Big News deserves a Bowl of Cereal
A loud stomach rumble rang through the kitchen as Bella dug through the refrigerator. Headaches, back pain. It was like having a never-ending period. Snatching at the milk from inside the door, she put together a bowl of cereal and set it on the table, collapsing into the chair there.
Poking at the flakes with her spoon, she waited with a bit of annoyance for them to get soggy. So far the only people she’d told about her condition were Alice and Edward. When the idea first came up, she couldn’t understand how mothers would love to brag so much. “I’m pregnant” was never a flattering statement to hear. It meant that you would be fat for nine months, and then tied down by little bothersome mini-yous for every day after that. Where was the freedom and happiness in that?
But now, with the occasion finally upon her, even Bella Swan was itching to tell someone.
She took a large bite of the cereal, and smiled contentedly to herself.