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Uhhh ohhhs! SOmetimes, when I was reading the owner's stuffs...I wished I had that :x

i think everyone did. especially when reading BD. But i think the author had amnesia with that one too for forgetting the lemons.

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The week went by in a blur. Edward and I had talked about marriage and decided to wait until our families could be present, rather than rushing through a ceremony at the local town hall.

It was the best week of my life; just Edward and I - no parents, no distractions... just us.

And that's what made saying goodbye to him that much harder.

"Promise me you'll be safe." I begged through quiet sobs as I clung to him for dear life, at the harbour.

He squeezed his arms around me, pulling me closer. "I'll do my best, Love. I love you, so much. I love you."

"I'll write you the minute I get back to the dorms. I love you. Come home soon. I need you."

"I love you. Be safe...I'll miss you every second." He sighed sadly, kissing my lips slowly. I didn't want to let him go, but knew I had to. I knew this week couldn't last forever. "I love you so much." He whispered, leaning his forehead against mine.

I nodded, kissing him desperately. His grip around my waist tightened before he broke away, his lips brushing over my tear stained cheeks.

I sniffled, watching him walk back towards the ship. He turned just before stepping onto the boat and gave a short wave which I returned by blowing a kiss.

The pain was unbearable but I had to be strong. For him and for us.

The next couple of months flew by. I spent the majority of it feeling under the weather. I blamed the heat, I blamed the strenuous rigors of school, I blamed the ache for Edward that never went away.

By 4th of July, it was unbearable. I was nauseous all the time; I could barely keep toast down. And I was sore and always hot, no matter how cool it got at night.

I decided to finally go to the infirmiry to see what was going on and possibly get some acephetomine to help.

The nurse was a sweet older woman named Birdie who sat with me and took my temperature and blood pressure.

"Now sugar, I don't mean to pry but do you have a boyfriend?" She asked as she made a note on my file.

I nodded. "Yes ma'am. A fiancee actually." I replied staring down at the ring Edward had given me. "He's in the navy."

"Oh, you must be so proud to have such a courageous fiancee." She answered taking a seat beside me. I nodded. I was so lucky and so very proud.

"I know that most girls wait for marriage, but in this day and age no one is certain of their future so sometimes... things happen."

I nodded, looking down at the floor and feeling myself blush.

"Have things happened between you and your boyfriend..."

"Edward."

"Alright, Edward. Have you two in the last few months had intercourse?"

My cheeks flamed and I nodded curtly.

She smoothed out my hair and clicked her tongue. "Alright then. I have a sneaking suspicion you've got a baby in that tummy, based on your symptoms but let's get that confirmed."

I nodded again, still unable to meet her eyes. Oh god.

I was back in my dorm late that night, pacing. Alice had decided to more or less move into her boyfriend, Jasper's frat house so it was rare to find the room busy or loud.

Which was perfect for what I had to do.

I sat down at my desk starting each letter and frustrated with my progress, crumpling it up and tossing the papers in random places.

July 7, 1944

Dear Edward,

I'm not sure how to begin this letter, other than saying I love you more than anything and I spend my days missing you so much it hurts.

Remember how I wrote in my last letters of feeling ill? Well, I have taken your advice and went to the infirmirary this evening to get some medicine to help with the ailments.

There's no easy way to say this, so I suppose I'll just come out and say it: I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant and I'm trying to be strong but it feels all upside down. You're half a world away, we haven't had a chance to be a real couple for more than a few weeks at a time. But despite the initial fears I cannot regret this. Edward, we're having a baby.

I hope this news brings you joy and not dissapointment. I am sorry if it causes you anger or pain.

I love you. Write soon.

Yours always,

Bella

EPOV

I folded Bella's letter over once, looking at my feet stretched out in front of me.

Had I read that right?

I flipped it open again and sure enough, there it was: Pregnant.

I should have married her while I was home, never mind that the letter was nearly three months old, which meant that she'd be ready to have it soon, and she'd probably be worried if I was upset with her. I sprung to action that night, first writing to Aunt Esme, telling her about Bella and asking her to keep it to herself. I knew that Bella would be alone, and I couldn't stand the thought of her having to do this all on her own.

Everything would be fine as soon as I got home.

Next, I pulled out a new sheet of paper to write her back.

September 10, 1944

My Darling Bella,

Please excuse the delay; I didn't receive your letter until this morning but please believe me when I tell you that this is nothing but a wonderful thing. I'm truly thrilled to be starting our family, even if I can't be there with you.

I'm so sorry you have to do this alone, and I wish more than anything that I could be there with you; I want more than anything to be with you when our child is born.

I love you, forever, Bella; forever. I'll come home to you as soon as I can, I promise.

