It was an ordinary morning. Rob was still fast asleep next to me, snoring very loudly. Usually, it didn't bother me, but for some reason, this morning I wanted to scream at him to shut up. My stress levels have recently been through the roof. Promotion for Breaking Dawn Part 1 was quickly approaching and I haven't been feeling well for the past month. Our schedules were so hectic it was impossible not to become stressed about it.

I guess my silent brooding had woken Rob up as he started to stir next to me.

"Morning beautiful." Rob whispered gazing up at me.

"You were snoring." I told him, not holding back on my annoyed tone of voice.

"Hmm. Perhaps it was you who was snoring." Rob said, trying to lighten the mood. "You are usually the guilty party."

That little comment really pissed me off. "Fuck off Rob." I told him, getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, not wanting him anywhere near me at the moment. I started to strip for my shower, when the door handle started to move. Shit. I didn't lock the door. Rob walked quietly into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He didn't even seem to be effected by my half naked presence. I stood near the entrance of our massive shower, just watching him.

He finished brushing his teeth, and headed out towards our bedroom again, "Wait." I shouted.

Rob turned around and looked me straight in the eye, confused. "What?"

"You don't want to shower with me?" I asked, becoming more and more irritated every second.

"Nah. Not this morning, I don't." Rob said, barely inserting any emotion. He turned away and made him self comfortable again on my side of the bed.

I thought to myself for a moment, then decided to stop acting like a typical hollywood actress and talk to my husband about how I've been feeling lately. I turned off the shower, and headed towards the bed in nothing but my underwear and bra.

I climbed onto Robs side of the bed, watching him type out an email on his iPhone. I waited till he was finished before I started poking his side. He looked over at me, and gave me his famous half smile. I wasn't sure if it was from my small attempt to get him to talk to me, or if it was my certain attire.

Rob picked up my poking hand and kissed the top very lightly and sweetly before intertwining his own hand through mine. I cuddled into his chest before tears started to stream down my face.

"Im sorry." I said hiding my face in his shirt. Rob kissed the top of my head and began rubbing small circles on my back, comforting me.

"Why have you been so angry at me?" Rob asked.

"I don't know. I think it might be the stress of the upcoming promo tour." I whispered, trying to keep my emotions under control, the last thing Rob needed was an over emotional wife to take care of.

"And you haven't been feeling your self lately.." Rob said, finishing my own thought.

"Yeah, there is that too." I sighed.

Rob continued his gentle comforting, as we lay in our bed enjoying the silence. Rob finally broke our precious contact and turned so he could see my face.

"Hungry?" Rob asked, as his own stomach growled for food.

I nodded. I got up and picked Robs shirt off from the floor from last night, slid it over my head and walked out of our room headed for the kitchen. I heard Rob trying to ketch up with me, he picked me up bridal style and walked us down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I decided to make our favorite breakfast- Mexican Omelets. Rob made the coffee while I gathered ingredients and cracked the eggs.

We heard Bear coming up from the basement, where it was nice and cool to sleep, and heading towards the kitchen as he probably smelled food. He greeted Rob by rubbing up against his leg, more like a cat then a dog. Then sprinted towards me seeing that I was the one with the food. He jumped up on his two back legs, knocking me down to the ground and sent the eggs flying everywhere. "Fuck! Bear!" I screamed. It was silent, then the air was filled with Robs hysterical laughter. "Shut up Rob, its not funny!" I yelled.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea swept over me and sent me running to the bathroom. I deposited last nights dinner into the toilet along with the mid night snack this morning. Thats when I heard Rob opening the back door to let Bear outside, and walking towards me.

"Kristen?"

"Fuck, Bear." I said, trying to laugh it off.

Rob kneeled down next to me, rubbing my back in soothing circles, "Can I ask you something?"

"If its about Bear.. I'm not mad at him, he didn't know what he was doing." I said, starting to ramble.

Rob chuckled, "No, its not about Bear."

"Then what?" I asked, looking at him.

"Well, its just, you haven't been feeling well for the past month, you've been angry, and unusually emotional.. Kristen, are you pregnant?" Rob looked at me, waiting for my response.

"No. There is no way." I said, starting to question myself. I was on birth control. It was impossible. Besides, I would have noticed.

"I haven't bought tampons in a while, baby." Rob said, with a scared look on his face.

"Well that's because I haven't bled in a while.." and as I said that, I realized that I had confirmed Rob's suspicion.

"Oh shit." I whispered.