Chapter 2- Brunch, lunch. What's the difference?

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BETA- RoseNEmmettForever

EdwardPOV

We made our way back to her kitchen. On our way there, she kept staring at me, like I was some sort of painting, or something. I quickly shifted my gaze to the floor. It seemed as though she was trying to figure out who I was. I honestly hope she's not someone who hates me or my movies. If she is, then we're both royally screwed! She sat down at the dining room table. I followed her, and sat across from her. I honestly didn't expect the next question that came out of her mouth.

"Why? She asked, looking at me.

"Um excuse me?" I asked, completely caught off guard.

"Well you're a sperm donor. I'm single. We're not supposed to meet. Isn't that the point? TO not know who fathered my child? I thought it was." She explained

"That's true in most cases, but I want to be here because I was raised to treat women with respect and help wherever needed. I feel that since you will be having a child with my help that I should be there also."I said, hoping she'd agree.

She puckered her lips in thought, then blushed, faintly.

"Okay, I'll let you help, under one condition. I get to know you better. And I want my space. Understood?"

"Thank you so much!" I said, smiling gratefully at her. She giggled, and nodded.

"How about brunch?" she asked rubbing her stomach.

"What about lunch?" I asked looking at my cell phone, realizing it was already noon. Wow, how time flew!

"Lunch, brunch, what's the difference? As long as I get food in my belly, I'm satisfied." she said, getting up and heading to the fridge. I got up and went to sit by her little bar while she made a normal sandwich for me, then a weird one made of banana, pickles, ketchup, cheese, and olives for herself.

I gagged when it sat there, completed, and looking completely gross. She gasped, and put her hand over her heart, in mock sadness.

I laughed grabbing the normal sandwich then took a bite of it. She bit her sandwich and happily sat in her chair munching away on her 'lunch'. I quickly finished off my lunch then I began thinking of ways to start this conversation.

"So… what do you do for a living?" she asked, her back to me, as she washed our plates.

Crap, what should I say? Then I thought of something that might work.

"A double for that British fellow." I said vaguely. The water shut off, and she turned to me, her mouth hanging wide.

"You. Work. For. A. British. Hunk?"

"Yes, we did a few movies together." I said. "Do you have his number?" She asked excitedly.

I took out my phone, and was about to call him, but she snatched it away, and ran upstairs. I chased after her, following her into a room, which I assumed was a nursery. It was beautiful. The walls were soft shades of green, and blue. The floor was littered with boxes with baby stuff. She scrolled through my phone, an amused look on her face.

"Weird, isn't it?" She said handing it back.

"Sure is." I replied, grinning. She stared at me for a few seconds, studying my face carefully. Before I could say anything, she ran from the room. I quickly followed her down the hall to what I assumed was her bedroom. She quickly pulled a box out from under the bed, and brushed the dust off. When I saw the lid, my stomach started to churn furiously. The lid read: DON'T TOUCH! Next to that was a picture of me back when I was seventeen. No. She couldn't find out this way!

"Bella?" I asked quietly, as she pulled out various items. A bunch of magazine articles, Movies, and even my CD. No. She was an avid fan!

"Why? Why didn't you tell me who you were?" She asked sitting on a chair near her bookshelf. I walked to her, and was about to hug her, but she pushed me away and went to sit on her bed.

"Bella… I just… well. I didn't want you to find out that way. I was going to tell you eventually, but…" I was cut off by her cell phone. She answered it, turning away from me.

"Hello? Yes. Three weeks. Okay. What time? Yes, 2:30 sounds great, thanks! Yes. See you then. Bye." She hung up, and turned to me.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"That was my doctor, letting me know that my first ultrasound is in seven weeks." She explained.

I smiled at her.

"Edward. This might sound ridiculous. But ever since I can remember, I always ad dreams of you and me, getting married. Me having your kids, now that I actually am having your child… I just can't believe it. I don't know if… I do want you here anymore." That just about killed me when she said that. How could she not want me here anymore?

"Bella. I.—" "I understand, Edward. I really do. Here's another question. How did you find out who I was? Where I lived? You know what? I feel stupid for saying I didn't want you in our lives. I really do. So let's start from the beginning please?"

I smiled at her. "Okay. Hi, I'm Edward Cullen—""Silly. I know who you are. I'm your number one fan. Tell me though. How did you find out where I live?"

"Oh. My manager and sister, Alice. She gave me your directions. She's firecracker. I tell you. She keeps you on her toes."

"Ahh, I see." She said smiling warmly at me. I knew that this would be pretty easy. I hoped. It couldn't get any worse, could it?