Happy Monday everyone! I have your update for you. This one, I am not really happy with, but it is something that needed to be at this point of the story.

Someone asked with the last chapter how many more are left. I honestly don't know. I know where I am going with this story, and how it will end, but the chapters take on a life of their own. I promise, there is some intense stuff coming up, also the wedding.

This is not beta's, so all mistakes are mine.

Stephanie Meyers own all of Twilight.

BPOV

Fucking kill me now! I think to myself as I flush the toilet and sink my hot, sweaty body down onto the cold tiled bathroom floor. I am only eight weeks along and I have thrown up more in the past three weeks that I have in my entire life!

Morning sickness? Morning sickness my ass! I have twenty-four hour sickness. I seem to have the ability to smell anything with in a hundred mile radius, and if baby Cullen deems it undesirable, anything that I have eaten makes a very ugly reappearance.

Edward called and said that he was working late tonight, so I called Peter and Erik over to watch a movie and try and eat some popcorn. Peter and Erik fell asleep, and I didn't have the heart to wake them up, so I quickly covered their tangled forms on the couch, leaving them a note telling them I went to bed. I did my nightly routine, sending off a quick text to let Edward to not to be alarmed by the tangle of gay men sleeping on our couch when he come home. I slipped on Edwards old t-shirt and climbed into bed. As I snuggled down into the pillow the smell of the detergent hit my senses and sent me flying to the toilet.

So here I lay, at three thirty in the morning, curled up in the fetal position on the cold bathroom floor willing my stomach to settle. I keep drifting in and out of restless sleep, and though I know I should try and get up, I am scared to move my body for fear that I will vomit again.

"Bella?" I hear Edward ask from out in our bedroom. "Bella, oh shit baby!" I now feel him next to me, running his hand over my face.

"Please don't move me!" I snap at him. "My stomach just settled down."

"Oh baby, I should have tried to come home sooner, but we got busy with shipment business and..."

"Edward, it's fine. Really. I was fine all night until I put my face in the pillow and the smell of the detergent made the baby mad."

He give me a half smile. "I'll talk to the staff tomorrow about getting a non-fragrant detergent. Baby, what can I do, please?" He asks, as he bends down to stroke my clammy forehead.

"I just want to sleep." I mumble out. I feel him pick me up and carry me out to the bedroom. "Uh uh! Please, not the bed, I can't stand the smell." I whined.

"OK baby. Shh, just let me take care of you." He says. I feel him walking us down the stairs. "No baby, don't wake them up. They were here with me all night." I say, knowing that he is going to wake up Peter and Erik.

"Like I give a fuck right now! I come home to find them sleeping on my couch while you are curled up on the fucking bathroom floor Bella!" He says, making his way into the living room. "Peter! Erik!" He yells. Erik jumps up right away, as does Peter.

Peter takes one look at me and instantly panics. "What the fuck is wrong? Do we need the car?" He yells, pulling out his phone.

"No, calm the fuck down!" Edward snaps. "I came home and found her curled up on the bathroom floor. She got sick again. The smell of the sheets on the bed. She can sleep on the couch tonight until I can get the maid to rewash with non-fragrance detergent."

Erik is already fluffing up the pillows, making a place for Edward to lay me down. "Bells, you threw up again tonight. You only ate popcorn since we have been here, and you threw that up about an hour after you ate it." Erik says, placing his hand on my forehead.

"You threw up earlier too?" Edward asks.

"Yeah. We got some tea and a half a piece of toast back into her, but that was all." Peter replies.

"I really think that I should call Angela, honey." Erik says, squatting down in front of me. "Let her check you out, you look really dehydrated baby. You can't keep anything down."

"No!"

"Yes!"

Edward and I both say at the same time.

Erik just looks between the two of us while taking out his phone. "I'm going with Bossman! He can off me in a second, the worst you can do right now is vomit on me!" He says, while getting up and making the phone call.

"Oh come on. It is past four in the morning! Don't wake her up!" I beg.

"Please! Stefan is with her tonight! Trust me, there is no sleeping going on!" Erik says, cringing.

"Go up and change Edward. I'll sit with her until you get back." Peter says, laying a blanket over me.

"No, I'm fine" He says, shimmying out of his suite jacket.

"Dude, you've got blood splatter on your pants and shirt cuffs." I hear Peter whisper.

"Fuck!" Edward hisses. "I'll be right down baby." He says, running up the stairs.

