** Updated as of 12-27-10 **

~So, since the last couple chapters have been really awful for Bella I decided to write something fluffy for her :P She needs a little more happiness right now. I think this is funny and sweet :P Hopefully you like it and think so too :P Please R&R and let me know.

And I don't know if any of you are Buffy fans, but the chapter title is a little something from Buffy :P In 'Once More With Feeling' (The musical episode) Willow isn't really a singer, but when she does . . . Hers are so funny. Something along the lines of "I think that this line's mostly filler." :P I love it! If you haven't seen it, you should. It's amazing.

Enjoy!~

Chapter Nine - I Think This Chapter's Mostly Filler

Something loud woke me up the next morning, and sitting up, I knew that whoever had done that was about to get it. Coming home from Charlie's last night had been a great pity party indeed. In fact it even included complimentary sympathetic Cullen looks thrown in for good measure.

Although, you had to hand it to Esme for trying. I was embraced in a tight Emmett feeling hug the minute I stepped through the door. It was nice to know she cared. That at least one of my parental figures did.

She tried to make me see the positives by telling me how everything would be a lot easier now. I wouldn't have to explain the weirdly quick pregnancy, or my lengthy absence in Alaska, which is one less thing I had to deal with.

"A clean break is good," she had told me.

I appreciated the effort, really I did, but it didn't do much good. After a minute Edward took me up to our room and held me while I cried. I never wanted things to end on bad terms with my parents, but there wasn't really anything I could do about it.

Sleeping on it, I decided that I would try and think positive. Was it really better to end on good terms and then feel like a jerk later? Maybe this was for the best.

So, after a minute of sitting in the gloomy fog of light that was Forks, I became aware of one crucial thing. There was a severely funky smell wafting through this room. I opened the door to investigate, following the smell down the hallway and onto the stairs. By the time I reached the last step I realized what it was. Something was burning!

I ran straight for the kitchen in utter panic. When the entrance loomed into view I stopped short in surprise. Inching forward to get a closer look, the most absurd sight stood before me.

On the floor, and covered in what I assumed was flour, because it was either that or a lot of cocaine . . . were my husband and sister-in-law.

"Jeez Edward, I told you I had it."

"Alice. I was closer. Why couldn't you just let me catch it?"

"I told you already. Now, get off me."

Ah, that was it. I must've heard them crash into each other from upstairs and woken up. But, what were they doing in here?

"Would you mind explaining to me what you two are doing?"

They were both startled into silence at my question. Apparently, they were too busy arguing to hear my approach. Taking a moment to survey the kitchen, the extent of the damage was very clear.

The once beautifully crafted marble countertops were invisible under their sea of mess. Bowls, dishes, egg shells, and some kind of pale looking batter, littered the areas.

"Alice, Edward . . . Why are you guys cooking," I asked, with shock. That was one of the most ludicrous ideas. A vampire cooking . . . anything? Ha.

If it was possible Edward appeared even more mortified, while Alice threw me a sheepish grin instead.

"We wanted to make you breakfast. Sort of a 'sorry your parents are being so awful, but congratulations on the baby' kind of meal. "

"Seriously?"

The fact that Alice of all people would take the chance of sullying her clothes to cook something she can't even eat, for me, was such a huge thing. Before I knew it my eyes were watering with love and gratitude. Sure, I was being a little over emotional, but it was because of the stupid hormones.

Edward was by my side in less than two seconds. Right then was one of those moments I was ecstatic that he was my husband. Embracing me in a hug, he always, without fail, brightened up my day.

"What're you making exactly," I sniffled out a little pathetically, after calming down.

"Well," Edward kissed the tip of my nose before continuing. "We figured something with directions was best, because tasting for seasoning or whatever wouldn't be a problem."

"Very logical," I urged him on with a smile.

"Of course Alice wanted to do something extravagant. Eggs Benedict I believe."

I couldn't even help but giggle at that.

