A/N:
Well, hello there again! Sorry, for the long wait but I was on vacation for some time! But now that I'm back, you'll get more updates!!
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White Gold
Chapter Four
Mission: Coincidence
Rosalie's POV
I noticed a wide smile on Bella's face as I watched her leave through the window. I was so happy for her. From what she said, she went through a lot to get a baby, and now she finally had one.
I looked down at my tummy and sighed. Though there was no bump yet, I really was not looking forward to getting fat. However, in the end it would be worth it.
Oh great, now I'm turning into a big sap. Damn you, pregnancy hormones.
Fan-fucking-tastic. Emmett had joked the other day that I would be all emotional now, and everything would make me cry. Let's just say he was crying by the time I was done with him. Can't understand why men keep crying because I shout a little bit. I swear my boss was about to go into hysterics when I bit him. I really don't understand men… Shouldn't Ibe the emotional one?!
I don't know how long I stood looking out the window, but eventually I saw Emmett's Jeep pull into the driveway. I let out a sigh. We had been having quite a few rows since I became pregnant, but they were ALL his fault! He shouldn't be so damn insensitive; making stupid jokes and calling me fat.
I left the window and went to the fridge, and opened it, just to be sadly disappointed. We had no food. On the bottom shelf was a single piece of fruit. Above it was a carton of milk, and an egg. On the top shelf there was a case of beer.
God, we really need to go grocery shopping. I swear this man inhales food instead of eating it.
"Honey, I'm ho-ome!" Emmett sang, walking through the door. He seemed to be in a better mood than when he left. After cleaning up those stupid meatballs, he left grumbling, saying something about meeting that stupid brother of his, Edward.
"Honey, we have NO fo-od!" I called back crossly. I was suddenly hungry. I was eating for two after all.
"Rosie, babe, sit down, I don't want you to strain yourself." I rolled my eyes as he walked into the room.
"I'm fine, Emmie. I'm barely even a month pregnant." I couldn't help but smile at his worrying. I knew he was just trying to suck up to me, but still.
"Are you sure?" he asked, before settling on the couch, and patting the empty place next to him.
"Fine," I huffed, sitting down and propping my legs up on his lap. He let out a sigh, and seemed to be mentally arguing with himself, but finally started massaging my feet. Good boy.
"So, guess who I met today," I asked casually, enjoying Emmett's hands as they kneaded my feet. I barely suppressed a moan; Emmett was nearly as good with his hands as with his disco-stick…
"Who?"
"Bella Swan," I said with a smile.
"And do I know this Bella Swan?" Emmett asked, his eyebrows bunching up in concentration as he stared at my feet. He was so cute when he was concentrating. And that face looked just like the one he makes just before…
Oh god, I'm hornier than I thought!! Looks like big poppa is getting some tonight…
I was starting to form a plan to get him into bed as quickly as possible, when this moron decided to talk again.
"Or is she some random stranger, because last time you introduced yourself to a random person, our house almost got robbed."
"Emmett, that was you who almost caused us to get robbed," I grinned, remembering how sorry Emmett was, and how he made it up to me. Best sex we've ever had, hands down.
Rosalie, you ARE the horniest person right now!!
"No, she isn't a robber. She was at the grocery shop, trying to pick out a pregnancy test, when this bitch started yelling at her for no damn reason. So I scared that wannabe-Barbie away, and started talking to Bella, helping her decide what test to get." I grinned, remembering that pathetic excuse of a female. She should sue the doctor who did her nose, that thing looked like it should have its own insurance.
"Nice Rose, you found a way to yell at someone, and help someone at the same time. It's like you won the lottery."
I scowled at him. "Very funny, but to tell you the truth, it was satisfying. I got to use my potty mouth to help someone out." I grinned. "You know, I could be a great superhero, mom by day, The Amazing Rose by night, fighting crime… no wait, it would be more fun to be the bad guy, don't you think? Way more fun."
"Rose, you're babbling again."
"So," I muttered. "You think I would be a bad super villain? Is it still about the meatballs, Emmett? Just let it go! And by the way, I would be a great villain. I bet I could take down Superman, if I wanted to."
"Rose, you would make a great super villain. Everyone would be scared of you," Emmett reassured me. "You already scare people enough," he added under his breath.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," he muttered. "Anyway, back to your story, you were talking with this Bella…" he egged me on.