Peter settles down on the end of the couch, taking my feet and placing them on his lap. He begins massaging my feet, and I snuggle down into the couch. I close my eyes and let myself just drift off.

I am not sure how long I slept for, but I feel myself being shaken awake. "I'm sorry Bells, I need to look at you." I hear Angela saying to me. I let her help me sit up, and I push the fly away hairs out of my face. She grabs my wrist and begins taking my pulse, watching her wrist watch. "Babe, grab my stethoscope out of my bag and bring it over to me." She says to Stefan.

"Aww! You called him babe!" I say, in a sleepy voice to her. She blushes six shades of red.

"Yeah, yeah miss matchmaker!" She giggles. Stefan hands her the stethoscope, and she listens to my heart. She is scrunching up her nose. "How many times have you thrown up today?"

"Um, maybe six." I hear Edward mutter a 'fuck' in the background.

"And how much have you eaten today?" She asks.

"I had some camomile tea and a piece of toast for breakfast. I tried to eat some tomato soup and grilled cheese, but only made it to one bite of each before I got sick again. So I had some more tea and a half a piece of toast. Then I had a spinach salad with grilled chicken, but got sick about a hour later. Then I had some popcorn with Peter and Erik tonight, but got sick again a hour later, so they gave me some tea and toast again."

"Bells, that isn't near enough of anything in your system. That isn't even enough for you on a normal time, let alone now that you are pregnant." Angela says. "It seems that no matter what you put in, it just seems to make it's way out." She says looking at me. "When is your next OBGYN appointment?"

"Not for another four weeks."

"I know you are going to protest, but I really think we need to get you to the hospital. You need to get your fluids replenished, and get some meds to control the vomiting."

I look over at Edward through my teary eyes. "It's going to be OK baby. But you need to get checked over, get some fluids back into you." He says, walking over to me, stooping down in front of me, and taking my hands into his. "Everything is going to be fine. I won't leave you." He assures me.

In a flash, Peter is handing Edward his coat, while helping me into my coat. "Stefan and Angela went to get the car. Erik and I will follow and meet you there. Do you want me to call Esme and Carlisle?" Peter asks.

"No!"

"Yes!"

Edward and I both say at the same time again.

"Baby, you know if they find out that you are there and we didn't call them they will be hurt and pissed." Edwards says.

"Fine." I say, trying to stand up, but that doesn't happen. Edward swoops me up into his arms, and carries me to the door. We take the elevator down to the garage and Edward slides me into the back of the SUV, where Stefan and Angela are in the front seat. "Here's your purse Bells. We will meet you there." Erik says, handing it over to me.

Once the door is closed we are speeding out of the garage and into city. "Rilassati bambino, sarà meglio presto." [Just relax baby, it's going to be better soon.] He says to me as he pulls me into his chest.

"I'm sorry." I whisper to him.

"What are you sorry for?"

"You just got home, you haven't slept in almost twenty-four hours, and now you have to drag me to the hospital."

"Shush! I'm fine. It is you I am worried about. You have been so sick since you told me you were pregnant. I haven't seen you so sick since I have known you. It isn't good for you, and it sure isn't good for our baby." He says, rubbing his hand up and down my back. "I didn't think morning sickness could be this bad."

"Morning sickness my ass! I am morning, noon and night sickness!" I whine, earning me a chuckle from him.

"Just rest your eyes baby. I will wake you when we get there." He tells me, laying me down so that my head is resting in his lap. The feel of his fingers playing with my hair lulls me into relaxation and drift off to sleep.

The next thing I know I am woken up by lots of pressure on my arm. I look over to see Angela standing next to me in scrubs now taking my blood pressure. "You're awake." She says, smiling at me.

"What are you doing in scrubs?"

"My shift starts in a few hours, so I just punched in early, at the request of you fiance." She says with a giggle.

"Oh God! I am so sorry Angie!" I say, using her nickname that she prefers.

"Hey now! I get an extra few hours pay, and I get to work with my favorite patient. It's a win win." She says, smiling again. "Now, just lay back and just try and relax for me. As soon as I get this reading and take another pulse and oxygen level read I am going to start your IV. Edward put call into your doctor and she OKed me to do the IV before she gets here. Though I am going to have her check you out before I give you anything for the nausea and vomiting."

As she begins to ready the supplies to get my IV started Edward walks back in. "Hey ,il mio amore." [my love.] He says, walking over to me. He leans down and gives me a small kiss. "How are you feeling?"

"Just really tired, and really thirsty."

