BPOV

The weekend… It's usually my favorite time of the week. A time where--granted I don't have classes or work--I can relax. It's a time where I can stay cooped up in my apartment and read or watch TV and eat junk food. Thanks to Edward, it had all changed. By promising his mother that he and his brother would come for a visit with their girlfriends for the weekend, Edward had given the weekend a new definition. I'd fought tooth and nail to get him to change his mind, even using work as an excuse but somehow Edward had gotten Mrs. Baker to let me off for the weekend after somehow convincing me to quit my new job at the diner. The boy was magical…

So, what's my new definition of the weekend? Considering where I am at the moment, it's a little something like this: sitting in a car much too expensive to be owned by anyone, much less a college student, with your boyfriend and roommate and said roommates boyfriend who also happens to be your boyfriends brother make out in the backseat all while you're sitting in the passenger seat of said expensive car thinking about how much of a whore your boyfriends parents are going to think you are thus forbidding you to spend time with their son, leaving you to care for your child all alone. I. Was. In. Hell…

Ok, maybe I'm being a little melodramatic.

I knew this weekend wouldn't really be hellish, but it still didn't mean it was something I was looking forward to. In order to figure out what I would be met with today I'd asked Rosalie last night what Edward's parents were like, being that she and Emmett had been together for two years, she'd already met them.

"His mom is really nice. She has this Martha Stewart kind of thing going for her but it's not OCD-ish. She makes you feel at home whenever you go there and her cooking is amazing. She only does it when she has family over though. Otherwise the cook does it," she had told me as we packed.

"There's a cook?"

"What?"

"You said cook. What do you mean cook?"

"What are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about?" I'd asked in confusion. "His father is really nice too," she had said out of the blue.

"What the hell is wrong with you Rose?"

"Finish packing," Rosalie had ordered as she walked out of my room without a backwards glance. I seriously worried about her sometimes…

"So are you excited about meeting my folks, Bells?" Emmett had finally stopped trying to suck off Rosalie's face and was resting his head against the back of my seat. He tousled my hair and I moved my head away from him before he could ruin the semi-nice style I had.

"Well I don't think it's going to be the highlight of my weekend, Emmett. No offense to your parents though. I'm just not expecting them to like me very much." Of course, whose parents would like someone who was making them grandparents so early?

"Oh please, they're pretty much gonna love you. I'll bet they're going to even think you're too good for Eddie."

"Edward," Edward murmured beside me. Emmett ignored it. I smiled a genuine smile at Emmett. His words had given me some hope that Edward's parents wouldn't absolutely detest me. "Thanks Emmett."

"Thanks who?" he asked with a big grin. I laughed and opened my mouth to answer him but got cut off by Rose. "You don't have to respond to his idiocy, Bella," she said rolling her eyes. I could tell she was trying to fight off a smirk though.

"She's right Bella. Just ignore him," Edward added. I ignored them both instead and turned to Emmett. "Thanks Uncle Emmett, oh great one who hath given me a child," I said as serious as I could. Rosalie and Emmett chuckled as Emmett leaned back in his seat with a victorious grin. I couldn't help but to laugh too.

Emmett hadn't known about the baby or Edward's and my relationship until recently--recently meaning this morning--and since he'd found out, he insisted on Edward and I referring to him as that ridiculous title. I thought it was hilarious that he thought he was the one responsible for my pregnancy even if he had nothing to do with the actual process of making the baby. He figured that since he had been the one to convince Edward to follow me into the room that night at the party that he deserved all the props… not us, the actual parents of the child. I didn't mind humoring him though.

"We should be to my parents' house in about five minutes, love," Edward said from beside me. I glanced over at him and he looked…nervous? It shocked me that he would be the nervous one since he had been constantly trying to convince me that I would be loved by his parents. "Are you alright Edward?" I asked. He just nodded and avoided my gaze. Something was up…

I decided for the time being to ignore it and looked out the window as we passed houses. It seemed like the further down the street we got, the bigger the houses looked. And when I say big, I mean HUGE! After about a minute, we started to slow and Edward turned the car into a driveway… of the biggest house in the neighborhood. "We're here," he said with a feeble smile.

I looked ay him with my mouth agape. "We're where?" He swallowed loudly. "Um, this is my parents' house?" I looked at the house. This thing was my childhood home times seven. Four stories, super wide with lots of space--about four houses worth of space between it and the next house--and it looked Victorian styled. More than that, it looked expensive.

"This is where you grew up?!" I asked motioning to the house that looked like it could hold a small village comfortably. This was when Emmett and Rose decided it was time for them to leave the car. They both got out and Emmett motioned for Edward to open the trunk so he could take out his and Rosalie's luggage. "Well not only me, my brother and sister too."