"She said that she didn't have a hubby or boyfriend or anything, so I took her back here, so that she could take her test," I said. "See, I'm such a nurturing person, I just take people under my wings, watch them grow… and they just bloom with my help."
"Sure Rose, sure, you are great at helping people. Now go on before you start going off about super heroes again."
"Fine, fine," I muttered, casting a glare in his direction before going on with my story. "Anyway, so we're here, and we get to talking, and then she takes the test, and she's pregnant! Now I have a pregnant friend to hang out with."
"You could hang out with me," Emmett said, his eyes cast downward.
"I always hang out with you, baby," I teased. I leaned back into the arm of the couch, enjoying the full effect of Emmett's hands on my feet, and closed my eyes.
"Wait, if she isn't married and doesn't have a boyfriend, how did she get pregnant? A one-night stand?" Emmett asked confused.
I sat back up. "It's really interesting. See, she has been wanting a baby forever now, so she decided to go to a sperm bank," I began. Then I told Emmett everything Bella had told me, from the one-night stands to the point where she picked out her sperm donor.
"Wow, that's… interesting. And kind of funny," Emmett said after a moment of silence.
"How is it funny?" I questioned, leaning back once more.
"Okay, you'll never believe this, but Edward actually donated sperm to a sperm bank!" Emmett said. I could tell from the tone in his voice that he had been waiting to tell me this all evening.
"No!" I gasped.
"Yeah, like five years ago! He needed the money to start his company with Jasper. He then filled me in on the other details of the discussion he had with Edward earlier.
"Wow, who would have thought of that?" I mused, and we lapped into silence.
"Wait a minute," I said a little while later, as a random thought sprang into my head.
"What is it?" Emmett asked.
"How strange is it that I meet Bella, a girl who just got pregnant from a sperm donor, on the very same day that Edward tells you he got a notification that his sperm had been used…?" I trailed off, thinking.
"You don't think… it's his, do you?" Emmett asked slowly, dropping my feet.
"Well, what are the chances?" I said quietly. I noticed we had gotten to the point where we were almost whispering.
"Come on, there must be thousands of people that get their sperm used each day." Emmett whispered, leaning in close to me. I could tell by the look on his face he thought it was an odd coincidence too.
"Yeah, but there is only one sperm bank in Seattle, isn't there?" I asked, keen to make this work out. It was like solving a mystery. I felt like Nancy Dew, or whatever the hell her name was.
"That's true, I mean, it is possible, isn't it?" Emmett asked.
"Well, I think that now it's going to be our job to figure that out," I said with a mischievous grin on my face.
"You know what Rosie, I think it is."
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EPOV
Since I found out that my sperm had been used I was a walking mess. I couldn't concentrate on anything, and when I passed a baby shop yesterday I nearly cried.
God, I'm turning into such a girl!
I'm happy that Emmett hadn't seen me this way. I bet he would've started the "Edward's-gay-theory" again.
When I was little I always pictured myself as the loving father, who would always be there for his wife and had a house, a dog and lots and lots of money.
Yeah, I was a lazy kid. Didn't want to work.
Thus I only had a house and money. I couldn't stand dogs given that one nearly bit off my balls, and my baby would never know his father... that's just sad.
My office phone suddenly started ringing and I answered it in my business voice.
"Edward Cullen speaking."
"Mr. Cullen," my assistant said nervously. Uh-oh...
"There is a woman here who demands to see you immediately."
"What's her name, Angela? "
"She says her name is 'Shut-up-and-let-me-into-his-office', sir." I heard Angela chuckling nervously through the phone.
Who could that be? My mom wouldn't be so rude and Angela knows Alice...
"Ok, send her in."
Just as I said those words the door was thrown open and Tanya came waltzing into my office with what I think was supposed to be, a sexy smile.
"Hi honey! I made you some brownies with that new Sir Mix-a-lot you bought me," she beamed at me.
I had never bought her that thing. My mom sent it to me and Tanya was snooping through my mail AGAIN and just took the spatula without even asking me. When I confronted her later she started crying hysterically and so I just let it go.
I couldn't stand this woman!
"Tanya, why do you know where I work and what the heck are you doing at my office? We are not.!" I said very slowly, so that she could understand me perfectly this time.
"Edward, just accept your feelings and stop denying our relationship. It's ok to be afraid of commitment but this is getting ridiculous! What will our children think? That their father doesn't love their mother? Do you want that?? Do you want your children to hate you, just because you're too uptight to accept me?"
