We get to Carlisle and Esme's around one, and then Esme, Rose, and I hurry to the salon to get our hair and makeup done. I'm not used to looking so dolled up. My hair is braided to the side and wrapped in a bun with about thirty-thousand bobby pins holding the hairstyle together. I asked for light makeup, and the woman did a great job of giving me a natural look.

Esme looks beautiful with half her hair pinned up and the rest down in curls. Rose went with an updo—her hair wrapped in a tight bun with a braid around it.

We hurry back to the house and get dressed with just enough time to spare. I make sure to take a nausea pill before we leave, and then head downstairs to find Edward in a black suit with a red tie. He looks so handsome.

He whistles at me, taking my hand and twirling me around. "You look amazing, gorgeous."

I blush. "Not too much?"

He shakes his head. "You're perfect. Are you ready to go?"

I nod and he takes my hand. We head out to his Volvo and follow Carlisle and Esme to the venue. We're a little early, but Esme wants to make sure everything is perfect before the guests arrive.

Edward gets a drink and grabs me sparkling apple juice, so at least it looks like I'm drinking. Pretty soon the venue is full of people and we mingle. Edward talks up the clinic to everyone, trying to get donations while I just look pretty on his arm. Carlisle, Esme, and Rose are also mingling to get donations.

There's music and dancing, and Edward takes me out to the dance floor. I step on his feet like three times, but he doesn't seem to mind.

"I don't dance," I say.

He lifts me off my feet and spins us around. "Now you do."

It's a magical evening with him. I feel so beautiful, and he's so handsome. It's like the prom I didn't go to.

Eventually, Carlisle gives a speech over dinner about the clinic, and before I know it, the night is over. They raised over seventy thousand dollars, which is great for the clinic.

When we get back to the house, I quickly lose my heels and stretch out my toes. "Oh, my feet hurt."

He sweeps me off my feet, grinning. "Sounds like a massage is in order."

"Just a massage, mister. We're not drunk, so we're not having sex in your parents house again."

"Fine." He sighs. "A guy could try though."

He takes me upstairs to his old room and lays me on the bed, sitting himself on the edge. He takes my foot in his hand and works wonders on the left, and then does the right. It feels so wonderful.

I fall asleep to his massage, and he wakes me up a little while later to get changed. He helps me out of my dress, complimenting it again, and I throw on shorts and a tank top. I don't feel like taking the thousands of bobby pins out so I just wipe off my makeup, and then snuggle him in bed.

He does his nightly ritual of talking to the baby and kissing my stomach, and then holds me close as I fall asleep.

I wake up early feeling sick to my stomach and take a pill, hoping it'll settle my stomach. Edward wakes up with me and rubs my back as I get sick. Eventually, the nausea passes, and I brush my teeth while Edward gets me some apple juice.

"Mom's making a huge breakfast," he says, handing me the glass as I sit in bed. "We can lie and say you have a stomach bug."

I shake my head. "Once the pills hit, I should be able to eat. Maybe just some eggs or toast, but something. I don't want to seem suspicious."

He nods. "Take your time on the juice."

It stays down, and eventually, I get dressed, and we go downstairs for breakfast. I just get some eggs and toast, which seem to stay down, thanks to the meds. Esme tries to force sausage and bacon on me, but I say I'm stuffed. I don't want to push it.

After breakfast we pack up, using Edward working tonight as an excuse to leave early. I adore Edward's parents and hug them both goodbye. It's only two more weeks before we can tell them about the baby.

I don't own Twilight.

Thanks to Ashley, May, and Mary prereading and Sally for beta'ing.