"Can she have something to drink Angie?" Edward asks.

"No, I'm sorry. We have to wait until her doctor gets here." Edward gets a disappointed look on his face. "It really shouldn't be too long. Dr. De Rosa only lives about fifteen minutes from here."

"It's fine, really." I say, grabbing onto Edwards hand.

Angela begins to put the IV in the top of my hand. "Yikes! You are pretty dehydrated Bells!" Angela says, looking frustrated at my hand. I wince as she begins trying to maneuver the IV needle into a vein.

"What's wrong?" Edward asks, concern laced in his voice.

"Her veins aren't being very cooperative. A sure sign of dehydration. It'll just take me a moment." She says, as she pulls out the needle, quickly bandaging up the area she was working on. "I am going to switch to a smaller needle and try a different vein." She moves up to my forearm, once she finds a vein and swabs it with alcohol. "Here comes the poke." She says. I wince as I feel the needle slide in. I keep my eyes closed, and hiss as she rotates the needle into my vein. "There!" She says, as she begin to tape the needle in place, then hooks up the IV. "I'm going to drip this pretty quickly so that we can get you hydrated. That way the meds won't hit you so hard if she gives you something, which I am sure she will." She says, while playing with the bag.

Just then there is a knock at the door and mom and dad come in. "Oh, la mia bambina!" [Oh, my baby girl!] Mom cries as she rushes over to the bed, pushing Edward out of the way. She runs her hand over my forehead before kissing it. "How are you feeling?" She asks me.

"Eh. Really thirsty." I reply, closing my eyes, leaning my head into her cool hand. I open them back up and notice Edward and dad standing off in the corner.

"Hey dad." I whisper to him.

He comes walking over to the other side of the bed. "Dolcezza." [Sweetheart] He says with such sadness in his voice. "Non mi piace vederti qui." {I don't like seeing you in here.]

"Non mi piace stare qui." [I don't like being in here.]

Edward has brought over mom a chair to sit down in, and he assumes his position next to her, standing guard near my head, while dad pulls up a chair and sits on the other side of me. I close my eyes and try and relax.

"Dr. De Rosa will be in here in a few moments. She is just reading over your paperwork." Angela says, as she checks on my IV.

"Hello Angie, sweetheart." Dad greets her, grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze.

"Oh Angie, thank you for taking care of things!" Mom tells her. "She is a stubborn one!"

"Ha! Yes she is." Angela laughs.

After a few minutes Dr. De Rosa walks into the room. "Hello Bella. I hear you have a pretty sever case of nausea and vomiting." She says, walking towards me.

I nod yes, as dad gets up from his seat to make room for her. "Hello. I am Carlisle Cullen." He introduces himself.

"Hello Mr. Cullen. OK Bella, I am just going to check you out, listen to your heart, and then I want to do an ultrasound and check on the baby. Then we will give you..."

She begins to say as a wif of her perfume sends me spinning. "Oh God!" I sit up in the bed, clasping my hand over my mouth. Angela, who was standing off to the side, instantly grabs a basin and shoves it under my mouth just in time. My stomach muscles constrict and heave up anything that may be left. Angela and Edward are both rubbing my back trying to calm me down. "Perfume!" I grunt out between my now dry heaving, as I point to Dr. De Rosa.

"Oh God! I put lotion on my hands before I came in!" She cries out, running to the sink to wash her hands. "I promise I don't have perfume on. I don't wear any while I work because of sensitive stomachs. I really didn't think the scent of the lotion was strong." She explains.

"She can smell anything these days." Edward explains, as he hands me a tissue to clean up my chin.

Angela takes the basin way to rinse out, as Dr. De Rosa makes her way back over. "OK, change of plan. Let's give you some medicine for the nausea right now. I'll have Angela give it to you through your IV while I go and grab the ultrasound machine. Then, we will have a look at the little person causing so much havoc." She says with a smile on her face as she leaves the room.

Edward helps lay me back down. I let out a shaky breath, while rubbing my stomach. I feel Edwards hands over mine as we rub my stomach together. I suddenly feel his lips kiss my stomach, "Piccola, ho bisogno che tu vada piano con tua madre qui. Per favore, piccola." [Little one, I need you to go easy on your mom here. Please, little one.] I hear him say, as he lays his head on my stomach while softly kissing it through my gown. I absently begin to massage his head. Hearing Edward talk to our baby brings tears to my eyes. Through my tears I look over to mom and dad who are smiling at us.

