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.


"Four years of relationship, from which one of marriage. Can you believe it?" Edward asks me, leaning over the dining table to take my hands.

"Ow. I guess." I frown. Junior's extra agitated for some reason.

My husband's been extra sweet ever since we woke up this morning. He surprised me with cut fruits on a plate and a red rose. I cheered on him for finding something he could do in the kitchen without messing it up. He gave me a shy look and showed me his forefinger wrapped in a band aid. I tsked him, then we shared the yummy breakfast.

For lunch, I took him to a restaurant across the street from the company, surprising him with my visit and offer. I've stopped going to work about a month ago, but didn't actually stop working. I took residence in Edward's home office.

And now, when I woke up from a much needed nap, I realized my husband was home. He bought my favorite Chinese food, and decorated nicely in the dining room. Candles and the iPod dock playing slow music.

"Maybe you should lie down," he suggests quietly.

"No. I just woke up." I rub the side of my stomach.

We continue eating with one hand, because we don't let go of the one clasped over the table.

I start wondering if these internal punches are something else—we're December 13th after all. The arrival of the new family member should be any day now.

But no. This can't be contractions. Dr. Bromer told me I'd recognize them. They'll be similar to the worst cramps from my period—so it's not that. Far from it.

When I can't eat another bite, I walk around the table, push Edward's chair away from it and straddle his lap. In that moment, a gush of water flows out of me, making me squeak.

"Jeez, you're so wet!" he groans.

I stare at him in disbelief, contemplating slapping him or laughing at him.

"Edward!" I shout, gripping his shoulder hard when another horrible pain hits me.

Shit. It hasn't been Junior. It's been contractions.

Fuck.

"What, baby? You've never been this wet."

I put my palms on his cheeks, staring into his confused green eyes. "My water broke."

"WHAT?" he yells, jumping up, making me shout in pain as he jostled me. "Right. Okay. We're doing this." He puts his hands on my shoulders. "Your bag. Car keys. Not panicking." He rakes his hands through his hair, blowing out a huge breath. "Fuck."

I lean against the table, staring at him amused. "The bag is in the closet. Your car keys are in kitchen…uh, I'll just take them and go to the car."

"I'm sorry. I'm freaking out," he apologizes. "I'm not ready."

"Newsflash, honey! We're having the—OW, fuck—baby. Hurry up."

I go to his car, and once in the passenger seat, I start making phone calls.

Mom's not picking up.

Dad's phone goes to voice mail.

Vic isn't picking up, either, nor is James.

At last, Esme's sleepy voice answers. I'm too surprised to talk for a moment.

"Bella?" she asks, confused.

"YES!" I yell, not really meaning the loud tone, but the pain is getting the best of me. "We're going to the hospital…whenever your son comes out of the house."

What the hell is taking him so long?

"You're giving birth?" she questions, sounding a little more awake. "Carl, wake up! We're going to the hospital."

"Don't get there before us," I joke.

She giggles, then before we hang up, she promises to call around. I'm grateful, and hopeful she'll get a hold of the others.

Finally, my husband emerges from the house. I can see at least three lights on, but there's no time to turn him around. He slides behind the wheel after throwing my bag in the backseat.

"What took you so long?" I inquire, as he peels off.

He cringes, not answering me.

God. He's too worried.

"Edward, what happened?" I insist, placing my hand on his thigh.

He glances at me. "I changed my pants."

"Besides that! You're so pale you look like…a vampire."

Cringing again, Edward takes my hand. He's cold and sweaty. "I threw up, okay?"

"Jeez. I'll be okay. We discussed this with Dr. Bromer. Though, I'm still not sure about doing it naturally…"

After much debating, we've been advised birthing naturally is the best, especially if we want another child in the future.

Right now, I'm not even sure about this one.

It seems like the past nine months were a walk in the park compared to how I'm feeling right now. It's like someone is slowly trying to cut my body in half with a blunt saw.

Edward's driving far above the speed limit, but I'm beyond caring if we get pulled over. Once at the hospital, he insists on parking legally, while I'm suffering. The walk to the entrance of the hospital seems to take ages, and I refuse to allow Edward to carry me. I don't even think he can lift me at how fat I am at the moment.

At the nurse's desk, they give me a wheel chair and I'm grateful for it. Everything hurts. The nurse gives me the papers to fill out, explaining to Edward where to take me and wait for someone to check on us.

"Can't I get morphine before he takes me to the maternity ward?" I ask with a hopeful voice.

The nurse smiles sympathetically. "I'm sorry, dear. Your doctor must decide that."

"Then call him already. Let him know I need something for this atrocious pain!" I wail over my shoulder as Edward wheels me to the elevator.

"They'll think you're an addict."

"Why don't you try suffering through this pain, then comment on it?" I hiss.

"Bella, I think I told you before—if I could do this for you, I would. I hate seeing you in pain, baby."

"Then find Dr. Bromer," I beg him, as he rolls me out of the elevator and to the assigned room.

"I'll help you on the bed then while you fill out the papers…I'll search for the doc."

"Thanks, honey."

When we go inside the assigned room, we both gasp loudly at who's inside.

"Family reunion!" Victoria squeals, holding her hand out for high five.

"What the hell, man?" Edward asks, rolling me near the other bed and helping on it. Then he slaps his sister's hand. "How are you, baby sis?"

"Better now that I have drugs in my blood."

I scowl at her, one hand holding my stomach, the other my back. "Edward, I need the doc."

"This is going to be interesting," James comments, once we're alone in the room.

