AN: So, the only character we like so far is Rose, right? Emmett is an issue and we'll see if he's able to redeem himself. All I can say about him is that he is so much like my own brother that I can sadly relate to Bella and how unless she's doing what he wants her to do she's a piece of shit.

A big thanks to the Brina and May. They allow me to send thischapter to them and giving me their thoughts. Much love.

Chapter Eight

-Yes, No, Maybe So -

The words hang in the air. Edward's eyes watch me, and I can tell he's holding his breath, anxious for my answer. I'm too stunned to speak, and for a minute, I think I've misheard him. There's no way he's wanting me to join him.

"Are you serious?" I ask.

Edward slides his hands up my back and holds me firmly. I couldn't get away, even if I wanted to. "One hundred percent," he says.

My stomach does backflips. As much as I want to believe him, I'm still wary. "Don't you feel like it's too soon?"

"Too soon for what? To be together?" he asks.

I shrug because it does sound silly.

He moves his hand to my face, gently stroking my cheek with his knuckles. "All I know is I'm not going to allow you to slip away."

"Babe," I take his hand and hold it to my heart, "I'm not going to run."

"Good. Those two months were hell."

"They were for me too."

That wasn't a lie. As much as I tried not to, I always thought of Edward. So much so that I started watching his games. I even kept up with his social life via gossip magazines. Edward was a hit or miss at the club scene. If the paps did catch him, he was by himself. They often rotated old gossip to stay relevant. Not calling him, though, made sense at the time, especially now witnessing the shit storm Emmett has caused nonstop since we've told him. However, it only delayed the inevitable. The second Edward kissed me, it was over - for the both of us.

"I wish my best friend wasn't your brother," Edward says, echoing my thoughts. "It complicates things for us that shouldn't be complicated. All that should matter is that you like me, and I like you."

I smile wistfully and rest my forehead against his. "I like you a lot."

"I like you a lot too."

"So, where does that leave us?"

Edward grins. "You come with me tomorrow."

"Can I do that?" I don't know much about football or how they get from game to game, but there's more to it than what he's saying.

"Of course, you can. We won't fly with the team, but we can get our own jet. I can set you up in a nice hotel."

As good as that sounds, I have one problem. "What about my school? I've already been absent so much this month. I can't afford to miss anymore."

"I thought you had until Monday off," he says.

"I do, but…"

"All I'm asking is for you to come with me this weekend. You won't have to pay for anything. Just come, okay?"

Everything inside me screams 'Yes,' and I want to go, but I'm too terrified to throw myself into his life. This is all happening so fast. What if I go, and we end up fighting and hating each other? But I don't want to tell him no, either. Edward might take it badly and never speak to me again.

"Can I think about it?" I ask.

Edward tries to hide his disappointment and nods with a smile. He thinks I'll disappear on him again. "Yeah, of course. No pressure, Bruiser. Honest, okay?" He shifts, and I rise from his lap. "I've been sitting on the floor in the hallway for far too long." I hold my hands to help him off the floor, and he laughs. "Honey, I'm 6'4" and two-fifty. I appreciate the thought, though."

I step back as he pulls himself to his feet. My breath gets taken away as Edward looms tall. Goodness, he is so sexy. Just as he was reaching to grab my hand, Renee comes up the stairs, and we break apart, keeping a respectful distance.

"Hey, kiddos!" She greets warmly. Her eyes soften into concern for me. "How are you feeling, sweetie?"

"I'm feeling better, but I want to go home," I tell her.

"I'm sorry tonight was such a disaster. Your father and I - and even your brother - just want the best for you."

"Emmett has a messed-up way of showing it," Edward murmurs.

The snarky comment catches me off guard. That's the first time he's said the quiet part out loud.

My mom looks up at him and puts a hand on his arm. There's love there for a man who is like a son to her. "Whatever you two decide to do, I will support you, and I'm thrilled to have you dating my daughter," she says.

Edward takes my hand now and squeezes it, and the damn hormones make me overly emotional. The last thing I want to do is to start crying.

"Thank you, Mrs. Swan. That means a lot," he says.

"And don't worry about Emmett. He'll come around."

Edward doesn't respond to that. I bite my tongue because even if my brother does, 'Come around,' I'm not sure I'll be able to forgive him.

As we head downstairs, Charlie stands by the front door, waiting for us. After Edward and I left the dinner table and didn't come back, Emmett and Rose went home. So much for my brother's apology, but whatever. I did get a text from Rose, though, telling me how embarrassed she was by her husband's behavior. I told her that if they divorced, I wanted her as my sibling instead. She sent laughing emojis, but I am dead serious.