Be safe, love. Be safe.

All of my love,

Edward

I quickly folded the letter and stamped it, sending it on the next mail truck. I walked back to the barracks in a daze until I felt a large hand on my shoulder. "You okay, Edward?" Emmett McCarty, one of the only guys left from my original platoon, asked me.

I nodded, a small smile playing at my lips. "My wife's having a baby."

BPOV

Every day seemed like a week. I was petrified of Edward's response, or lack there of. It wasn't until I had just passed month 5, that I received his letter.

The amount of relief I found in the single piece of paper was uncalculable. I laughed and rang his Aunt Esme, informing her of his letter. She laughed and proceeded to tell me she had been right; I had been worrying over nothing.

Mrs. Cullen and her husband had been my rock. When I had told my father the news a week before my birthday in September he had remained quiet before telling me he had raised me better than to throw my life and education away on being a lose tramp who ran with convicts and hung up.

He never understood Edward and I and this just sealed it. I had been written off.

Fortunately, my school had been a bit more accommodating. They were a conservative school, however they understood that in these times it was important for women to understand the importance of multitasking being a good wife, girlfriend, fiancee as well as being a strong American. In that way, they were a more progressive school than most. After meeting with my advisor and deans of the school, my department and student affairs I was allowed to enroll and complete the Fall term. After which I would be granted a leave of absence for Spring and Summer sessions and be permitted to resume studies beginning the following fall. I would only have one year left from then, to have my degree.

This is where Dr. and Mrs. Cullen had been the most gracious. Esme, eager to be a grandmother, offered to stay in Bronxville with me to help me with the baby. I politely refused for two months but finally conceeded. I would need to be able to find a well paying job, which would be hard enough as a female but near impossible with a baby.

Esme, Rosalie and Dr. Cullen would fly out the week before Christmas and we would move me and Esme into an apartment near campus when they arrived.

The months that followed Edward's letter were painful, emotionally, mentally and physically. Fellow students snickered, which hurt well enough but Alice stood by me, hooking her arm around mine and hissing at the snide comments. I loved her that much more for it.

As winter exams approached the stress of finals added additional pressure and I frequently had to go for walks to lower my blood pressure and keep the baby safe. But thanks to Alice and the Cullens, I - no we made it through.

Esme and I moved into a modest 2 bedroom house that was a fifteen minute walk to campus. As Christmas and New Year's went, my letters to Edward dwindled. I was in pain often, and the only relief I had was a letter I received at the end of January from Edward, telling me he was being relieved of his duties and would be coming home the first week of March.

According to him, every boy regardless of legal age to join the military, was trying to get in. Everyone wanted to protect the land of the brave, and as they saw fit, his commanding officers were letting him go to make room for stronger more experienced men.

The next few weeks I was elated. He was coming home. He was finally, finally coming home to me.

The baby came early, which I wouldn't have expected to happen any other way. Edward and I had done everything prematurely by societal standards; fallen in love, had sex, gotten engaged and pregnant. Though the babby was a fighter and kicked and screamed her way out, taking nearly 30 hours to finally be born on February 15, 1945.

I was exhausted, and as it turned out, bleeding a lot more than the doctor's would have liked. But that didn't matter to me. What mattered was our baby, our... little girl. I was sobbing from exhaustion and utter happiness as the embilical cord was cut and the nurses cooed as they cleaned her up.

Only Esme had been allowed in the room with me and I had never been more thankful to not be alone.

"What's her name?" One of the nurses asked, placing her in my weak arms. "Elizabeth. Elizabeth Renee Cullen." I murmured, looking down at the beautiful tiny baby in my arms. I looked up at Esme, her eyes full of tears as she smiled and brushed the hair from my eyes, kissing the top of my head. "Edward will be over the moon that you named her after his mother, dear." I nodded and was only able to hold her a few more seconds before the nurses took her and the doctors pulled me away, back down the hall to the OR to work on repairing the torn tissue.

I had wanted to be back home by the time that Edward was back. I wanted to open the door holding Elizabeth in my arms and letting him know that we were okay; our family was okay.

But the doctors had other ideas. They wanted me to stay for observation. The tissue wasn't repairing and they were worried that a blod clot could cause more problems, so they wanted me to remain as immobile as possible while they continued to try and help it heal more quickly.

I was fast asleep when i felt a pair of soft lips press against my forehead. I smiled, feeling the warm current flow through every inch of my body. Only one person could make my body tingle that way. "Mmm... Edward." I smiled, opening my eyes slowly and taking in his appearance; his strong jaw, toned arms and fitted uniform stood beside me, his eyes looking down at me worriedly.

"How're you feeling, love?" He asked, running the back of his hand over my cheek gently.

