As usual: Steph owns, killerlashes betas. This is a little sequel to "Here With Me". Ten years into the future or something. Enjoy!

September

"No, Dad. She puked on the bailiff. Yes! I don't know…" Edward trailed off and glanced at me. "Hey, baby? Did they get your performance on camera?" He grinned evilly, so I tossed a throw pillow at his head.

"Shut up!" I whined and rolled over, pressing my face into the pillow.

He laughed. "No, she doesn't have a fever. Just a headache."

"And I'm tired!" I yelled loud enough so my father-in-law would hear me.

Edward shushed me with his hand, so I made a face at him. "No…what? Oh."

My husband went silent for a long moment before uttering a quick goodbye and hanging up the phone.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "What did he say?"

"Just…doctor stuff," he muttered.

"Please elaborate, darling," I said sweetly and even batted my eyelashes for good measure.

"Like…when was your last period and if you might be…you know," Edward answered, picking at his fingernails.

I sat bolt upright before slowly lifting myself off the couch and carrying myself to our bathroom. Once I was there, everything was a blur until I was holding a little pink box in my trembling hand.

"Leah, why in the hell are there pregnancy tests all over the floor?"

"I couldn't get the box open." I shrugged and pushed him out of the bathroom. I mean, why didn't he ask why we had a multi-pack of pregnancy tests? "I can't go with you in here."

"We've been together for ten years. You go with me in here all the time."

"This is important!" I yelled and slammed the door. Did he not realize how huge this was? Stupid husband.

A moment later I was flushing the toilet and setting the little stick on the counter. Edward was waiting for me on the other side of the door, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

"Are you finished?"

"I am finished peeing, thank you for asking." I crossed my arms and tried to mirror his glare.

He simply laughed and shook his head before pulling me out of the bathroom and into his warm embrace.

"I love you, you crazy woman."

"Has it been three minutes yet?"

"No."

I waited.

"How about now?"

"Not yet."

A breath.

"Now?"

"Shhh."

"Edward."

He sighed and held me tighter, the picture of control even though I could feel his heart pounding against my cheek. We had been trying for over six months with no luck, so we'd just decided to stop. Stop planning, stop thinking, and just well…do it whenever we wanted.

"You want to look?"

I shook my head. "You do it."

My husband kissed my head and stepped in the bathroom.

"Hm."

"What? What the fuck does 'hm' mean, Cullen?" I yelled, and looked taken aback. I only called him "Cullen" when I was pissed, so I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"Well, we said that it didn't matter when it happened right?" he asked quietly with a look of disappointment etched on his handsome face.

"I guess it doesn't matter when it happens," I whispered, feeling tears sting my eyes.

"Good. Because it's happening now," Edward replied softly.

"What?" I managed to croak out.

"We made a baby." He grinned and held the test out to me. I took it, reading the two little lines myself through my blurred vision.

"We made a baby," I repeated, awestruck. "We made a BABY. HOLY SHIT, WE MADE A BABY."

I jumped into his arms, laughing and he stumbled against the sink but I didn't care. We made a baby.

Edward kissed me, and I realized that both of our faces were stained with tears.

"You're happy, right?" I asked.

He nodded and took a shuddery breath.

"Incredibly. Indubitably."

"Absolutely."

"Undoubtedly."

"Indisputably."

"I love you."

"Ditto."