"Hey, princess." My dad smiles when he sees me. We hug briefly. "You two heading out?"

"Yeah, I got to get up early tomorrow. I have a doctor's appointment."

It was out of my mouth before I could rethink it. I can't believe it slipped my mind. Well, I actually could. Dr. Wilson called me today with the good news. She was able to set me up with the best OBYGN in Seattle. The catch was that he had one new patient opening tomorrow only, and the next one was in six months. I said yes without hesitation. Then I took a nap and dreamed about naked Edward and thought of nothing else. I get here, the dinner was a bust. I spent ninety percent of it either fighting or puking. My brain was overworked and overstressed, some things were bound to get lost in the fray.

However, I don't think Edward will believe me when I tell them all that.

"Oh," my mom's brows raise to her forehead in surprise, "you were able to get an OBYGN that quickly?"

"Yeah, Dr. Wilson - "

Dad interrupts me, "The same Dr. Wilson who treated you here?"

"The one and only," I say.

Dr. Wilson was the best physician in Forks, but when she remarried, she moved to Seattle with her husband. He owned a coffee shop, which was pretty cliché, but they were happy, and I was thrilled to have her close.

"Anyway, after I saw her on Monday, she called her colleague, Dr. Stewart, to see if he could take me on as a new patient. He only had an opening for tomorrow, so I snagged it." My gaze is on my parents, but I'm watching Edward. He reacts only slightly; I can see how his shoulders tense up, and his smile seems forced.

"That's wonderful, sweetie," my mom says. Her eyes light up. "Oh, hang on, I got something for you." She rushes out of the room and into the kitchen. When she comes back, she's holding a gift bag for me. "This is a little something from me and your father."

"You guys," I say, smiling at them as I take the bag. Inside, there's a lot of stuff for first-trimester pregnancy, but what sticks out the most is HATCH Mama Natural Belly Oil, stretch-fit leggings, a Pregnancy water bottle tracker, luxury shower steamers, some more Preggie Drops, and an Acupressure Nausea Bracelets - that I put on right away. My eyes are tearing up as I look back at my parents. "Thank you for this."

"You're so welcome," my mom says, pulling me into a hug. "We love you."

I pat her back. "I love you."

"We should get going, honey," Edward says, gently pulling me toward the door.

"Okay," I say.

"Thanks for dinner. It was great," Edward says, but we all chuckle because that wasn't the adjective on our minds. He adds, "Well, the food was, anyway."

It takes another minute of 'goodbyes' and hugging and 'drive safe' before we're out the door. Once I'm free from the Swan residence's clutches, I bolt to the car. It's my nerves again. The night has been exhausting, but I know it's not over. When Edward approaches, he doesn't say anything, just unlocks the car doors. I open my side before he has a change, and hop inside, quickly buckling my seat belt. As we leave and drive through town, I keep glancing at Edward. There's nothing on his face that tells me he's upset, but it's a gut feeling.

Edward has his hand resting on the center console, so I decide to test the waters and put my hand over his - nothing.

I sigh heavily. "I know you won't believe me, but I forgot about the appointment. Please, don't be mad at me."

"I'm not upset at you for not telling me."

"Why are you upset then?"

"I just hate this, Bella. It kills me that I can't be there."

The agony in his voice tears me apart, and I want to make it right. "I can reschedule it."

His green eyes flash to mine. "No, you can't."

"Yes, I can," I say, so desperate to put a smile back on his face that I'm losing sight of reason.

"No, you can't," Edward repeats, trying to keep his eyes on the road, but also me. "You said this doctor only has an opening tomorrow."

"So, what? I'll get a different doctor, I got time."

He groans, slipping his hand from beneath mine and rubbing his forehead. "I don't want you to rearrange your life for me."

"I'm not rearranging my life. Besides, it's just a check-up, nothing major."

Edward could always tell when I was playing down the truth - even when we were kids. He's not falling for it now.

"What about the ultrasound? You're telling me this appointment is not where we see our baby for the first time?"

Why does he have to say it like that? "Our baby?" I can't lie to him.

"So, okay, it'll be an ultrasound visit too, but like I said, I can reschedule until you're back in town."

"And this doctor, Dr. Stewart, is he the best OBGYN?"

I grimace a little because I don't want to lie anymore, but I don't want him to feel guilty. He sees my reaction and figures it out for himself.