"Good." I replied grogginess clouding my voice. "You're here. Have you seen her?"

He smiled a little, kissing my forehead. "No, not yet. I only just got in. Aunt Esme picked me up from the dock," he said, lowering his lips to my own. It had been so long; the softness and tenderness of his kiss almost brought me to tears. "I'm so sorry I missed it."

"Did she tell you what we named her?" I asked, sitting up and fighting back the intense emotions of finally having him home mixed with the labor I'd just gone through. I reached for his hand lacing our fingers..

He squeezed my hand, his grin growing. "Yeah...I love it," he sighed, sitting beside me towards the center of the bed. "Thank you, Bella."

"I'm sorry we couldn't wait for you to get home. She was itching to come out and see the world." I smiled, moving my hand up to his jaw. "Just like her father."

He laughed a little, scooting closer. "I love you so much, Bella. So, so much." He took a deep breath bringing up our joined hands to his mouth and kissing the back of mine. "I can't wait to meet her."

I nodded, pulling him closer. "She's beautiful Edward. The prettiest baby you'll ever see," I bragged.

He was finally at the top of my bed, close enough to hold me, which he did. "Of course she is; she's ours," He laughed quietly, kissing my forehead repeatedly.

I nodded, perking up as I saw the nurse come in. "I saw this gentleman walk in and knew he had to be related to little Lizzy." She grinned, checking my IV. "She's squirming away. Would you like me to bring her in?"

"Yes, please. I think it's time father and daughter met." I beamed, not breaking my gaze from Edward's.

She gave me and Edward a polite smile and walked out, murmuring she'd be just a moment.

Just as she said not two minutes later, she returned a bundle of pink blanket in her arms. She glanced from me to Edward. "Would you like to hold her?"

EPOV

I blinked at the squirming pink bundle and my heart flipped. She was real. Bella and I had really had a baby.

"Yes," I whispered, letting go of Bella and moving to hold the baby; my daughter. The nurse placed her carefully in my arms and tried to tell me how to hold her, but having already raised a little girl I ignored her. Elizabeth squirmed a little in my arms before settling down with a big sigh. I traced my finger down her tiny cheek and under her chin, her skin fair and soft like her mother's. She was perfect. She was absolutely perfect.

"Oh, Bella." I said, turning to her and feeling the emotions well up inside me. "Bella..."

"I know Edward..." Her eyes were glossy as she looked up at me. "She's perfect, isn't she?"

I nodded, looking back down at our baby, and I realized I had to do what I could to provide for them both. Bella deserved everything I could possibly give for giving me this perfect bundle.

Our baby.

"Did I tell you about my pension?" I whispered, pushing back the wisps of bronze hair from Elizabeth's forehead.

She shook her head,"No."

"It's enough for a house and a car. Enough so that we won't have to worry about jobs for a while." I looked up at Bella, leaning over to kiss her forehead. "Enough to be together; just us."

A huge smile lit up her face, and it felt goo that I could make her smile like that. "That's amazing." She paused, patting the side of the bed for me to sit. "They're letting me go back to school in the fall, to finish. If we decide I should work, I could try and get a teaching job at one of the colleges, if that's what you still want to do."

I sat beside her. "You don't have to, if you don't want to; I get to go to college for free." I looked down at our daughter and smiled. "I can pick from a couple places and the government covers it."

"That's amazing Edward." She sighed, leaning forward and pressing her lips to mine before she looked down at Little Lizzy. "You're home. And safe. And our baby... Edward she's amazing."

I moved my head so I could kiss her forehead then closed my eyes. "She's perfect. She's absolutely perfect. Thank you so much, Bella."

"It was a team effort Edward. Wemade her. You and I. She came out of our love."

I leaned my head on hers, and smiled. "I wouldn't have her without you."

"We're parents Edward..." She said, sounding disbelieving. "This is the beginning of our family." She smiled, cupping my jaw, and kissing me.

I sighed against her lips, feeling the baby start to stir in my arms. "We're getting married as soon as you're out of here. I'm not having people think you're a scorned woman." I teased, grinning a little at her.

"And you always worried about how my reputation would be tainted by being with you. Turns out it was the other way around; you should have been worried about yours." She grinned, laughing.

"I had none left." I told her leaning in to kiss her. I pulled away with a gasp. "Oh, Bella..." I started my eyes going wide. I couldn't believe it.

"What?" She asked, pulling back with a face marred with worry. "What is it?"

"I'm free." I whispered, smiling slowly. "I'm a free man."

She smiled, shaking her head a little. "In every sense except one." She murmured, leaning in for my lips. "You're mine."

"Since the moment I saw you." I whispered, kissing her again. "I love you forever, Bella."