Same disclaimer applies-Twilight belongs to S.M., but the idea of this story is mine.

Many thanks to my awesome betas and friends - TeamAllTwilight and m0t0b33.


As I enter the second trimester, my moods get worse, especially when I can't fit in my favorite clothes.

For example, right now, I have to get ready to go out with Alice. My favorite jeans stay open and they look like they're going to be torn at how fat my ass is. This is ridiculous.

If I start now gaining weight, I fear the size I'll be when I'm nine months along.

"You're still in the bathroom?" Edward asks through the door. "You've been in there for half an hour. I need to piss."

"Use the toilet downstairs!" I snap, still trying to button my jeans. "Fuck you!" I yell, ripping the pants off me and throwing them away.

"Is everything okay?" he asks warily.

I snatch the door open. "No! I'm fat! Nothing fits me anymore! That was the last pair that fit me just fine last week."

"Well, you're eating…"

"Shut up now!" I hiss, narrowing my eyes at him.

Thankfully, he's smart and keeps his trap shut, even scurries out of the room.

Stupid vitamins. Only their fault I'm eating like I haven't seen food in years.

The doctor told me it's perfectly fine, when I called worried of why I can't stop eating.

I wish I still have the nausea because maybe throwing up will help keep a balanced weight. I immediately chase that thought, not believing into those disorders.

I end up dressing in a skirt and blouse, though I'm sick of this attire—wearing it every day at work.

When I get downstairs, ready to go out with Alice, I find Edward with Jasper and Alice on the couch in the living room.

"We can go, Alice! Sorry it took so long," I apologize.

"That was fast. Trust me," Jasper mutters, shooting Alice a grin when she scowls at him.

"Let's go, Bella." She skips to my side. "You boys be good while we're gone."

"Don't overdo it, baby. And remember to drink water."

I sigh, rising on my tiptoes to kiss Edward. "Stop worrying."

Our shopping trip is really productive. I buy a dozen themed t-shirts—similar to the one Vic got me. Also, I buy a few pairs of pants and a couple rompers, comfy shoes because apparently high heels don't go well with the pregnancy. At last, a sound reason not to wear the death traps.

When we return with pizzas, we find the men upstairs watching some action movie. After I dump the bags in our room, I snuggle next to Edward. He hugs me close, kissing my head.

"Are you hungry?" I ask, shifting to find a better position.

"Yeah. We didn't order anything, because we didn't know what you'd eat."

"We bought pizza," I inform him. "It's in the kitchen." Maybe he gets the hint to go and bring it here, along with plates and napkins.

"I'll do it," Alice offers, winking.

I elbow Edward, and he gives me a confused look.

Men.

Jasper jumps to help Alice with the stack of pizzas when she comes back.

"Did you get anything?" Edward asks, leaning forward to grab a slice of pizza.

"A lot of stuff."

"Don't rely on the new jeans for too long," Alice quips in. "Soon, we'll go shopping again."

"Sucks," I mutter, staring down at my stomach. There's a tiny bump. "I got you a shirt, too," I tell Edward, grinning.

"Really?"

"Yup." I go to retrieve his shirt.

After a few minutes of digging through my bags, I find the shirt and walk back to the entertainment room.

"Here. I hope it fits you." I throw it toward him before going to pour myself some juice.

"Aw, Bella."

"Like it?" I beam at him.

"Fucking love it."

Jasper snorts out when he sees the message on the t-shirt: Daddy in training.

"That's right, man. I'll be awesome." Edward nods, pulling his shirt off then putting the new one on him.

I show him my thumb, grab a slice of pizza and fall next to him on the couch.

*BH*

On our appointment with Dr. Bromer, we're both really excited.

I can't wait to see our baby.

I'm even wearing one of my special shirts. This one reads: Nothing says lovin' like a bun in the oven. Edward's wearing his Daddy in training shirt, looking proud of it.

"That's the spirit!" the doctor exclaims, taking me to the bed. "Let's see the bun."

I grin and raise my shirt as he pushes the elastic band of my pants a little lower, then he applies that cold gel on my tummy. As soon as the wand touches my skin, there's an image on the screen.

Dr. Bromer starts pointing to different parts of the small baby, telling us they're developed all right for this stage. That's great news.

I've been so worried with how I felt in the first trimester.

Considering I crossed the fourth month milestone, the doctor says we can know the sex. Through a glance at Edward, I know we both want to know.

Problem is the kid is shy.

Edward keeps poking my stomach making me laugh since I'm ticklish as hell.

"Come on, baby. Open your legs for us."

"Jeez! You need more training. That's not a good thing to teach the baby," the doctor jokes, making me double over in laughter.

"But I want to know what we're having." Edward pouts.

"We still have five more months and about as many ultrasounds to discover that," I pacify him.

"I can give you pictures of the baby, if you want."

We both nod eagerly.

