I'm reposting this one because there are changes, and I've given this to the PTB Back to School Fundraiser.
I don't know what my problem is, because I sure as hell am not PMSing, but I just can't seem to stop rambling about what he looks like. It's not that he has the cliched qualities of a nerd- wait, he does have them. Huh.
"I have a name, you know?" he mutters from out of the blue while chewing on his cereal. I smirk, knowing that would be his reaction.
He walks toward the small coffee table and hands me cup of coffee. Hey, I didn't tell him to do that; he did this on his own.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," he muses. He rolls his eyes before leaving the dining table.
I take a fast look at his retreating form. "Stop answering my thoughts!"
"You asked for it," he retorts when he comes back with an apron on. It has always been like that, you know, him reading minds. For some freak reason, he gets to have a power. I love the special ability, but I hate it when it's used on me.
"Can't you turn that mind reading thing off?" I complain, waving my hands in the air.
He shoots me a stern look. "If I can, then I could have done that already."
I almost forget my condition as I am about to take a sip of the coffee. Luckily, its scent hits my nose before my lips make contact with the cup. Quickly feeling incredibly pissed, I close my eyes and shout, "Edward! You know coffee's not aloud for me! Have you forgotten this?" I point my fingers at my huge ass stomach. "How do you think your sister would react if I tell you to her?"
Is it wrong to feel good when I annoy the father of my baby? I mean, I'm taking revenge here!
I watch him as he close his eyes in concentration before taking my cup. It's so easy to annoy him sometimes... well, actually, most of the times.
I tap his hand to stop him. "Stop it. I'll be the one to do it." I pick up my coffee and make a move to stand up when I suddenly feel something wet streaming down my legs. I fearfully look down, eyes wide and mouth open, and see- "Edward," I cry, my hands flailing in the air, "my water broke!"
"I-I-Oh, shit!" he stutters, not knowing what to do. Finally, he realizes he should carry me out the house and into the car. Good thing we were prepared for this moment. I've put an emergency bag in there, just in case.
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