Chapter eleven
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Bella's POV
I was startled awake in the morning with a nauseous feeling so putrid I barely made it to the bathroom. As I retched in the toilet, Edward, my personal angel, was there holding my hair back. I dropped back weakly against the tub after my dinner, lunch, and breakfast was floating safely in the toilet. "Feel better?" Edward's tone was strained. He looked aghast and his eyes were alight with concern.
"I'll be better once I shower and brush my teeth," I whispered. He nodded and left the room. When I turned to get into the shower, I saw the mannequin standing there with my clothes on it. I groaned, Alice had obviously meant what she said.
The shower was now my personal haven. It soothed me and loosened all the tight muscles in my back. I sighed, it felt so good, having all that tightness disappear in a flash of warmth, leaving my skin tingling. After my shower, I decided to try out that anti-stretch mark lotion. (Yes that is real) it smelled really good, like flowers, or a grass of some sort.
After getting on my clothes and pulling a brush through my hair, I ran downstairs. Edward was in the kitchen with a hot pink apron on that said 'I would cook if I could find the can opener'. There was a blackened pile of mush at the bottom of the pan. I curiously asked, "What are you making?"
He snaked his arms around my ever growing waist and said, "I attempted to make pancakes, but I obviously did something wrong." His eyes became troubled.
"Its fine, I don't feel like eating anyways." He raised an eyebrow at me. I just shrugged indifferently and walked into the living room. I sat down at the piano bench and patted it. Edward just grinned and came over by me and started to play. First he played the sweet tune of my lullaby only to switch to the wondrous tetra chords of Esme's favorite. Then he started on a new tune, one very unfamiliar. It had an undertone of my lullaby, but it was more advanced and breath-takingly beautiful. As I listened, I fingered the necklace that had the names of my children embalmed on it. I stroked it, and ran a finger over the names.
Suddenly it dawned on me; the song was for our daughters. "They'll love it," I whispered. The music swelled to a close. I looked up to find his exquisite an inch away from mine. He pressed his lips to mine. The cold, sweet scent that hung around him now filled my mouth. I wanted more. I pressed myself firmly against him, running my hands along his chest. He stopped, and I groaned in protest. "Later, love, later. We don't want anyone running in on us now do we?" he whispered against my lips.
"Who cares?" I breathed.
"Not now," he replied.
"Why isn't now as good as any other time?" I asked my face flushed. "You don't want me anymore." I whispered.
"I do to want you! Bella, think it through, you're pregnant and you're all hormonal. It'll be better if you wait until they're born, that way no complications or anything. Okay?" I whimpered and tears spilled over onto my cheeks. "No, not the crying thing..." he began.
"I find out my husband doesn't love me and you tell me not to do the crying thing!?" I was growing hysterical, "I am perfectly entitled to do the crying thing Edward!" I turned and stormed up the stairs, a crying mess.
Edward's POV
I stared at Bella's retreating figure, trying to figure out what I said.
"Yesh, Edward, what did you say?" Alice said coming down the stairs grinning hugely. I just growled at her. I would obviously have to do something about her.
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