Hi friends! This is just a short little update on our sweet couple. I hope it makes you smile. It was supposed to be a birthday gift for my beta, but I can't surprise her because I need her to read all my work first.

Anyway, I hope you all are doing well through the craziness of the world right now. I know things are so tough and scary for a lot of us. If you need someone to talk to, please reach out. I'm happy to talk. I battle my own anxiety, and these last few months have been hard on a lot of us.

I hope you'll enjoy this little quarantine update. Let me know what you think!

Love you all dearly.

Disclaimer: The author does not own any publicly recognizable characters herein. No copyright infringement is intended.

"Everyone on?" Edward asked as we both sat up on our couch, watching our parents in three of the four boxes on our TV screen.

"We're here, son," Carlisle said, he and Esme sitting side by side at their dinner table.

"We are, too!" my mom said. I could tell they were using her phone, both of them sitting on a porch swing outside their house.

We could see my dad sitting at his kitchen table, his reading glasses low on his nose as he held the phone away from him and tried to navigate the screen. He was saying something, but we couldn't hear him.

"Dad, your sound. Your sound—dad, turn on your sound…dad!" I called, watching as he was obviously talking over me but not making any noise. Finally, after a few more seconds of him tapping forcefully at the screen, we heard him talking.

"…so damn complicated," he grumbled. "Hey everyone," he said then, realizing we could finally hear him.

"Hi Moms and Dads! Happy Mother's Day," I said to our moms.

"Thank you, babies. We miss you both so much," Esme crooned.

"We miss you guys, too. Sorry we can't be there in person," Edward said, leaning back on the couch. I leaned into him, making sure my stomach wasn't super visible.

We hadn't seen Edward's parents or my dad and Sue in several months now, as the country had been under quarantine since March. We had big plans to tell them the news of our surprise in person today, on Mother's Day, but because everyone was still social distancing, especially Edward's parents who still saw patients every day in their office, we decided a Zoom call would have to do.

"That's okay, loves. We will get together later this summer when things are safer, hopefully," Esme smiled.

"Dad, where's Sue?" I asked, expecting her to be on the call with us.

"She had to go back to the hospital for a few hours. There were two more positive cases confirmed this morning and the staff is already short as it is," he frowned, anxiety etched into his face. "You should see her, though. Looks like she's going into a toxic waste plant when she's working," he chuckled. "She comes home, strips at the door, and takes a shower as hot as she can stand it," he grimaced.

I knew he was worried about her. I was, too. Forks was tiny and had seen very few cases so far, but their hospital was also not well equipped to handle the virus. And being so close to Seattle, where it was a lot worse, was worrisome.

Sue had gone back to school about six years ago to finish the nursing degree she'd started several years prior, and now she was an RN at the hospital in Forks, officially leaving her 20 year job at the police station. She and dad were still together, though they expressed no desire to get married anytime soon, if ever.

"Mom, how are things down there?" I asked.

"Good, good. They have opened up our beaches again, and most restaurants and shops. But we are still staying in as much as we can," she shrugged.

"Good. No reason to take too many risks," Carlisle said to her.

"Do you think you guys will still want to come for a visit in September?" I asked, hopeful because I hadn't seen them since Christmas and because I would be very pregnant by then (though she didn't know that yet). I was hoping that she would be able to come then, but I was also really hoping she'd be able to come when the baby got here, too.

"I don't see why not," she smiled. "Maybe we can go look for wedding dresses while I'm there!"

"Oh, maybe…" I said, and then nervously picked up my soda can to take a sip. I hated to burst her bubble, but a wedding wouldn't be happening until after the baby arrived.

"Since when do you drink Ginger Ale? You've always been a Coke Zero girl that I remember," my dad laughed.

"Um, I don't know, it just sounded good," I shrugged. Why did dad have to choose now to be so observant?

My nausea had gotten a bit worse the last few weeks when I hit the second trimester, and Ginger Ale was about the only thing I could stomach some days.

Edward cleared his throat and began talking, changing the subject quickly. His hand squeezed mine tightly as they lay clasped in his lap, Meghan curled up in a little fluffy ball beside him on our couch.

"So, anyway, since it's Mother's Day and we can't be there with you guys to celebrate, we wanted to send you each a little gift. It's not much, and you are both getting the same thing, but we hope you like it," he smiled.

My heart was beating wildly in chest knowing that we were about to break the news. I didn't think they would be upset at all; quite the contrary, they would be overjoyed because no one thought this was a real possibility after so many doctors told Edward that it may never happen. Just the idea of people besides us and my doctor knowing was making it feel a lot more real, though. We hadn't told anyone else yet. None of our friends lived close enough that we had seen them much, and when we did, I wore baggy shirts, dresses, and sweaters. I was definitely showing, but it was still easily hidden when I needed it to be.

"You two really didn't have to do anything, but we appreciate it. We talked to Alice earlier, and she sent me a beautiful display of flowers from her and Jasper," Esme smiled, probably less about the flowers and more because it was the final confirmation that Alice and Jasper were officially back together.

"That's really nice of her," Edward smiled, knowing that we didn't have flowers to give but that our present would probably be as well received.

"Well, why don't you both go ahead and open your gifts together?" I smiled, my stomach a jumble of nerves and pregnancy.

