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Baby Mama

Twilight is not mine. Never will be mine. Ever. *WAAAH!* David, Lizzie and Marie are mine in a literary sense. Ren, too.

I do apologize with the sporadic updates with this one. I struggle with this story and finding the momentum is tough. With that being said, please be patient with me on this one. I do intend to finish it. It'll probably take time. I've planned out the remainder of the story. It's looking to be around thirty chapters, plus an epilogue.

Next chapter...Rose has the baby! (WOO HOO!) There's also mounting drama with Renee. You'll hear from her in the coming chapter, find out her true intentions with Bella and how she's going to achieve that goal.

Chapter Twenty: Baby Mama

"I swear, I want to kill Emmett," Rose said as she shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "He's at the state championships with his baseball team and I'm about to pop."

"I'm sorry, Rose," I frowned, handing her some water. Evan was sleeping in his pack and play in the family room. My children were watching some show, being quiet while I talked with Rose. "It's not like it's intentional."

"No, he knew that I was going to be close to giving birth when he accepted the coach position during state," Rose snarled. "Emmett just didn't expect them to go all of the way to the state finals. The team, prior to Emmett taking over, honestly sucked. Now, they're at state and I'm the size of a house. Once I'm able, I'm sooooooooooo kicking Emmett's ass."

"Swear jar, Auntie Ro," Marie said absentmindedly.

"The kid's got ears like a hawk," she snickered. "Marie, Auntie Ro can't move. Can you please put the money into the swear jar?"

"You really should," Marie said as she got up, scowling at Rose. "But, since you've got a baby in your belly, I'll help." Marie leaned down and kissed Rose's belly. "Come out soon, baby. I want to meet you."

"That was very sweet, Marie," I said as I watched Marie put the dollar into the swear jar. She grinned and skipped back to her spot next to David, watching the television. "Rose, do you want to just stay here until Emmett gets back? If you go into labor..."

"That sounds like a good idea," she breathed. "I need to pick up some clothes and stuff."

"When Edward gets home from work, I'll swing by your place and get clothes, toys and other things for you and Evan. When is Emmett due back from the state championship?"

"Sunday," Rose replied, grimacing slightly. "Seriously, this kid is killing me with the kicking and stretching she's doing. Her legs are kicking my diaphragm."

"She must be anxious to get out. You're belly's dropped and her head's between your legs," I smiled, rubbing Rose's stomach.

"The sooner, the better," she snickered. "When is your hubby going to be home?"

"In a few hours," I said. "Why don't you follow Evan's example and take a nap?"

"Bella, I came over here to talk to you," she frowned.

"Your eyes are drooping and you look exhausted. Lay down and relax, Rose," I said as I gently pushed her onto the couch. She lay on her side and I put a pillow between her knees. "Sleep, Mrs. McCarty. In a few days, your sleep schedule will be all sorts of screwed up because of the baby."

"Okay, okay," she chuckled and as soon as she snuggled onto the couch, she was snoring deeply. I smiled, covering her with a blanket. My children were still enraptured with the show on the television. I snuck into the kitchen and began pulling together food for dinner. I decided on making rump roast so Rose could take home the leftovers when she had her baby. The meat made wonderful sandwiches.