"You're keeping the appointment. I want the best for our baby. She deserves it."

I gasp, and luckily, he doesn't hear it, but my heart is going wild. "She?"

"Or a him. I don't know. I think it would be cool to have a mini Bruiser."

It's funny because when I think of this baby, I want them to be a boy so that he can take after his daddy. My head is filled with images of our bronzed-haired son with big green eyes playing football with Edward on the lawn.

"I don't want to change the doctor either, but seeing our baby for the first time is important to you too."

"So, what do we do?"

"We could FaceTime."

Edward considers the idea. Inwardly, I'm not too fond of it. The only reason I suggested it was not to sound clingy or controlling. Guys want their girlfriends to be easygoing and, like, whatever. I don't want him to regret being with me.

"Maybe that could work. What time is your appointment?" he asks.

"10:15."

"Damn it! My flight leaves at 8:00 tomorrow morning." He sighs, disappointed. "I'll be flying over Utah by then."

I want him there more than anything, but I also want him to have a chance to experience it.

"Maybe you could miss your flight on purpose tomorrow," I say.

Edward bursts with laughter. I grin at him. He's cute this way. Although, I wasn't joking.

"I'm serious. You can come over to my house, climb into bed naked, and we don't set the alarm clock. Oops."

"Oops, as in, I missed my flight, oops?"

"Exactly."

Edward shakes his head, but he's not saying no. I decide to persuade him more. Unbuckling my belt, I move into him. The light goes off and dings. He takes a glance over and comes face to face with me.

"Honey, please, will you put your belt back on?"

I stare at his lips when he talks. His voice is so deep and rough. The urge to kiss him is unbearable. "So, what do you say? Are you going to stay with me tonight?"

Edward strangles the steering wheel, and his knuckles turn white. He's fighting hard, but we're so close, just inches. "You have no idea how much I want that, but if we go back to your place, I may never leave," he says.

"That's okay with me."

"Yeah, I bet," he says, leveling his gaze on me, but it's no longer flirty. "Bella, please, sit back and put your seat belt back on."

"Finnnnne," I say with a pout, throwing myself into the seat and buckling up. "Happy?"

"That you and my baby are safe?" Edward puts his hand on the back of my neck and leaves it there. "Extremely."

It's unclear when I fell asleep, probably somewhere between Sappho and Maple Grove, but Edward wakes me with a gentle shake of my shoulder. He has unbuckled my seat belt and everything. I smile at him and stretch my limbs. He helps me out, ensuring I don't hit my head on the car's low roof, but that's as far as it goes. Edward keeps his hands deep in his pockets and eyes over and beyond me.

"Let me walk you up." The flat tone in his voice tells me that he has no intention of staying.

It's a little off-putting, but I nod anyway. "Okay."

Once we get to my door, I see Edward rubbing the back of his neck and anxiously waiting for me to say the word.

"Do you want to come in?"

"I don't know if I should," he says.

"I was only joking about you missing your flight," I say, lying through my teeth. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I rise on my tiptoes, but my mouth barely comes to the bottom of his chin. Edward bends down so I can whisper into his ear. "But us being naked in my bed is still something you can have."

Edward grabs my hips and digs his fingers into the fabric of my jeans. "I need to go."

I shake my head, and he follows the movement. We're gripped onto each other so tightly. "Stay with me," I say.

"Honey, I can't," he says this, but he doesn't mean it.

I know the difference. All he needs is a little nudge.

"Please, Edward. I promise to set the alarm and everything."

He groans, his eyes narrow, but there's zero willpower in him. He crumbles. "You're going to be the death of me, Bruiser."

"I'm not sorry." I grip him by the collar of his jacket and yank him down to my lips.

The kiss is searing, and tingles all over. Edward's fingers curl in my hair, holding me there so I can't slip away. His mouth is everything, and my knees give out. My body goes limp and starts to slide to the floor.

Edward catches me in time. He can't hide his smugness. "Maybe I should get you into bed before you hurt yourself."

I nod and hand him the keys to my door. He unlocks and opens it all with one hand. His other is wrapped around my waist as I cling to him. Once inside, I gain some strength, and I can set down my purse and latch the deadbolt. However, as I turn to face Edward, he scoops me up and flings my body over his shoulder. I'm giggling as his long legs stride across my living room and into the bedroom. As soon as he lowers me to my feet, our little restraint disappears, and we go crazy. We're kissing, biting lips, and clawing at each other's clothes, ripping the fabric right off our bodies. It's like we couldn't get him inside me fast enough.