"Wha-... Tanya, why are you talking about kids?? Ju-just go, please! I have a very important meeting now and I really don't need you here, freaking out my clients! Oh, and if you won't stop stalking me, I swear to god, I'll call my brother and he will find some way to keep you away from me BY LAW!!"
Just as she was about to reply a Native American man came flying into my office, followed by a breathless Angela.
"Mr. Cullen! I'm sorry, but Mr. Black didn't want to wait until I could call you!" she almost screamed at me.
Mr. Black just stood in my doorway looking smug, but as soon as he spotted Tanya his expression changed to some creepy little fucker grin.
"Well hello there. Didn't know the meeting would be containing three people. Who is this adorable woman?"
"She was just leaving, weren't you Tanya??" I asked her with a stern voice.
Well, after the look she just gave you, I don't think she'll be leaving soon, Eddie boy!
"Well, hello. I'm Tanya, Edward's girl-"
"NEIGHBOR!"
"Oh, so there is nothing going on between you two?" Jacob asked incredulously.
"God, no!" I screamed while Tanya replied with an even louder "YES!"
"Mr. Cullen," Angela called through the intercom.
"Mr. Whitlock forgot to sign some contracts that I have to send out and he is unavailable right now. Could you take a moment to sign them?"
"Yes, I'm coming now, Angela."
I looked at Jacob, whose eyes seemed to be glued to Tanya's breasts and said in a polite tone, despite wanting to kick him out of my office, "Mr. Black, please excuse me for a moment. I'll be right back."
"No problem, man. I think I can chat a little bit with Tanya until you're finished."
Such a pig!
Edward, you DO sound like a chick... You should check if your dick hasn't already formed into a vagina.
Weird, my inner voice kind of sounded like Emmett.
After I left and finished the contracts I hurried back to my office. Ever since Jasper and I had started this business three years ago, we had been busier than hell, but it was totally worth it. After saving for over two years, we had managed to scrape together enough money to start Sails Away, our dream since we had been twenty-one. I still couldn't believe I had stooped to such levels that I had donated sperm, never thinking of the consequences. See Edward, look what happened!
When I opened my door, I found two very sweaty looking people there. I swear that Tanya's shirt looked like she put it on wrong. That wasn't the case before, so...
Wha- Oh...OH!! Oh my god, they did it in my office! How gross, now I have to disinfect everything. Who knows where that dick had been?! I don't want to get herpes or something.
Seriously, dude...Check on your dick. It's shrinking with that girl crap talking you're doing.
"Tanya, please leave now. We have a in meeting here."
"Ok, honey. I'll wait for you outside. Bye Jakey! You have my number," she whispered the last part, meaning for only Jacob to hear, but it was loud enough for me to hear too.
"Ok, Mr. Black. How can I help you?"
"Well, I obviously want to buy a yacht and I wanted to discuss the design and furnishing with you. Lauren told me to specifically request that you build in a sex-swing. She is a very naughty girl!" he winked at me.
Yep, that douche bag just winked at me. I want to bleach my eyes and go hide in mommy's arms.
"But on the other hand, Jess wanted a lounge..."
"Oh, is Jess your daughter?" I asked. I knew that this Lauren was his girlfriend since she called me three times yesterday to tell me what she wanted on the yacht and what not.
"No! I don't have kids. Jess is my other girlfriend. She is so tight it feels like banging a virgin. And since Lauren is used like some old mattress, I need some fresh meat underneath me from time to time, know what I mean? Ok, back to talk about the yacht... I also need a good place for sunbathing. Veronica loves to have a good tan!"
I was getting really mad, listening to this retard telling me about using girls and betraying them behind their backs. How can it be that this man had three girlfriends and I hadn't had sex in so long!
"Let me guess, another girlfriend of yours?" I was nearly growling.
But he just started laughing. "No, Veronica's my fiancée. We plan to have our engagement party on the yacht!"
After hearing that, I couldn't take it anymore. I took my cell phone out and wrote Jasper a message to come here immediately. He knew that I don't send texts normally, so that was our little sign for SOS!!
I was about to punch that creep, but Jasper, god bless him and Alice for sending him to the gym, arrived only two minutes after I sent him the text and saved my day.
"Mr. Black, I think that we can arrange the rest alone. Thanks for taking your time and coming here."
Jacob, who was oblivious to my almost outburst, just stood up, shook hands with Jasper, winked at me again and left.
I have to shower. I feel so dirty after the looks he gave me!
