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Johanna's cute and all but… I'm not sure what my opinion on having kids is now… She's not a very nice child. Gets it from her mom.

Okie, well, here's chapter seven. Most of this chapter was brought to you by Jimmy Eat World and 30 Seconds to Mars.

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Chapter Seven

"Bella boo?" Rosalie's groggy voice pulled me from my somewhat peaceful comatose.

As soon as I was completely conscious, I was instantly hit was an overwhelming headache. "What the fuck did you do to me?" I snarled.

She laughed. "We ate too much candy. You totally fucking passed out," I could barely make out her words through her giggle fit.

"I hate you." I began to massage my forehead.

"It was so funny," she laughed.

I heard a thump and opened my eyes to see Rosalie on the floor, still cracking up. She pounded her hand on the floor. "Stop being so loud! I feel like I have a hangover! If you continue, I can't say that I won't throw up on you," I cried, putting my palms against my ears.

She continued her wild cackling so I threw the pillow from beneath my head at her. "Oof!"

I grinned at my success and decided I would get no more sleep because Rosalie was here with me. As my body stretched after its long night of uncomfortable sleep, I frowned at the tightness in my muscles and stiffness of my joints. "I'm gonna make breakfast, Bella boo," Rosalie said, grinning at me, "What sounds good?"

I hadn't even felt my hunger until her mention of food. But as soon as she spoke, I heard the rumbling of my empty stomach. It wasn't hard to guess what sounded good to eat since my cravings were out of control. "Eggs. Just a lot of eggs and maybe some bacon. I could go for some potato salad or tomato soup and pickles…" I began to mumble at all the possible food options that made my mouth water.

Rosalie stared at me blankly. "Cereal it is!"

I laughed. "I'll cook."

She pumped her fist in the air. Rose and Emmett both had the appetite of a bear, only her body didn't show it. Emmett, on the other hand, actually looked like a bear. He was tall and had the huge muscles. From just appearance, Emmett was beyond intimidating. In reality, Emmett was just a giant teddy. His and Rose's appearances were complete opposites. Rose was statuesque with her thin frame and platinum blonde hair. She was beautiful, probably more beautiful than any human model on earth, and she knew it. Rose used her beauty to her advantage while Emmett used his muscles to get what he wanted. They both had a vast love for cars. That's probably the only thing that they really have in common. Emmett and Rose fight all the time. Rose says it's fine because, and I quote, "make up sex is better than anything else in the whole fucking world."

"I'm going to make eggs and bacon. Do you have any issues with that?" I said, my hands sliding to my hips.

She shook her head and turned back to the living room where she plopped on the couch and turned in the television. I looked around the kitchen I had spent so much time in. Between me and Charlie, there was no doubt that I had the upper hand in cooking. My small amount of culinary expertise was without doubt something I had learned over time and had nothing to do with my gene pool. The only things Charlie knew how to cook were eggs and bacon. At least I knew he had been getting his protein since I moved out. Renee wasn't much of a cook either. She preferred experimenting and making things that probably shouldn't be eaten, not even by animals.

I opened Charlie's fridge to find it properly stocked, which was a surprise. It must have been because of Sue, Charlie's new "girlfriend." The thought kind of disturbed me and I wouldn't be asking what they did behind closed doors any time soon.

The eggs had already been opened but enough remained that Rose, Charlie, Renesmee and I could eat. And if not, I'm sure Charlie could go without the grease and just eat some healthy cereal. Lord knows he needed the change in his dietary consumption.

I smiled at the familiarity of the stove as I placed a pan over one of the burners. I missed being home with Charlie. He was awkward and reserved but he was one of the greatest dads. He tried to be the best for me, and it's always been more than appreciated. It meant so much to me that he was always there for me and Renesmee. Sometimes I question who he loves more.

"Bella!" Rose whined from her spot on the couch.

"Rosalie, it's been like five minutes. If you want something to do, nicely go wake up Charlie and Renesmee. Be nice though. You frighten Charlie enough as it is." I giggled at the thought of Charlie being woken up by Rosalie. Knowing her, she'd probably lay beside him and whisper perverted things in his ear.

"You're kidding, right? I'm always nice to Charlie. He's my boo. You may not know this Bella, but I am your real mother," I heard her loud guffaws and rolled my eyes but she did remind me of the unresolved task of informing Renee of my… situation with Edward.

