I thought for a few minutes about how to answer his question. I could A) tell him the truth or B) give him a version of the truth that didn't make his sister look like a total bitch. Now what you have to understand about Alice is that she is a product of her raising. You see the Cullens have more money than God. I knew this going into this relationship. Edward had been so sweet in the being trying to bring me out of my shell. He would take me to all these fancy restaurants and buy me jewelry. I finally put the kibosh on that fast and explained to him that I didn't need those things. All I needed was him. He eased up a little, but still had to buy me things to make himself feel better. I just smiled when he brought them home and wore them when we went to his parent's house. Alice was the oldest sibling and felt she needed to dictate Edward and Emmett's lives. She had given birth to three children and you couldn't tell by her figure. She was small and even when she was pregnant you really couldn't tell until the end. Rose, Emmett's wife who is currently pregnant, didn't really need any school because she came from money, also. She was six month pregnant and barely had a baby bump. She was tall, blonde and beautiful. I on the other hand hadn't come from money and was a bit on the curvy side. My daddy was the sheriff and my mama just flitted from one great rich scheme to another. Anyway Alice had made a statement about my weight the other night and it had upset me. Usually I can just ignore it but for some reason I have been very emotional lately. I think I know why.
"Babe, answer me. What were you gonnna say about Alice?" Edward brought me out of my musings.
"Well, the other night at dinner she kinda said something about me getting fat and that not being socially acceptable. She said I needed to lose weight or you were gonna find someone else," I trailed off unsure of how I had let her get to me.
"She said what. Are you fucking kidding me? Why didn't you come to me when she said that shit? Why would you let her get away with that? You know good and damn well you are it for me. I love the way your body looks. I love how you fill out your jeans and the way you look under me when fucking you. But do you know what I love the most," he stopped and lifted my chin so he could look in my eyes, I just shook my head.
"Well, what I love the most is when I am eating the sweetest pussy in the world or when I am going balls deep, I have something to hold on to without feeling like I am gonna break you in two. I love everything about you. DO NOT let my stuck up sister fuck with you. I will deal with her. Just because Jasper likes fucking a twig doesn't give her the right to tell you how to look. Society can kiss my ass. You are mine not their's. They don't need to look at you anyway," he was rambling so I silenced him with my lips. We kissed feverishly until we had to breathe.
"Thank you baby. You always know what to say to make me feel better. I don't know why I let her get to me. I just have been so emotional lately. I don't know what's going on. I mean I'm late and I have gained a few pounds. I don't think we have changed out eating habits but I cant seem to fit into my clothes just right anymore," now I was rambling. He took a move out of my play book and kissed me stupid.
Now we was sitting there in front of our house in the front seat of his truck with out foreheads together trying to catch our breathe.
I look into his eyes and realize he looks scared. I wonder if he is going to admit what he has done. I mean I have nothing against having children. I really want to have Edward's babies but the ideas of childbirth and miscarriages have held me back so far. He probably did the best thing by change the pills because I don't think I would have had the nerve to do it myself. Hopefully I was pregnant and everything would be okay and this would be the first of many children we would have together.
"Edward, what is it your pale as a ghost?" I hedge him.
"Well, I have something to say and I don't want you to get mad. I mean I know you are gonna get mad, but I just thought that we were ready and I know you say you aren't ready. Well you said tonight you are ready but before you were just scared," I silence him by putting a finger to his lips.
"Edward, your rambling," I said trying really hard not to laugh.
"I changed your pills," he whispered.
"I figured that out this morning. I noticed they looked different," I said with a giggle.
"You aren't mad," he blinks at me in disbelief.
"No, you're right. I was scared and I would have never had the nerve to stop taking them, so I can't really be too mad. I think you might have already bred me though," I say and before the words are out of my mouth we are on our way to Wal-Mart. I laugh and he smiles. Maybe this won't be too bad. It certainly will be a better way to remember tonight instead of remembering my mother's words. I don't know why I even try with her. I think tonight was the last straw. I will not subject my children to her insanity.
We pull into the parking lot practically on two wheels and Edward is dragging me in the store. We leave with six tests because we can't figure out which is the best. We also bought some water for me to drink because obviously I have to pee on six sticks tonight. Fingers crossed for a positive, but if not this breeding things is kind of fun.