Edward pulls off my shirt and bra, his mouth attacking my hardened peak. I push my chest into him. Slipping his hands under the waistband of my panties, he pulls them down my legs, dropping to his knees. Shivers erupt all over my skin as his hot breath wafts over me. I hold onto his shoulders for balance as I step out of my lace thongs. Edward kisses his way back up to my mouth, stopping short to fully appreciate me, a little lick and a finger dip.

My eyes close. "Mmm. That feels good."

Edward's mouth continues upward until he reaches my lips again. We kiss deeply. His hands glide around to my butt and give both cheeks a hard squeeze.

"You have such a nice ass," he says. "I got hard the first time I saw you standing in line at the club."

My head tilts back to look at him. "When I was fighting with the bouncer?"

"Yeah, I slipped outside during the commotion looking for you. Jesus, Bruiser. I had some idea about how good your body was, but when you wore that skin-tight dress, I was a fucking goner." He thrusts his hips into me and presses his hardness against my body. "I watched your ass every chance I could get that night."

"You know what I like best about you?" My fingers drag down his chest and stop at his washboard abs. "These are my favorite. I would go to all your practices just to catch a glimpse of these bad boys."

"Yeah, I remember." Edward chuckles. "You weren't slick."

"Ugh, I know, but I was so in love with you." My eyes widen, and the slip doesn't go unnoticed.

"You never told me that."

A blaze of heat engulfs me, and I must look away from him. "You would've laughed at me."

"Hey, hey," he puts a finger under my chin and raises my gaze back to him, "I wouldn't treat your feelings for me so carelessly, but you know why I would never cross that line with you, right?"

"Yeah, you were older, and I was a little kid. I'm not surprised you overlooked me."

Edward's expression turns serious; my heart speeds up under his intensity. "I never overlooked you, Bruiser."

"God," I say, my arms snaking around his neck, "I am so into you."

"Fuck, I am so into you."

Edward expresses this by kissing me. I'm lost in an instant. His mouth is powerful, and his tongue is persuasive. He palms my breasts, but it's a soft touch, nothing too aggressive.

I stumble back a few feet and fall into the bed. Edward follows but props himself up, keeping his massive weight off me.

He moves his kisses down to my neck. I moan and press my body into him. Slowly, with each kiss, he shimmies down and down until he's at the one place that aches the most for him.

"Mmmm." I ache for him, and I'm swollen, throbbing to be touched. Even the slightest breath over it drives me mad. "Edward, please."

He spreads me open. "You look so good like this, honey."

"Please, please," I moan and squirm as the need to be touched by him becomes unbearable.

Edward presses his lips to the inner part of my right thigh and keeps kissing me until his nose grazes my nub. My body jolts from the pleasure. He puts a hand on my stomach to keep me still.

"You like that?" He's kissing that nub now, tenderly and firmly.

"Oh, my god, it feels so amazing," I sigh.

Edward places my leg over his shoulder and pulls my body towards him as his knees fall to the floor. His tongue pressed flat as he licks me from the bottom to the top in one long stroke. It is too light, too gentle, and I need pressure. Putting my hand on his head, I force him to really give it to me, and boy, he doesn't disappoint.

"Yes, Edward - oh, god, yes!"

I'm so close to coming, and I don't want to stop for anything. I quiver as my fingers twist and lock into his hair. Edward's mouth is relentless, sucking and licking, and biting. I come unglued and cry out his name. The wave of pleasure travels all over and settles in my fingertips.

"Fuck, honey. You're so sexy." Edward rises from the floor and stands in front of me.

Sitting up, I grip him by the base, giving him a few strokes before taking him into my mouth. He curses and moans. That fuels me, and I add my hands, increasing the friction to make him feel good. He holds my head and pushes his pelvis forward. I allow him to lead. Each time he hits my throat, I gag, and it gets more slippery.

"Honey, you need to stop," he grunts and twitches, salty pre-cum oozes out.

That tells me he's close.

So, I bob harder, twisting my wrists and massaging his balls. I'm not going to stop until he comes into my mouth. When he tries to pull away, I grip his butt and pull his hips forward.

My eyes lock with him as he stares at me.

"Are you sure?"

I nod, humming a 'yes,' and then glance away to work harder. Edward moans, and thrusts, his cock moving in and out of my mouth. I'm trying to keep up, but his pace is frantic.