I knew that Renee would probably try to say things to make me go back to him. She wasn't necessarily going to take his side but Renee loved Edward. She always held him in the highest regards because of his uncanny ways of making me happy. Renee may have been erratic and irresponsible but she knew more than most did about love. She was a complete sucker for it. When she found out how much Edward and I loved each other, she did all but propose to me for him. She didn't care that we got married right out of high school, even though growing up she taught me that marriage so early was a mistake, even if you thought it was love. She told me she didn't want me to end up like her. I never thought that there was anything wrong with her. I understood that she couldn't stay with Charlie and I was fine with it when she found Phil and married him rashly. I just wanted her to be happy just like she wanted for me. That's why she would push me until I ended up back in Edward's arms. I knew I would go back to him, there was no way I could live without him but I wasn't sure when I would go. The fighting was just too much for me.

I was pulled away from my thoughts at the sound of arguing from upstairs. Rosalie had gotten herself in trouble. I chuckled and shook my head as I dished out eggs for the four of us, when I felt a tug on my shirt. I bent down to kiss Renesmee's forehead.

"Momma, I'm tired," she whined.

I laughed. "Did they wake you?"

She nodded. "Grandpa and Aunt Rosie are fighting."

"I know," I smiled.

She pouted. It was the most adorable thing I'd ever seen, it made me want to pull her in my arms and swing her back in forth as I squished her to me. I sounded like Emmett. One of her fist rubbed her eye and the other clung to her favorite stuffed animal. A wolf named Jake. After her favorite person, besides her momma and daddy. I rolled my eyes at the remembrance of Edward's reaction to the name.

"Nessie, what are you gonna name your new wolf?" I asked as she bounced on Jake's leg.

She was giggling up a storm. Edward sat stiffly beside me, he and Jacob had never been even remotely friendly towards each other. Edward obsessed over my friendship with him, saying that Jake really only wanted to steal my heart from Edward. He was always ridiculously jealous of Jacob. And Jacob wouldn't tell me why he hated Edward so much. He said "Edward is just a pretty boy and it makes me want to puke out my guts on his stupid hair."

"Jake!" she had squealed.

"Jake, stop bouncing her so she can answer me," I said, smiling.

He did and she frowned. "I wanna name him Jake, Momma."

Jacob's eyebrows quirked and a smirk slipped on his face. "Jake, huh?"

She nodded and squeezed the wolf tighter to her. "My Jakey!" she giggled as Jake continued to bounce.

Jake's eyes flicked to Edward at his next statement. "Named after the most important man in your life, huh Ness?"

I shot Jacob a look and I heard Edward's growl beside me. "No, silly, it's named after you," Renesmee giggled.

Edward smirked back at him. "That's because daddy's your number one man, right love?"

Renesmee grinned and nodded at him.

I scolded both of them after the incident. Renesmee's affection was hardly a competition.

"Momma, the timer dinged," Renesmee mumbled, sleepily.

I smiled and pulled out the cookie sheet that held the bacon from the oven. She grinned at it. Renesmee's appetite was a lot like Charlie's. Meat, meat and more meat. I spread the pieces out over the plates, giving Renesmee and Rosalie a few extra pieces of it. I set the plates on the table and then walked to the stairs.

"You have two seconds to get down here and stop arguing before I throw out your food," I called.

I heard a louder grumble then the pounding of feet as they made their way to the kitchen. "Bella, why couldn't you have invited Alice over instead?" Charlie griped.

"Rose wasn't invited…" I whispered to him.

He chuckled. Rosalie looked at us suspiciously. "What are you two talking about? Care to share with the rest of the familia?" she asked through a full mouth of eggs.

I smiled at her. "Nothing Rosie."

"Yeah, yeah." She said as she turned back to her plate.

"So, Bella, what's on your agenda today?" Charlie asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I think I'm going to call a doctor and get an appointment, then maybe take Renesmee down to see Jake and Billy in La Push for a while. Do you wanna come with?"

He nodded. His attention turned back to the paper in his hand.

"Charbear?" Rose smiled.

He warily lifted his head to meet her gaze. "What?" he muttered.

She pouted. "I thought we had plans today. Are you going to ditch me, Charlie boo?"