Since it's Saturday, we can drop by his parents' place to say hi and leave them a picture.

When we park in front of their house, we see they already have another set of visitors—Vic and James. She's officially moved in with him a couple weeks ago. Not like she hasn't lived there since they got married or anything.

I still laugh at him when, at work, he complains that he finds all kinds of girly stuff everywhere he looks. I tell him it's something normal since he's now sharing his space with her, and that he should have thought twice before eloping.

Edward takes two pictures out of the envelope Dr. Bromer gave us. As I walk next to him toward the front door, I think that this is all we needed to get his ego even bigger.

Carlisle opens the door for us, and a huge smile appears on his face.

"Well, isn't this a nice surprise? Should I expect Rose and Emmett, as well?" He laughs.

"Probably not," I tell him amused. "They have their hands full."

They had brought home their baby, just last week—a two year old golden haired baby girl. She was so beautiful, just like Rose, but she seems to have Emmett's mischievousness. For an outsider, they'd think Daphne is theirs at how much she's like them.

"That's good. We'll have them to ask for advice in time of need," Edward says, nodding and nudging his dad's shoulder. "Everything okay?"

"Why is everyone asking me this?" Carlisle mumbles, stepping aside for us to get inside the house.

"Well, Mom said your back was hurting…"

"It's better." He frowns and tugs on my husband's shirt to read the words then bursts in laughter. "It's a fucking shame I didn't have these back in my day. They should have said something about juggling with three rascals and finding time for the wife as well."

"Ew, Dad!"

"Aw, look who's here!" Esme gushes as she comes out of the living room, enveloping me in her arms. "You're glowing, sweetie!"

I smile, hugging her back.

"Look at their t-shirts, Esme," Carlisle prompts his wife.

Once we're analyzed and over analyzed, we can finally join the others. They're on the couch—James is holding Vic's hand on his lap as they're talking about something regarding their house.

"Bella!" she exclaims, happy when she sees me. "I need to talk to you."

"Sure?" I answer, unsure.

She stands up, taking my hand, and drags me out of the room.

"Where's the fire?" I ask curiously.

"What I told you at the beach house," she whispers hotly, watching me with wild eyes.

"Was it another false alarm?"

"NO!" she gasps, tears appearing in her eyes. "I haven't told anyone, but uh…Jimmy's getting suspicious of me staying locked in the bathroom every morning. It sucks, Bella!"

"You're sick, too? And…wow. I'm not sure if to be happy or not for you," I whisper, hugging her.

"Yeah, me either. The only thing that makes me relatively happy is that I have you by my side in this. You're pregnant, too."

I stroke her hair and kiss her forehead. "You need to tell James, and your parents. After all, you're married."

"Yeah, but I'm so not ready for this!"

"Do you think I am? Vic, I may be in that moment in life when I should have a child, but definitely not ready."

"You're over thirty!" she wails. "I'm not even twenty!"

"Well, think of it this way—James is close to forty. He's twice your age. If you love him so much then you'll need to accept what happened," I tell her seriously.

Her lower lips quivers.

"What has he done to you, sis?"

We both jump as Edward talks from nearby.

She bursts in tears and hugs me. I narrow my eyes at my husband, over her shoulder, rubbing her back slowly.

"Victoria, what has he done? What do you need to accept?"

I can see he's concerned, and I don't really want to know what he's thinking right now. Soon, he'll be mad. I bet.

"You're going to become an uncle…again. Soon," Vic whispers, not turning to him.

I can almost see the wheels turning in his head. When Edward figures out what she meant by that, his face turns stony as he marches back to the living room.

"Shit, Vic!" I hiss. "He's going to kill James!"

"Dude, what!?" I can hear James shouting in surprise.

"You got my baby sister pregnant, you fuckwit! She's just a baby!"

"What are you talking about? I didn't!"

"Don't fucking deny it!"

"He doesn't know!" Victoria groans, as we walk back to the living room.

Edward and James are standing. Edward has a fistful of James's shirt in his hand and they're nose to nose.

"You're pregnant, too?" Esme asks on a tone between amused and worried. "Vicky?"

"Yes, Mom," she mumbles. "Jimmy, this isn't how I wanted to tell you. I've known for a while."

He comes to her, whispering something in her ear, making her cry.

"Guys, you need all the strength in the world. God forbid they side along against you if you step wrong," Carlisle advices.

I share an evil look with Vic.

That could be fun.

"We can wear the same shirts now!" she squeals, her tears forgotten. "I think we're just a month apart."

Edward moans, closing his eyes. "You always tended to copy me, sis, but this is too fucking much."

"What can I say? I like to keep up with my family." She shrugs. "Rose got a baby. You two are pregnant. I was feeling left out."

It's good to see she can laugh about it, when moments ago she was crying. The joys of hormones and pregnancy. I know all about it.