Angela comes back into a few minutes later, breaking our sweet moment. "I have some Zofran that the doctor prescribed. This should take help pretty quickly." She says, as she cleans the IV line before pushing the medication through.

As soon as she is finished, Dr. De Rosa comes back in, followed by a young man pushing the ultrasound machine on a cart. As soon as he gets it in place, he leaves. "OK, I am going to try to do this by looking with the wand, but you are only eight weeks along, so we may not get a reading. In that case, I will do a trans vaginal ultrasound, we will for sure get a reading that way." She says, while pushing my gown up over my stomach. "OK, cold jelly coming." She says, as she squirts the cold substance on my stomach.

She begins manipulating the wand around, while scrunching up her face, looking at the screen. Mom and dad have made their way closer to the bed to see what is on the screen. She puts a little more pressure on my abdomen. She leans into the screen, then reaches and turns a nob, suddenly the room is filled with a wooshing sound. Edward's eyes snap to mine, then to his mom and dads. "Is that?" He asks

"That is your baby's heart beat." Dr. De Rosa says. "And this..." She begins to say, "is your baby." She finishes, as she angles the cart towards us.

In front of us is tiny little Cullen.

"Oh Carlisle!" I hear mom cry.

I look up to Edward, and see tears in his eyes. He looks down at me with the biggest smile I have ever seen played across his face. "Questo è il nostro bambino, il mio amore!" [That's our baby, my love!] He whispers to me, as he leans in and kisses me softly on the lips.

"Everything looks be good Bella. It seems that this is just a severe case of morning sickness. Some women really luck out and don't have it, while other suffer pretty badly from it." She says.

"Yeah me!" I say, getting a laugh from everyone in the room.

"Let me get some print outs of this little one, and I can even get a digital copy of the heart beat for you." She says, making everyone in the room happy.

"I can go home now?" I ask hopefully.

"No. I'm sorry. Maybe later I will release you. But right now I want to get two more bags of IV fluid into your system. I also want you to try and eat something, and keep it down. That's the key. I also, after you have slept for a little while, want to get your weight. With this morning sickness your weight is going to have to be closely monitored. If the Zofran works, and I really think it will, I will give you a script for it." She says.

"Can I have some food brought in for her?" Edward asks.

"Of course Edward, I am sure we run a better chance of her keeping it down than the food here."

She pulls back the wand, then wiping me clean of the jell. She tucks me back into bed, telling me to get some rest and she will be back later with the print out and copy of the heart beat.

"I am going to get your mother home." Dad says to Edward. "We will be back later dolcezza. [sweetheart.]" He says, while kissing my forehead. He places his hand over my stomach before leading mom out the door.

"If you need me, just buzz and I will be right in." Angela says, as she leaves.

"Can you tell Peter and Erik she is resting now, to just go ahead and go home." Edward asks Angela.

"Of course."

I move over on the bed, pulling back the covers. "Lay with me." I tell Edward.

"Try and stop me." He says, smiling as he toes off his shoes, and climbs into bed with me. He pulls me to his chest and I wrap my arms around him, feeling myself relax as the medication begins to take away the nausea. "That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." He says, as he kisses my temple. "Thank you."

I am so tired, that I don't even know if I respond to him. I just let sleep pull me in.

I awake, I am not sure how much later, to a beeping sound. "Hey Angie." I hear Edward say in a groggy voice.

"I'm sorry. I really tried to get back here before the IV pump went off."

"No problem." He says.

I open my eyes and take everything in around me. "Hey Bells. How are you feeling?" Angela asks me.

"Better. I don't feel like throwing up, so that is good." I laugh. "Just really thirsty."

"I'll get you some orange juice. Do you feel like trying some food?" She asks.

"Sure. The sooner I eat and try to keep it down, the sooner I can go home."

"I'll run and get you something, love." Edward says. "What would you feel like?"

"Maybe some pancakes, and some fruit...pineapple."

"You got it baby."

"Stefan is still here." Angela says. "He is in the waiting room."

"Good." He says, leaning down to give me a kiss. "I will be right back. Try and get some more rest until I get back."

He leaves, and Angela walks out with him. I let out a sigh and pull the covers back up over me. I close my eyes. Sleep seems like a good plan.

Just as I feel myself relaxing and falling into sleep I hear, "Well hello little ballerina."

AHHH! Don't hate me! I told you some intense things were going to be happening. Who do you think is there to see here? Come back on Wednesday to find out.