"Fuck!" he yells, allowing me to get a hold of him, twisting my hands and rolling my tongue. "I'm coming." He jerks and pulsates, releasing it into my mouth.

And I take in every bit with one gulp.

Once done, he stumbles away, his breathing labored and body shaking. This man is so beautiful.

I stand and go over to him. "Hi."

Edward smirks. "Hi." He holds my hips for stability as I kiss him.

We taste each other, and that simple act is incredible to me. In my mind, it's intimate and sacred. Edward's the only man I've ever wanted to be this sexually open and adventurous.

"Babe, I..." I am so fucking in love with you. Please, don't ever leave me. I don't say that, though.

Edward raises a questioning brow. "What were you going to say?"

"I...what time should we set the alarm for?"

Edward's face falls like he's slightly disappointed, but he knows how to bounce back. He smiles. "I've already put it on my phone for five-thirty. I have to go back to my house and get my stuff."

"Soo... should we take a shower before bed?"

"A shower sounds good."

"Okay, great."

I take his hand and lead him to the shower. There, we make love again and fight over who gets the most time under the spray.

In the morning, I wake up in my bed alone. My hand touches the sheets where Edward laid, and they're cold. He's been gone for a while and must have slipped out before sunrise. Just like I did the first night we were together. It's not a good feeling. However, when I look at the time on my bedside table, I see Edward left me a single rose with a note attached.

Hey, Beautiful,

I didn't want to wake you, but I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye. There are donuts and coffee in the kitchen. Try to eat something. I'll call you later.

Edward.

My glum face breaks into a smile as I pluck the rose from the mini crystal vase and put it to my nose. It smells nice, and the soft petals on my skin make me think of his kisses and touch.

I miss him.

Picking up my phone, I send a quick text to him. He's probably already on the plane, so he won't get this until he lands, but I want Edward to know that I'm thinking about him without actually saying the 'L'word. Of course, since I have it bad for him, I wait around in bed for twenty minutes, hoping he'll text back, but he doesn't.

I peer over at my clock. It's already 8:55, and I have less than an hour. Pulling myself from the comfy bed, I drag my butt to the shower. I'm barely washing my hair and skip shaving my legs. Edward is going to be gone until next week.

So, who cares if my body is hairy like Chewbacca?

By 9:15, I'm dressed, have eaten three donuts, brewed my decaf coffee, and out the door. Once in my car, I fling my purse into the passenger's seat. My phone vibrates, but I'm already driving and can't see who's calling me. The phone vibrates several more times and eventually stops, but no messages are left.

Traffic sucks, and it takes me ten more minutes to get there, so by the time I'm running through the halls, looking like a mad woman, I have a minute to spare. The clerk behind the desks has me sign in, and I fill out the 'new patient' paperwork. I'm so out of breath and exhausted that my focus goes in and out.

Luckily, I got all that done, and I was called back into the exam room. The nurse takes my blood pressure and the rest of my vitals. I'm weighed and remark how I lost a few pounds. She assures me that it's mostly water loss from my morning sickness and encourages me to drink more fluids with electrolytes. I'm trying to pay attention, but my wanders. The note Edward left me this morning is in my wallet. All I want to do is look at it.

The nurse wraps up her questions, hands me a gown, and says I'll only have to remove my bottoms. It's going to be a vaginal ultrasound, which sounds awful, but I smile and nod with understanding. She tells me the doctor will be in shortly and leaves. I wait until the door closes behind her, and quickly remove my sweats and underwear, folding them into a neat pile and placing them on the counter. Grabbing my purse, I hop up on the exam table and try to relax. The last thing I need is stress, and my only connection with the man I'm in love with is on the college-ruled notebook paper with a message scribbled in blue ink.

I read it about four times before putting it away.

It did the trick, and I'm somewhat relaxed, but my neck still has tension. As I close my eyes and breathe deeply to center myself, two knocks are on the door.

"I'm decent," I call out.

The door opens and closes. I expect Dr. Stewart or one of his nurses, so I don't respond much at first. Until a warm hand covers mine. My eyes snap open, and I look over to my left.

Edward smiles. "Hey, Bruiser."

"Oh, my god!" I throw my arms around him, and he hugs me back tight. "What are you doing here?"

"I called you all morning because I didn't know where your doctor's office was, but luckily, Emmett stopped being a dick. He gave me the address, so here I am. I didn't miss anything, did I?"

Pulling back from his embrace, I wipe the tears from my eyes and chuckle with embarrassment. "No, the doctor hasn't even come in yet - but how? Why are you here? What about your flight?"