"Now I know why neither of you answered the phone when I called," I say quietly, trying to distract myself from the horrid pain.

"We didn't even think to call anyone," Vic admits. "It started hurting me badly around five in the afternoon and we decided to come to the hospital and see what's going on. Turned out I'm giving birth whenever I'll be dilated enough."

"Did the pain just start like that? You didn't do anything?"

"No. I was watching TV…a show about animals, nothing to cause me to get in labor." She shrugs. "You?"

I laugh, shaking my head. "It's been hurting me on and off the whole day, but I had no idea what was going on. I honestly thought Junior was restless. It wouldn't be the first time he decided to play soccer with my intestines."

"Aw, poor you." Vic gives me a small smile. "But it hurts like a bitch, huh?"

"Can we stop talking about the pain?" I plead with her.

Edward returns with Dr. Bromer. He slinks away in the corner and whispers with James, while the doctor starts connecting me to the monitors, checking my vitals, and the baby's. But all these after he hides me behind the plastic curtain and I change in that gown. He also checks my dilation.

"Already 5 centimeters," he tells me pleased. "From what Edward told me, your water broke about an hour ago."

"Less," I grunt out as a strong pain hits me. "Can you give me something…"

He nods and hooks an IV in my arm, then presses a button for the drug. The relief is almost instantaneous.

Time seems to stretch after that. Our families and friends appear, one by one in different states of dressing. The doctor keeps checking on me and Vic at different intervals until—after over five hours or so—he decides to wheel us to the delivery room.

Jasper came with a camera and is currently arguing with Edward about joining us to tape the whole thing. He wins—Jasper, that is.

I'm not sure I ever want to see this.

In the delivery room are at least five nurses and two doctors, ready to help me and Vic give birth to our children. My morphine is wearing out and I doubt they'll give me a refill now.

But then they give me the epidural. They say it helps. I doubt it.

Dr. Bromer props me on some pillows, spreading my knees and telling me to keep breathing in and out slowly and nicely. Like I can concentrate on that. The contractions are so quick and painful that I grit my teeth to keep from shouting.

It's a horrible idea to have us in the same room. Vic's screaming as loud as she can, but I try to focus on my body—on the baby.

Get out soon, I beg him silently.

Edward sits next to me looking pale and unsure what to do. I offer him my hand and a small smile that's probably a grimace. He leans down kissing my sweaty forehead.

"We can do this, baby," he murmurs, probably encouraging himself.

"Deep breaths," Dr. Bromer instructs me, pushing my legs further apart.

I'm not really good at the split, but he's trying to train me for the Olympics probably.

A sharp pain makes me hiss and squeeze Edward's hand. He squeezes back, rubbing his thumb over my knuckle.

"When I tell you, you have to push; and when I tell you to relax, you have to listen and stop pushing. You'll need all the energy. We'll start pushing with the first contraction then go from there."

I nod, stilling myself for more pain.

Vic shouts loudly from my left and I turn my head to see her doctor between her legs, urging her to push.

Jazz is there with his stupid camera.

James is on Vic's other side, whispering something that makes her threaten his life.

I hope I won't say anything hurtful toward Edward. He'll know I don't mean it. I hope.

"Okay, Mrs. Cullen," Dr. Bromer grabs my attention. "Push when the next contraction hits."

I don't have to wait too long. I push, my whole body tensing up…and nothing happens.

The fuck?

In movies, the baby kind of slips out…or something like that.

"Again," he tells me.

Now I feel a burning sensation around my pussy. Fuck. It hurts.

I dig my nails in Edward's hand, biting my lip.

"Keep pushing," the doctor urges me. "The head is almost out."

"I can't!" I gasp. It's so fucking painful.

"You can do it. Come on, baby," Edward whispers.

I take back what I said earlier about not lashing on him.

"My pussy is being torn apart! I hate you!"

"Push!" the doctor reminds me.

I do it again, yelling at the top of my lungs as I'm sure that the baby destroyed me for good. But a part of the huge pressure is out.

"Good, good." I hear Dr. Bromer saying. "The head is out. Relax for a moment, then push again. Once the shoulders are out, it's over."

"Holy shit!" Jasper exclaims, hovering over the doc's shoulder. "The head is huge!"

I want to slap Edward when he gets up to see for himself. I need to hold his hand. It gives me strength.

"Alright. Once again, and that's it," the doctor tells me seriously.

Since I don't have a hand to hold onto, I fist the bedding, my back arching as I push. Fuck, if it hurt before, now I'm being tortured, torn apart.

Finally, I feel empty.

As I try to regain my breathing and focus on something else other than the dull ache between my legs, a wonderful sound fills the room. A baby's first cries.

I'm sure it's ours because I already heard one from Vic, but was too out of it. Now I become aware of more things happening in the room.

Vic's doctor is telling her to push—probably to get twin no. 2 out. Dr. Bromer allows Edward to cut the umbilical cord.

After what feels like forever and the afterbirth is out and I'm cleared with Dr. Bromer, a nurse places the bundled baby in Edward's arms and he brings our little miracle to me. His whole face is glowing of happiness.

"It's a boy!" he exclaims, beaming at me.

"So Junior was a good nickname," I joke, stretching my arms so he can place the baby boy on my chest.

When I'm holding the little baby to in my arms…it's the best feeling in world—nothing can top it. From that moment on, I don't care about anyone else in the room. And when he looks at me curiously with his light blue eyes, opening his little mouth letting a little cry out, I'm in love.