"Too many components though," she jumped in. "You have your back turned for one minute and everything could get ruined. The eggs, the sauce . . . Would be unfixable." She seemed disappointed in admitting defeat.

"That's alright," I tried to console her. "I don't need all that. You've seen my choice for cereals in the morning. Easy peasy."

"Exactly." She was instantly very passionate. "You need some real food once in a while, Bella. Especially since my little niece or nephew is in there. You will feed your baby."

"What did you choose?" I would ignore Alice's comment on my nourishment.

I ate just fine. After all, who was she to talk about variety? What of her eating habits? Okay, maybe not the same thing.

"Pancakes," she squealed, in excitement. Gosh, did she seem bipolar sometimes, or what? You had to love her.

"Pancakes are awesome. Where are they?"

Alice pointed to the island in the middle of the room. There, on a pedestal of sorts, sat two of the craziest looking pancakes I'd ever seen. Next to them was a glass of milk, butter and syrup, and a glass of orange juice with some ice, just the way I liked it. The main course might not look, or taste, all that appetizing, but it really was the thought that counts.

I guess the look on my face told her something negative though, because she had this downtrodden expression plastered on her face. I couldn't even stand it.

"You don't have to eat them if you don't want to. There's cereal in the cabinet."

How could I possibly say no to that? Careful not to trip, while avoiding the floor gunk, I made my way over to the island. Snatching my breakfast away, I walked over to the kitchen table and sat down.

"Don't be silly, Alice. I can't pass this up."

I began piling condiments onto my meal while Edward chuckled quietly from behind me. He was laughing, so at least he wasn't hurt by my hesitation. I turned around trying to find his face when something caught my eye.

"Why are there pancakes on the ceiling?"

"We were having a flip the flap jack contest," Edward told me with a mischievous grin. "To see who could flip the highest. Clearly, not such a good idea."

A lighthearted giggle was my only response.

"You really don't have to eat that, love. We'll understand."

"Hush," I mumbled.

Diving right in and taking a bite, they both awaited my answer patiently. Now, by no means did this look any good, but to my surprise it was absolutely . . . "Wonderful."

"Really," they asked, clearly as shocked as I was, in perfect unison.

"I'm just as surprised. No offense guys. But yeah, these freaking rock."

By the time I was finished I had already watched my two best friends argue, and almost slip during the clean up, but it had gotten done in no time. The only thing that took them a bit longer was getting the dried cakes off the ceiling. There were a lot of them.

A new fit of giggles came forth remembering the image of them on the floor tangled in each other. I tried to picture Edward putting the batter together, and flipping the pancakes in triumph, only to be thwarted by that dastardly ceiling.

"Oh my gosh, I would've loved to see you in that contest, Edward. Where is a video camera when you need one?"

"I knew you would," Alice answered, jumping up and down in delight. "This is why I used my handy-dandy camera phone."

"Alice," came Edward's warning tone. "You better not have."

Without even waiting for her to say something a pursuit ensued. He began chasing her around the room while her dancer like form sprinted quickly ahead of him. Before he could catch up, the phone was tossed into my hands.

"Bella," he dragged out my name in a pleading voice.

"Oh come on, Edward, I want to watch it. Plus, you wouldn't do anything, like trying to take the phone away from me . . . that could potentially hurt me, or the baby, right?" That was a sneaky thing to say, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Of course not," he sighed in defeat. He knew his strength.

I jumped up, hugging him around the neck for minute. Kissing him lightly on the temple, I turned away from him, and began playing the video. Such priceless entertainment. YouTube anyone? In the middle of our playback, I heard Edward's phone ring from inside his pocket. I pressed pause on the video so he could answer it. Who could be calling at this hour?

~So, there you go :P Edward and Alice made Bella breakfast :P I would love to see Alice's phone video … that would be epic. Lol. What did you think? Funny? Not so much? Who is calling Edward? Whatever you think … please let me know :P I crave the reviews. They make me so happy :P Thanks so much reading!~