"Oh, alright. But seeing you two is the real gift," my mom said. I rolled my eyes and smiled as she picked up the small wrapped gift box we'd sent her in the mail. Esme had an identical one. They were flat garment boxes, wrapped in cheery floral paper.

"Ohh, I wonder if they are tickets for a cruise," Renee gushed.

"I don't know how much money you think we make, mom. But also, global pandemic, remember?"

My mom laughed as she and Esme both worked to unwrap their boxes.

Esme got the paper off hers first and slowly lifted the box lid, seeing more tissue paper inside. As she pulled the paper away, confusion was evident on her face.

She glanced up at us, hesitation in her eyes as my mom finally got the lid off her gift box and pulled the paper away.

They reached into the boxes at the same time, both pulling out tiny white baby onesies.

"Are you…serious?" Esme gasped, and even through the low resolution of our video call, I could tell that her eyes were glassy with unshed tears.

"We are," Edward smiled, leaning over to kiss my temple and place his hand on my belly.

"Wait, what's going on? What's it say?" my dad asked, while my mom was saying "oh my gosh" quietly to herself over and over again.

Esme held up the baby onesie and turned it around to reveal the words "Plot Twist" across the front. She set it down then and held up the sonogram pictures we'd included, showing our little bean back at 8 weeks when we had the first one done. She put her hand to her face, a sob escaping her. When she pulled her hand away, her smile was bright enough to light up the rainiest Forks day.

"Well I'll be damned," Charlie huffed, a smile on his face as he stared at the picture Esme held up.

"Wait, so you are still early then?" my mom asked, wiping at her eyes.

"Look at the date on the sonogram, mom," I encouraged. She looked again, realizing that it was dated for March.

"We found out around the middle of February. I'm 15 weeks now. We go back next week to find out if it's a boy or a girl," I explained.

"When is your due date?" my mom asked.

"October 24th," Edward answered, smiling from ear to ear.

"I just…how? How is this even possible?" Esme asked. "The doctors said…"

"Doctors are wrong all the time," Edward reminded her.

"Don't I know it," she snorted, glancing at her husband.

"Congratulations, guys. You're going to be grandparents," I said to them, feeling Edward wrap his arm around my back and pull me close.

"Our miracle grandbaby," Esme crooned, hugging the onesie to her chest.

"From our miracle children," my mom said then, looking down at the little black and white photo in her hand.

A few hours later, Edward and I were curled up on the couch to watch a few episodes of Great British Baking Show before bed, both still feeling the love and happiness from earlier in the day when we'd talked with our parents.

We'd stayed on our Zoom call for about 30 more minutes, hashing out details of visits, telling them more about how the pregnancy was going, explaining why we'd waited so long to tell. They understood that we'd hoped to tell them in person but had been waiting to get through the more vulnerable weeks of the first trimester. Once the pandemic hit, we had to come up with a new plan.

Esme and Carlisle said they wanted to be Nana and Papa. My mom said she wasn't sure yet, but she'd seen a shirt on Pinterest that said "Glamma" and she liked the idea because she was "just so glamorous." I put my foot down pretty quickly on that. Dad said he didn't care what he was called and just couldn't wait to meet the little one.

At one point, I'd stood up to show them by baby bump, pulling my shirt tight to show the swell of my belly. Mom and Esme squealed at the visual proof of the tiny human I was growing, and I couldn't help but smile at their excitement. I promised to text them some other bump pictures from the earlier weeks, and then we signed off with a bunch of "I love you's" and promises to have video calls again soon.

"So," Edward started. He was at one end of the couch while I was laying at the other, my feet in his lap. He'd taken to giving me nightly foot rubs, to which I would never object. "I guess we need to let our friends know now, too."

"I guess so. Though I would be surprised if they haven't already heard it from our moms," I joked. I knew they wouldn't say anything, as we asked them not to. We were going to tell our friends soon and then announce it to Facebook thereafter. But times were tough for a lot of people right now, and we didn't want to be insensitive to that.

"True. Nana and Glamma are probably already printing shower invitations as we speak," Edward laughed.

"Maybe we will get a drive-by parade shower if things are still pandemic-y by then," I smiled.

"Naw, I already told you I want one of those for my birthday," Edward snorted.

"I'm glad they were so excited," I sighed, leaning back and enjoying the feel of his large hands on my sock covered feet.

"I knew they would be," Edward responded.

"Have you thought anymore about names?" I asked him. We'd been making a list, but so far we hadn't settled on any that we loved.

"I still kind of like Alexander for a boy," he said. I nodded, because that was one of my favorites, too.

"For a girl, we could always go with Tina," he said.

"Like Tina Belcher?" I laughed.

"No, Tina. Short for…Quarantina," he deadpanned, tickling the bottoms of my feet.

"Oh my gosh, rub my feet and hush, you dork," I laughed and smiled at the gorgeous grin on Edward's face. Times were hard and scary and weird right now, but having my fiancé, baby daddy, and best friend by my side, I knew we'd be okay. Life was so unpredictable, but for us, it was still pretty great.

This is probably for real the last chapter. I hope you enjoyed it.

Be kind to one another and to yourself.