"Honey, are you done yet?? I want to go home," an annoyed Tanya whined. I cannot believe she hadn't taken the hint and just left. Did she seriously think that I didn't know what she did in MY office with Jacob?!
But Jasper, who was my hero right then, saw my pained expression and told Tanya in a serious voice to leave the office, before he called security.
"Are you cheating on me, Edward? Is it your annoying assistant that didn't want to let me in? Oh my god. You ARE gay, aren't you? I thought your brother was kidding when he called you that, but now I understand why you aren't attracted to me. There is no other possibility why you wouldn't want me."
"Tanya, I can assure you that I am not gay! Please, just leave me alone. I don't want to DATE you!!! Do you get it now?!"
Now she was furious. "Whatever, Edward. I hope you and your little skank secretary will be happy, because you'll never see this body again. You will never be able to touch me again! I promise you that!" Then she came over to me and fucking slapped me!
Holy mother of crackers, did that just really happen?
I saw in a blur how she stormed out of my office. I was about to forget that she even was here today and concentrate on work, when I remembered the brownies she left. Well, since she left them, I could eat them.
Take that, bitch. Never going to see those brownies again! HA!
But it was too good to be true. Those brownies tasted like feet! I ran to the window and saw that Tanya was about to get into her car so I called her name.
"Tanya, you forgot something!" And then I threw those disgusting brownies out the window. They splashed right in front of her feet and some of it got on her dress.
"Hope you like them as much as I hated them!!"
"Fuck you, Edward Cullen! Fuck you, and your rich, tight tushie!" shouted back Tanya as she winked at me.
Un-fucking-believable... Even now she doesn't get it! I should change my locks. Who knows what will happen next, since she was able to find out where I worked.
"Ok, Edward. That chick is really weird. I will never doubt you again. I thought you were kidding when you told me that she climbed over to your balcony in the middle of the night to see you sleeping, but now I totally believe you," muttered Jasper, while trying to suppress a laugh. I merely growled at him, I was so mad right now.
"Oh, and I wanted to ask you something. I cannot go to lunch today with Alice because I have a last minute meeting with the couple from last week who ordered one of our 'Megan' yachts. Could you jump in? I'd hate to disappoint her!"
"Sure, Jasper. Just tell me where and I'll go right now. I need a break."
I really liked Alice and in the last two years since Jasper had met her, we became really good friends. It seems like yesterday when the two of them eloped and married on one of our yachts in New York City. They just clicked together, and Alice was the sister I never had. I should probably introduce her to Rosalie... they would hit it off. The hyper pixie might be good for Rose; god knew that she needed to get that stick out of her ass.
When I parked outside the restaurant I could see Alice already bouncing on her seat through the window. I never understood how she could be so happy and giddy all the time. I hoped that her hyper self could cheer me up. Even Jasper said that I was a little bitch lately.
"Hey, Alice. How are you?"
Alice just took a look at my expression and I knew immediately that she caught on to my horrible mood.
"Edward, I seriously think you need to get laid! You look like you are in pain. Have you tried to, uhm, you know, to DO something on your own to release some tension??" she asked the moment I got into the restaurant.
I cannot believe that this little pixie just asked me about my masturbating habits. Could the day GET any better?
"Am I not allowed to be in a bad mood, Alice? And, please don't ask me something like that ever again. I just have a lot on my mind right now and there is also this annoying neighbor who can't take a hint. I'm just frustrated." I sighed loudly and put my head into my hands.
"Oh, stop being such a vagina, Edward, and live a little. If you have trouble jacking off, then get yourself a whore. Because of your damn mood swings, Jasper is all distracted, and it's no fun to handcuff and blindfold him when he's thinking about work and your well-being."
I just looked at her dumbfounded and thought that she and Rosalie REALLY should meet. They had something in common. The conversation was getting really awkward for me, so I tried to change the topic, asking her about her friend, Becca, or at least I thought that's what her name was. During the last Christmas party Alice introduced me to her, but I was so wasted I couldn't even remember my name. That was the night I woke up in a motel room, just wearing a poncho and a cowboy hat. Yep, weird night, really weird night.
"Oh, I think you mean Bella! She's great. She just found out last week that she's pregnant. Bella wanted a baby for so long and now her wish came true. I'm so happy for her."
"Oh, I didn't know she was married. Well, I'm happy for her, too!"
Alice just looked at me in a weird way, before suddenly her eyes started shining as if she just had the best idea.