"I called my coach, told him about our situation, and got a later flight."

I can't stop smiling; his being there is a miracle, but it concerns me that he's rearranging his life now. "But what about all that stuff you had to do?"

"Don't worry about that, honey. My coach is a good guy. In fact..." Edward leans forward, touching my belly and kissing me gently, "he congratulated us."

Both my hands cover his. "I'm so glad you're here."

"Me too," he says, kissing me again.

There's no way I should be doing this alone, and Edward made sure he did whatever he had to do so I wasn't - and all that stress bundled in me was released. For the first time in two months, I am at ease and content.

"Ahem, excuse me," a man clears his throat.

Edward and I break apart, looking a little sheepish from being caught canoodling. While he corrects his expression and looks perfectly handsome and unbothered, my cheeks are hot with a deep blush.

Dr. Stewart smiles. He's a man in his mid-fifties, not much gray in his hair, and has gentle blue eyes. His aura puts me at ease, and I can see why he's the best OBGYN. And I'm thankful Dr. Wilson was determined that he would be mine.

"Good morning, Bella. I'm Dr. Stewart. Your primary referred you to me, and I'm excited to be with you on this journey," Dr. Stewart says, shaking my hand.

"Me too. Thank you for giving me your open slot," I say.

"Of course, Dr. Wilson speaks very highly of you," he says, turning his attention to Edward, holding out his hand to him. "And this must be the father?"

Edward stands to shake it. "Yes, sir. I'm Edward. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Dr. Stewart takes in Edward's large frame and name. His eyes widen with recognition. "You're the Seahawk's quarterback."

Edward laughs suddenly. "Yes, sir. I am."

"I was wondering what all the female staff was going on about. Hmm, well, you're about to break a lot of hearts out there," Dr. Stewart says.

"There's only one heart I care about, and I have no intentions of breaking it," Edward replies, retaking his seat and grabbing my hand.

"Glad to hear that." Dr. Stewart glances over at me, but I can only smile. Otherwise, these hormones will make me cry like a baby. He leans against the counter as he opens my chart. "Dr. Wilson sent me your blood work from Monday. Nothing pops out, just some dehydration, but your vitals look strong. So, everything looks good. In your initial paperwork, you checked off that you're still having really bad morning sickness. I'll send you home with an antiemetic."

"Great, thank you. I've also been taking a prenatal since I found out," I say.

"That's good. And you said you're positive on the conception date, September 12th?"

Edward and I smirk at each other. "Hundred percent positive," I say.

"Considering the date, that would make you almost nine weeks now. So, your baby is the size of a Hersey's kiss, and their eyes and ears are starting to develop. We can hear the heartbeat as well." Dr. Stewart closes my folder and stands up straight. "Well, then, Mom and Dad, are you ready to see what your baby looks like?"

Edward squeezes my hand, and we respond with a smile and nod at Dr. Stewart. He calls for some assistance in the room. It doesn't take them long to wheel in the machine and turn on the monitor. The Doctor instructs me to put my feet up on the stirrups. Edward is smart and stays near my head. Once gloved up, Dr. Stewart talks me through the procedure the entire time. The insertion of the wand is cold and hard. I jerk at the unnerving sensation, and there's an intense pressure, but slowly eases up.

"So, let's see what we can find," Dr. Stewart says.

The lights flick off and Edward and I stare at the small screen to my right as Dr. Stewart spends two minutes trying to find our nugget.

"Ah-ha! There you are, you little rascal," Dr. Stewart says.

My heart races as I see our baby for the first time. My eyes well up with tears, and I can't stop them. "Oh, my god. Do we know if it's a boy or a girl?"

Dr. Stewart says, "Too soon to say. We'll reschedule for you to come in around fifteen weeks."

The baby's heartbeat is loud and thundering and going 170 beats a minute. That's fast, but Dr. Stewart says that's perfectly normal. Edward stares, stunned. I place a hand on his cheek, and he turns to me. The look on his face takes my breath away.

"That's our baby, Bruiser," he says.

"Yeah, that's our baby."

Edward kisses my hand. "Baby Bruiser."

Those words echo in my mind, and the happiness and peace Edward brings me is spreading through my chest, and I don't want that feeling to go away. So, I stop overanalyzing everything and just go with my heart.

"I'll do it."

Edward doesn't take his eyes off the monitor. "Do what, honey?"

"I'll come with you."

AN: Thank you for reading. See you soon.