Disclaimer: S. Meyer owns Twilight.

I looked at the app on my phone. Four days to go until the red dot. I didn't hold much hope though; I was getting sadly used to my unwanted period coming every month, like an uninvited guest at a party.

After the first month of trying, I had been late by several days. Edward urged me not to get too excited, but I didn't listen — I was so sure that I was pregnant. I could just feel it. A girl knows.

Only, I was wrong.

Now it'd been almost a year, with only disappointment to show for it.

A/N: Mostly unplanned drabbles. I'm normally a fluff sort of girl but I can't promise just yet that there won't be a little heartache along the way. M-rated because ... well, they're trying for a baby here!