"No, Bella isn't married. It is quite a funny story actually. She wanted a baby so badly, that she just went to the sperm donor bank and that's how she got pregnant! She tried it with random one-night stands but that didn't work out quite so well, so I suggested the sperm bank to her." Alice gave a little laugh.
That's so weird, because I just found out my sperm was being used. Coincidence or what?
I didn't even notice that Alice was still speaking, until I caught the last sentence that made me freeze.
"... but the last file she read was really wonderful. There was even a quotation... Wait, what was it about? I think it was from William Makepeace Thackeray. It said:
'Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.'
Isn't that cute, Edward? Edward?? EDWARD!!"
There was no way, no way. Oh god, oh god!
I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at her as if she just told me she married an Oompa Loompa and had her honeymoon in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory.
It couldn't be, I mean....
"Alice, sorry, but I have to leave. I forgot that I promised my brother to meet him in 10 minutes." Without even waiting for her reply, I jumped up and ran to my car. As soon as I was seated in it, I took out my phone and called the only person that could help me.
"I need my sperm back. And I think I know who the mother of my child is." My voice was high and jittery, and I was pretty sure that I squeaked on the last word.
"Good for you! And I have already a plan how to achieve this goal, Eduardo!" Emmett said victoriously.
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Bella's POV
I stared at the over stuffed drawer in silence, my eyebrows creased in frustration. I was sure I had put my whisk in this drawer, and not one of the three others that were also stuffed full of cooking supplies. I closed the drawer forcefully, causing a bang to echo throughout my otherwise silent apartment.
I was trying to come up with a new cookie recipe for my website; I hadn't added a new one in almost three weeks. I had been too nervous and excited about the baby to concentrate on anything else, let alone cooking. But now that it was confirmed, I needed to get back to work.
A little over two years ago, I invented a spatula that would tell you the recipe as you cooked, called the "Sir Mix-a-lot." Having been frustrated that I had to keep going back and forth between the cookbook and the bowl, I finally just bought a voice recording chip, recorded my favorite recipes, and stuck it onto my favorite spatula. One day Alice found my little invention, and convinced me to try and sell it.
A little over two months later I was signing a contract which guaranteed me forty percent of the profits, as long as I came up with at least two new recipes a month. I usually made more, seeing as how I didn't have much else to do during the day… I loved it, since I no longer had to go into an office everyday. But on the other hand, it was a lot less thrilling to steal pens from your home.
The shrill ring of my phone made me jump, and pulled me out of my day-dreaming. I picked it up quickly, and a sharp voice called out "Bella!"
"Hey Alice," I said into the phone. Alice's voice was loud and high, and seemed even more hyper and excited than usual.
"So guess what?!" She practically screamed into my ear. In my mind's eye, I pictured her bouncing around in her apartment, trying, and trying being the key word there, some of that never ending energy of hers. If I could bottle that up and sell it, there would be no more need for energy drinks. Just sip some Alice and you'll be good for hours.
Bella! Don't think of that in a nasty way. I repeat, DO NOT think of that in a nasty way.
"What?" I asked, when I heard her 'tut' into the phone, waiting for my answer. She better not have called me to tell me about some 'fabulous new hairstyle that would make me look like I actually cared about fashion,' as she put it. Last time she did that, she ended up talking for three hours, describing every aspect of it, and as well as the rest of the magazine she saw it in. Cover to cover.
"Well, I was having lunch with Edward today…" she began, but I interrupted her.
"Who?"
"They guy who co-founded the company with Jasper." I vaguely recalled her mentioning Edward a few times. He was the co-founder of SAILS AWAY, their yacht and luxury boat business. It had really taken off over the past year, and a lot of celebrities had gotten married on their boats.
"I think you met him at Jasper's Christmas party last year," she explained. I thought back to that party. I had drunk d one too many glasses of wine that night, and the details were pretty fuzzy. I did recall someone named Edward, but I couldn't picture him.
"Anyway, we were at lunch, and I was thinking. What if I set you two up! I mean he's single, and cute, and you're single, and…" I cut her off before she could finish.
"No Alice. I don't want to be set up with anyone. I'm having a baby, and that's a huge enough responsibility. I don't want to have a relationship with anyone right now. Besides, remember the last guy you set me up with," I said with a bite to my voice.
"Well how was I supposed to know that he was a creepy guy that thought a PhD was a pretty huge d-."
