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EPOV
Emmet and I watched as Bella left, and Emmet snorted through his nose before resuming his work. "You didn't tell her you're getting another tattoo?" He asked incredulously. "Why not?" I shifted my head uncomfortably, sighing.
"I don't know, it wasn't a planned tattoo or anything…I just wanted it." I grumbled. "It's not a big deal, she doesn't care." Emmet didn't respond, and we fell into a comfortable silence, only interrupted by my occasional hisses of pain. I let my mind wander, getting my mind off things.
I knew that when I went upstairs, Bella would either be mad or crying; I had seen both reactions from her to a negative pregnancy test. I had handle the anger- she usually just shouted and stomped her feet for a little while. It was the sadness I hated to see- Bella would just cry until she fell asleep in my arms, and then she'd cry in her sleep.
The conversation with my mother definitely hadn't helped the situation. It wasn't Esme's fault, she didn't know, but the look in Bella's eyes during that conversation had been hard to stomach.
"I'm done." Emmet interrupted my thoughts, and I flexed my sore muscles experimentally. They were slightly sore from being in the same position for several hours without a break. Emmet flexed his hand as well, shaking it back and forth. "You know the drill." He said. "And you've got antiseptic, right?"
"Yeah, I'll have Bella clean it up for me." I said, getting up off the chair and grabbing my shirt of the table. "Thanks, man." I added, walking towards the front of the shop while Emmet stayed behind to clean up. He tilted his chin as a response, focusing on sterilizing everything.
I walked out into the shop without my shirt on, but luckily no one was there to see my half naked self, just Alice. "Let me see it!" She squealed from behind the counter, but I shook my head and opened the door that led to the stairs to Bella and I's apartment.
"Not now, Alice." I mumbled, and then headed upstairs, slamming the door behind me. "Bella?" I called, walking into the apartment and tossing my shirt on the couch.
"I'm in here!" Bella called from the bedroom, and I picked my shirt back up and walked into the room.
Pausing as I tossed my shirt in the hamper next to our bedroom door, I smiled wryly. Bella was sitting on the bed, naked except for a black thong. "Baby…" I trailed off, taking in her red nose and eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked quietly, sitting on the bed next to her and wiping away some of the tears that had pooled her under eyes.
"I'm ovulating." She said stubbornly, and I shook my head.
"You're crying." I murmured, putting my arm around her and wincing slightly when I did so thanks to my tattoo. "Why don't we just talk for a little while? When you calm down we can-"
"I like your tattoo." Bella whispered, craning her neck to get a good look at it. "But you didn't tell me about it."
I kissed the top of her head as she started to trace her fingers over the various tattoos on my arms. "It wasn't really planned." I assured her, moving my hand to touch her own tattoo. She jumped slightly when my cold hands touched her warm flesh, but then relaxed as I continued to stroke the tattoo. "Bella, I think we should hold off for tonight. Tomorrow night, we'll be in Vegas and I swear to you, I'll stick it to you then." I promised, and Bella rolled her eyes.
"Oh, Edward, you're so romantic." She said sarcastically, flicking the back of my head. "But okay. Honestly, I'm not exactly in the mood right now." She added in a somber tone, leaned her head against my shoulder and then touching the tattoo over my heart, the one that was her name. "I'm tired." She whispered, closing her eyes.
"Take a nap." I said quickly, picking her up and moving for towards the head of the bed so that she was more comfortable. "I'll get dinner started and wake you up when it's done."
Bella nodded sleepily and closed her eyes. I think she was asleep before I was even out of the room.
Tomorrow afternoon Emmet, Bella, and I were going to Las Vegas to see my dad. Jasper and Alice couldn't come, they had volunteered to stay behind and get some clients in. Although business was good, we tried never to take to many days off. After all, Bella and I's child's education was depending on the tattoo parlor.
My dad, Ed, was the President of Operations at one of the big Vegas hotels on the strip. I couldn't remember the specific hotel/casinos name, but it didn't matter. We got rooms cheap, thanks to my dad. I didn't gamble as much as Emmet did, and neither did Bella. My big plans involved getting drunk and having sex.
Was this really what my life was boiling down to? Drinking, working, and knocking up my girlfriend?
BPOV
"Did you pack my…basal thermometer thing?" I called to Edward, rifling through our suitcase.
He popped his head out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand. "Um, yeah. It's in your makeup bag. Why do you use that thing, anyway?"
I shrugged, zipping my makeup bag open to ensure that he had actually packed it. Sure enough, it was there. "I use it to chart my temperatures. If the temperature raises and stays high, then I'm pregnant. If it drops drastically after ovulation, then I'm not." I explained, zipping my makeup back shut.
"Oh." Edward said, crinkling his nose before going back into the bathroom. "And B, I put our plane tickets on the kitchen counter." He added loudly, and I heard the bathroom sink turn on. "We should probably get going."
Edward came out of the bathroom again, tossing his toothbrush into the bag and pulling his shirt on over his head and grimacing when the material rubbed against his raw tattoo. "Okay, come on." I said, closing the suitcase. "Emmet is waiting downstairs and he has a taxi waiting too."
With any luck, we would get to Vegas and then have a little time to ourselves. Maybe I would get pregnant before my appointment with Dr. Gerandy in four days.
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Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie