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As of right now this whole story is going to be in Bella's POV, and it is going to be ALL HUMAN for the whole story. Don't worry, they will be going to Forks, so she's obviously going to meet Eddykins. :)
Hey guys! This is my first story, so please bear with me :) Reviews are great; they always motivate writers on here to keep going
My Big Mister Perfect
"Lucky de la Charms"
I had two weeks until the baby was due. I was so nervous and exited about the baby, I could hardly sleep anymore. I sighed, rolling over onto my side. Emmett and I had decided to move to a smaller town after I gave up the baby, for a fresh new start with new people. That new start would be in Forks, Washington.
We decided to move there because of our dad, he had grown up and died in Forks. He had been the police chief in the small, safe town; it had been a real shock to everyone when he was killed on the job.
I felt a sharp pain in my side. I gasped in shock, and then I screamed bloody murder. I hoped that I didn't wake up Emmett; he'd make me go to the hospital again, as he'd been doing for the past three weeks.
Of course, Emmet had ultra-super hearing, and he came bursting through the door. Just my luck.
"Hey sweetie, are you ok?" he asked, crooning to me. My breathing was ragged, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to answer in words, so I just nodded my head, and I pleaded to him with my eyes. There was no annoyance or anger in his, just pure concern for his baby sister, me. I felt a wave of love for him. He had always been here for me, even though I'd never asked him.
My body tensed up as I felt another cramp tearing through my stomach. I gasped again quietly, so he wouldn't hear. It worked this time, so he got up to leave. He kissed my forehead, and said, "Goodnight, Bells. You know you can tell me if you hurt."
I said goodnight to him, and fell into a fitful slumber. All I could dream about for almost nine months had been that day.
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I woke up the next morning to the smell of blueberry pancakes. I smiled to myself, Emmett always knew what I was in the mood for, no matter what.
I carefully lifted myself from the bed, caressing my stomach as I did so. I waddled over to my closet, picking out a pair of comfy blue sweats that my mother, Renee, had sent for Christmas last year.
Ah, Renee. She never really was the best mother-figure. She left Charlie, my dad, because she preferred big-city life. When I was five and Emmett was eleven, she left me with gram and grampa for a week to go on a date with the guy she was with at the time. Not that I didn't love my grandparents, but still.
Renee always swooned over men, it was usually a different one every month. I had been so exited a year ago when she had gotten remarried. Little did I know that I'd 'never' get to see her again.
Her husband, Phil Mathews, was a travelling baseball manager for a major league team. He brought in a lot of cash, which is why my darling mother "fell for him", as she put it. Lonely life had been forced upon me, and then…. Well I wouldn't think about that.
I was taken out of my dressing-trance when I heard Emmett's booming laugh coming from the living room. I walked in, and was not surprised. He in all of his "Twenty-Two Year Old Glory" was sprawled out on the couch watching "Whose Line is it Anyway?" He was still wearing his Mickey Mouse boxers and a T-shirt, his usual sleeping-and-morning-attire. I really need to get him some regular clothes.
I stumbled over to him, catching myself on the couch as I tripped over nothing. Blushing, I gestured for him to make room on the couch.
"Lazy day today, sis?" he asked as he took in my appearance. I laughed, "Look who's talked, mister mousey man." I giggled as he glared at me.
"How do you feel, any cramps or anything?" he asked, always the caring one. I sighed, knowing that he wouldn't let me do anything until I answered. I sat down gingerly on the couch, always holding my bulging stomach. I smiled tentatively at him, "I'm feeling better that I did last night, thanks Em."
I really was grateful for his help. Without him, I'd be… a pregnant sixteen-year-old all alone.
He grinned at me, his dimples plainly showing. Emmett was always such a big-old teddy bear. As they say, "His bark is worse than his bite." He was the most caring and selfless person I'd ever known.
His happy expression changed to shock just I started to smell the pancakes burning. He got up from the sofa quickly, and ran over to the oven quickly. Unfortunately, he wasn't quick enough. I heard him yell dramatically, somewhat like Darth Vader, "Noooooooo!"
I had to bite my lip to keep from cracking up. Oh, Emmett and his cooking. I got up from my perch on the couch, and tiptoed over to him, pecking his sullen face on the cheek.
"Emmett Swan, don't mope about all day because of some stupid burnt pancakes!" I said sarcastically, "It isn't the end, I…will…live!" I said, ever the drama queen, with my fist in the air, a sign of victory.
Emmett couldn't help but laugh at my joke, but he said sadly, "That was the last of the pancake mix. What do you want Chef Em to make for you now?"
I contemplated the "hard" question for a moment, teasing him. At long last, I came up with a decision. I answered, "How about some Lucky de la Charms?" I smiled sweetly at him, grabbing the milk from the fridge, and putting it in front of him.
"I don't know, Bells. That's a pretty big request," he answered, teasing me as much as I was him. He grabbed the cereal from the pantry, and poured me a bowl. As I munched, I watched some guys on TV changing the first letter of every word in their sentences to "F."
"Fow fbout fe fo fo fhe fall?" said Emmett slowly, making sure he got it right. I laughed, spewing milk and magical charms all over the place. "What was that?" I asked innocently.
Emmett tried to say the "F" sentence again, but gave up. He said, "Do you want to go to the mall?" He looked at my so innocently, that I almost gave in without a fight. "What about my lazy day?" I pouted.
He replied, "You've been having lazy days for the past nine months, how's about we do something fun?" I groaned, he knew I hated the mall, too many people asking how long we've been together. And, of course, he'd buy me some embarrassingly expensive maternity clothes.
His face was still complete innocence, but I saw his eyes shining in excitement. I laughed, "Ok, ok, just let me shower and get ready." He grinned at the easy win, as I waddled my way to the bathroom.
I took a long, hot shower, savoring every minute. I felt myself loosen up, as my muscles grew less and less tense. I stayed in the shower, rubbing my strawberry scented shampoo in, until I heard a banging on the door.
"Alright, you've been in the shower for forty minutes, missy, there is no way that you're still dirty," he said in mock strictness. "You can never be to clean," I answered as I rinsed out my hair and turned the shower off.
I dried myself, applied a small amount of makeup. I pulled on my fluffy bathrobe, and walked to my room to get dressed.
I found a short-sleeved black and yellow flowered blouse, perfect for the hot weather in Phoenix. I pulled on my stretchy jeans, and a pair of sneakers, and exited to the living room.
Emmett pulled me into a quick hug, before grabbing my hand gently and leading me out the door.
His second most prized possession—He insists that I'm his first—was waiting outside the small apartment that we called home. He opened my door before hopping around to the driver's side of the jeep.
"You ready for this?" He asked in a silly voice. I nodded my head, laughing, as he drove off to the mall.
A/N: I hope that you like the first chapter, I worked really hard on it. In this story some things are a bit unlike the book, such as everyone being human, Emmett being Bella's older brother, and Bella being pregnant. I chose Emmett to be Bella's brother, because Stephanie Meyer is always saying how much like a big brother he is, so I actually made him one.
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