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AN: Happy Monday! This is set nearly a year after chapter 1


BPOV

We've finally figured out a routine that keeps all three of us happy. Wow, never thought I'd say that about a relationship, all three of us, how very modern snort. Monday and Tuesday you're hers, by Wednesday you need a pick me up so you fall in to my bed and climb in between my legs and burrow further in to my heart, Thursday is family night for you (I wonder what your mother and father would think of me), Friday and Saturday are the days you take me out and show me off and then Sunday it's just you and the kids while your loving wife visits her sister for "girl time".

So today is Monday and my phone is beep, beep, beeping with her nasty comments and snide remarks. A few stolen moments is all that we share, you've got your family and they need you there and I've learnt to live with being last on your list. I don't read her messages any more, delete is my automatic response now, so automatic that I missed 3 messages from my own mother last week.

I no longer sit and wait for you on the days I know you won't be here, Monday night is usually the night I go to the gym with Rose but last week she kept trying to push this guy on me and after my 10th no she lost her patience with me and drove off without me so I'm kind of avoiding her right now. I've already explained 5,268,358.61 times that you're all I want and need and I'm saving all my love for you. I didn't actually tell Rose I wasn't going tonight, maybe some of these deleted messages are form her, still I know better than to read any of them just in case it's your wife. Her words are mean and sharp.

My phone buzzes in my hand alerting me to an incoming call and because I'm staring at my phone like it's about to give up the secret to life I just about die due to an aneurysm. It's Rose and by the way my phone rings she sounds pissed, of course that could just be my over active imagination.

"Hi Rose, what's shakin' bacon?" I try for light and airy but as it turns out my imagination isn't so overactive after all. She's pissed, ugh.

"Don't 'Hi Rose' me, you inconsiderate bitch. I've been standing outside this gym freezing my butt off waiting for you, which is the only reason I come to the god damn gym in the first place, and you don't even have the decency to show up!" Her voice has reached nuclear disaster level so to avoid bleeding from my ears I put my phone on the coffee table and press the speaker phone button.

"I'm real sorry Rosie, I should have called I'm just not in a 'pimp Bella off to any un-married guy so she can stop being a total skank' mood tonight." Ok so maybe my tone gets a little bit of an attitude towards the end there, whatever. After a few seconds of heated silence we both sigh dramatically and then bust in to laughter at our own melodrama.

"Shit Bells I'm sorry, you're personal life is none of my business and if you want to boink a married guy who am I to judge? Just know that if it goes tits up I get to tell you I told you so while I help you eat everything." I smile at my best friend even though she can't see me,

"Thanks Rosie, wanna come over and watch me eat carbs?" she agrees and I'm back to ignoring my phone.

In the early stages, when the guilt used to make me feel sick you used to tell me we'd run away together, I knew that wasn't true and you were only saying it to make me feel better. But deep down I hoped it was true. I was stupid and naive; it's not very easy living all alone. My friends try and tell me to find a man of my own but I just break down and cry coz I'd rather be home feeling blue than loving another.

Now whenever I'm feeling lonely instead of made up words and empty promises you buy me jewelry and clothes and other trinkets. Sometimes it cheers me up, sometimes it makes me feel like your whore and then on the odd occasion it makes me feel like her. We both own the same diamond necklace with matching earrings, did you know? Was it an accident or did you purposely buy us the same thing? Maybe they were on offer and you bought them at the same time, you know a buy one get one free kinda thing. I bet the advert ran, "one for your wife and one for your mistress so you'll never have to sleep on the couch again!" or maybe not. I gave them to my mother for her birthday last month, she really liked them.

She has no idea that the man in my life is married, is you, and I'm going to keep it that way. I'm just lucky she lives on the other side of the country and can't visit easily or we'd be in trouble, well I'd be in trouble. I don't think you've ever been in that kind of trouble you're entire life.

Illegal trouble, oh boy, have you had you're fair share of that. Half my damn flat is filled with stuff that's "fallen off a lorry" I hope the cops never come looking for you hear because they'd find more than they bargained for. My poor old Dad'll be rollin' in his grave, his baby girl shackin' up with a criminal. Now I sound like I'm in some sort of gangster film, I need wine before I start trying to impersonate the godfather.

I'm on my second glass, I may have guzzled the first, when Rose kicks my door in with all the subtlety of a crazed Jackie Chan wannabe and just about gives me a heart attack but I forgive her coz she brought pizza. We both dive right in, me to pizza and her to the wine, when we hear a key in the lock. I start freaking out because my two worlds, you and my friends, have never collided before and I don't know how the fuck to deal with it.

Rosie and I have a slice of pizza in our mouths when you stride in through the front door, all cock sure and cream in my panties hot, and we must look like morons because we just stare and stare and stare until finally you can't keep it in anymore and you start laughing.

"Oh my god, you both look like I just caught you doin' something you shouldn't have been. Damn baby, you gonna swallow that?" My brain decides to connect with my body again and I manage to swallow my pizza, Rose is having no such luck so I clear my throat and say,

"I thought it was Monday?" Real smooth Bella. But my inner chiding fades away when a serious look falls on to your face and my stomach tightens and my lungs forget how to exhale and my heart skips beats.

"I've got some news sweetheart," He turns his gaze to Rose, "Could we have some privacy sugar?" I'm still stuck staring at him so Rose has to shake me to get my attention,

"Will you be ok Bells? I can stay if you like." I love my best friend so much, always the protector. I lick my dry lips and manage to croak out that I'm fine and that I'll call her later. Rose gathers her things, which makes me take back the part about me loving her because she takes the wine and the pizza and I have a feeling I'll need both, and then we're alone.

You pull me in close, your nose buried in my neck, and you breathe in deep. Your whole body feels tense and it's making me nervous.

"Edward, what's goin' on?" I don't really want to know, I'm a 'bury your head in the sand' kinda girl, but I have no brain to mouth filter so I have frequent bouts of word vomit. It can get messy. You sigh and pull back to look in my eyes. You cup my face in your hands and your thumbs stroke my cheeks and I want to scream at you to just spit it out coz you're driving me crazy.

"I rushed over to tell you so you wouldn't read about it; apparently she's sent you a text." You seem annoyed and a little surprised at this, maybe you didn't know that she'd been texting me this whole time, go figure. And then you drop the bomb,

"Alice is pregnant."