"Alice," I interrupted again, "I do not want to go out on a date right now. I need to focus on the baby, on my friends, and nothing more, got it?"
"Fine, fine, but when you get bored of living life all alone, let me know, because I'm sure I can find someone who will keep his hands to himself and actually has a job."
"Whatever Alice, it's a no. I have to go now. I'm trying to come up with a new cookie recipe for Sir Mix-a-lot."
Alice giggled at the name, even though she was the one who came up with it. She thought it was pretty damn hilarious and she laughed, every time.
"Ok, let me know when you're done, because I want to taste them! I haven't had a good cookie in a while, and my sweet tooth is starting to get skinny. And he doesn't like diets. At all," she said.
"Fine, I will," I muttered. "Good bye Alice."
"Bye Bella!" She chirped as I hung up the phone.
I glanced back at the counter, which looked like a tornado had passed through it. There were pots and pans lying around at random, three or four different batches of dough that weren't very good strewn around everywhere. Sir Mix-a-lot was next to a horrid fifth batch and I eyed it with disgust.
A sigh escaped my lips, so quiet it almost wasn't there. I began piling the pans in the sink, and throwing away the batches of cookies. I just couldn't come up with anything good today. Hopefully tomorrow some inspiration would come.
Just as I loaded the last fork into the dishwasher, a protruding knife caught my hand. "Shit," I muttered, and started breathing through my mouth. I hated blood, especially my own. There was something about the coppery, salty smell of it that made me want to gag.
I went over to the sink and let my hand run under the cool water. That was when my conversation with Alice floated back into my head. I'm having a baby, and that's a huge enough responsibility.
"Shit, what if that was the baby that got cut by the knife. It could have been hurt so bad… or died!" I muttered to myself fearfully.
Yanking my hand out from under the water, I turned off the faucet frantically. I dried my hands in record time. Thankfully it was such a shallow cut, that it stopped bleeding almost immediately.
I glanced around my apartment, my eyes sticking like glue to sharp edges, protruding objects, and anything else that could potentially harm poor Jalice.
I wasn't sure what happened, but ten minutes later everything was upturned. All the sharp objects I could find were stuffed into a trash bag. My home was in ruins.
I reached shakily for my phone, trying not to look at my pigsty of an apartment. I quickly dialed the number I had received just a week ago.
"Rosalie?" I asked when the phone was picked up. A deep, booming laugh echoed through the phone.
"Na, it's Emmett. And who is this?"
"Bella?" it came out as more of a question.
He paused for a moment then called out even louder "ROSE! Phone for you!"
"You don't have to yell, god. I'm right here." Judging by the sudden muffled sound she must have grabbed the phone from Emmett.
"Hey Bella," she said. "What's up?"
"Well… the thing is, I kind of had a freak out about the baby getting hurt… and I could use some help," I whispered, embarrassed.
"Alright, do you need me to come over?"
"Um…"
"If you have to question it, I'm coming over." She said forcefully, and demanded my address. I relayed the street that my apartment was on, along with the fastest and easiest way to get there.
"No problem I'll be over, in ten." She said, and hung up. I felt instantly better. I barely knew Rosalie, but she seemed like the type of person that almost always knew what to do; someone who would take control.
Keeping my eyes shut, I tried to make my way over to the other side of my apartment. This, however, turned out to be a very bad idea, seeing as how I was clumsy enough with my eyes open and when things weren't lying randomly all over the floor. I tripped as I took my first step, and landed face first into my couch.
Lucky I removed all the sharp objects. I got up, and continued walking, this time with my eyes wide open. I wanted to flinch at the mess. What the HELL were you thinking Bella?
I sat on a chair at my kitchen table until Rosalie arrived. She did a double take at the mess.
"Ok, I thought my house was dirty," she muttered.
"Rosalie, the baby could get hurt on anything! And I just made it worse! I need to get rid of all this furniture, and only buy really fluffy stuff with no edges, just roundness. No wait, what if the baby hits its head? Okay, so we can only get stuff that is really low to the ground, and…"
I would have continued, if Rosalie hadn't brought a hand up, and with a loud SMACK, struck me across the face.
I stared at her for a moment before speaking. "Thanks, I needed that," I finally muttered.
SMACK!
"Hey, what was that one for?" I asked.
"I'm a crazy pregnant lady too; I don't know what that one was for." We both burst out laughing, and didn't stop for a long time.
"Come on; let's get this place put back together," she finally said. And together, we began to put my apartment back into place.
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