He turned crimson and cleared his throat uncomfortably. Renesmee frowned. "Aunt Rosie stop being mean to Grandpa."

Rose smiled sweetly at her. "I'd never be mean to Grandpa Charlie."

Renesmee slowly relaxed. I loved how protective she was of her family. "Momma, when are we going to see Jake?" she asked. The smile on her face almost made me forget all drama.

"This afternoon," I promised.

She nodded happily and continued to eat her breakfast.

"Well, I hate to leave this love fest, but I have to get to work," Rose said, standing up. She gave me a hug, kissed Renesmee's forehead and gave Charlie a peck on the lips then winked as she walked out.

"Thank God," Charlie mumbled.

I laughed. "She only does it because you react so badly."

He scratched his neck. "She makes me uncomfortable. She fits well with the McCarty boy. What's his name? Emerson?"

"Emmett," I answered.

"How did you meet them again?" he asked.

I felt my smile falter. "Emmett is Edward's best friend," I whispered.

He cleared his throat again. "Yeah, that's right. Well, they are an intimidating couple together, that's uh, what I meant."

"Yeah, they are," I sighed.

We ate in an awkward silence. Renesmee was unaware of it. She hummed as she finished her meal. "Thank you momma," she smiled.

I nodded at her. "Go get ready, angel," I told her.

She grinned and gracefully skipped up the stairs. "Sorry 'bout earlier, Bells."

I shook my head and put a small smile on my face. "S'okay dad. I'm fine."

I rose from my seat and put my barely eaten eggs in the sink with Rose's dishes and Renesmee's. "Bella, you don't have to hide what you are feeling from me. I mean, I know I'm not that good with, uh, the emotional stuff and I'm not the first person you want to talk about this with but uh, I'm here if you want to talk. I love ya kid. I just want you to be happy," he mumbled, uneasily.

I smiled and blushed. "That means a lot dad. Thank you. I love you, too."

He cleared his throat again and scratched the back of his neck. "Well, I'll leave you to make your call and we'll head over to Billy's. I know Jake misses you. You don't see the kid as much as you should, Bells. You just take some more time to go visit him," Charlie said.

I knew he was right. Jake had been my best friend since I had moved to Forks during my junior year of high school. He knew everything about me. He made it impossible to hide anything from him. Jake was could be the most annoying person I'd ever met in my life but he could also be the sweetest. He was always there for me when times got rough like my fights with Edward or when I crashed his motorcycle and had to get stitches. He was wild and tamed, it just depended on which side of him he should you.

*

I didn't know how to make the call. I hadn't done it before. I was too overwhelmed at the thought that I could possibly be pregnant. Edward had made all the arrangements and the appointments. He'd done most of the shopping and he'd held my hair when I had morning sickness. He was the perfect companion for the uncomfortable nine months that in turn gave us the greatest give imaginable.

I stared at the phone in hand. I had two options.

Option one: call Carlisle and see if he could recommend a doctor and see if he could set me up an appointment.

Result: feel guilty for practically backstabbing Edward and starting the pregnancy preparations behind his back.

Option two: call Edward and reason with him. Ask him nicely to call and schedule for me.

Result: feel insecure about having to ask for help and probably go back to him right away.

I nodded and decided to go with the newest option. Option three.

Call myself and stumble awkwardly through setting everything up. I could let Edward know everything later. I would make sure he knew about the appointment… somehow.

What a wimp, my mind rumbled.

So what, another part sided.

I ignored them both and dialed the number of Forks Community Hospital, asked for the OB-GYN clinic and set up the first appointment of my pregnancy for the end of the week.

I could help the unease that spread through my skin like a wildfire. The only thing I could think about was how I felt like I was betraying Edward but I quickly pushed that away and got up to dress for the day. Today would be a new day, a better day.

I hoped.

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Fictions I'm Reading:

My Brother's Best Friend by jennlynnfs

Controlled Burn by staceygirl aka jackbauer

These both are really good. I usually only read "M" fanficions but stacygirl's is a "T." She is one of the few "T" authors I love.

Sorry this update was late. The next one shouldn't be… unless this god-fucking-awful snow storm starts up again. We have two feet of snow and six feet long icicles! This is why I hate living in the MidWest.