"Oh don't be a smartass," I said in frustration as I got out of the car and slammed the door, ignoring Edward calling me. "Open the trunk Edward," I told him when he got out of the car. "What do you mean?"

"I mean open the trunk! I want my things so I can go home. I'm gonna take the bus or something, if I can find one."

"What? Why? We just got here!"

"When were you going to tell me, Edward? Were you ever going to tell me?"

"I was…I just--"

"You just what? You just wanted to wait for me to pull out the last strand of my hair from stressing over the fact that we have to take care of a baby on a college student's income?! You couldn't just tell me I didn't need to worry?!"

"I did!"

"You never told me why! You never said 'Bella, its fine. You don't need to stress and find a second job to take care of our baby. I'm filthy stinking RICH'!"

"You're being ridiculous, Bella!"

"I'm being ridiculous?! You can't be serious Edward!"

"Ah, you can just see the love…" I heard from behind me. Edward and I turned to see Emmett standing in the doorway with a woman who looked to be in her very early forties. She had pale skin, honey hair and a sweet smile. The smile was something I noticed right away because it surprised me how she would be smiling even though I was arguing with her son in her front yard for all to see.

She stepped out of the doorway and walked to Edward's car to embrace him. "Hey Mom," he said. He hugged her back and when they released each other, she came over to me. "You must be Bella. I'm Esme." She wrapped her arms around me and I hesitantly hugged back.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house calling over her shoulder for Edward to get our bags. "I've been waiting for what seems like forever for Edward to bring you over, but it seems like he just wants to keep you to himself." Esme gave Edward a pointed look when she said this. Edward came beside her and grabbed my other hand. "See," he whispered in my ear, "I told you there was nothing to worry about." How could he say that? I'd only met his mother!

"You're very beautiful you know, Bella. Your name fits you perfectly and the pregnancy has you simply glowing," Esme said to me. And… there it is. Cue infamous blush. "Um, thank you."

She let go of my hand and led me and Edward to a dining room. It looked really elegant and seemed like one of those rooms people had in their houses just for looking at, not sitting in. Including Emmett and Rosalie, there were only four people sitting at the table. A small pixie like woman and a middle aged blond man were the other two. Esme went to sit next to the man, who I assumed was Edward's father.

Edward led me to a seat and pulled the chair out for me before sitting down next to me. "This is my sister Alice," he said pointing to the pixie woman. "Hi," she said cheerily, practically jumping across the table to shake my hand. How could so much perk fit into such a little body?

"I'm really glad someone finally caught my brother's eye. I was starting to think he was gay." Edward rolled his eyes at her as Esme chastised her for her language. Alice just laughed it off and stuck her tongue out at Edward. "So what got you two together? I love romantic stories?" I shot Edward a look as to say 'How the hell could you tell your parents and not your sister?' He ignored my look.

"And this," Edward said pointing to his dad, "is my father and role model. He's the person I look up to the most."

"I'm Carlisle," he said politely since I was sitting too far to shake his hand. I smiled. "Why didn't I get an introduction like that?" Alice piped.

"Because you don't matter as much as Dad," Emmett said.

"Because you don't matter as much as Dad," she mimicked. I laughed at their bickering. "This is exactly why I didn't want you to meet my family," Edward said with a smile. Despite his words, I could tell he loved his family immensely.

"So Bella, we're going to be starting dinner soon. We're waiting on one more person," Esme told me.

"Yea," Alice said, "I'm going to introduce the family to my new boyfriend. I figured tonight would be the night since Edward was bringing someone over too. He's going to be staying the weekend as well."

"Oh, nice," I said, happy to know why there was another plate setting. Just then the doorbell rang and Alice sprang from her seat. "I've got it Parker!" she said.

"Who's Parker?" I asked Edward. "The butler." Why am I not surprised…

I looked around the table at Edward's family, happy that they had accepted me so easily. They seemed like really nice people and I felt foolish for thinking they would hate me. I decided then that this weekend would be a good one.

"So everyone," Alice said come back from the door, "this is my boyfriend." I turned around with the rest of the family and sighed when I saw who it was. My spirits sank even more when I saw the recognition settle onto his features indicating he had noticed me too. "Um, hey Bells." So much for this being a good weekend.

"Hi Jasper."

Alice's excited smile dropped quickly and she looked from me to Jasper and back again. "You two know each other?" I nodded as Jasper waved to Rose. She waved back and Alice's features were clouded with confusion. "You know him too?"

"Mhmm," Rosalie said.

"What the hell is--"

"Language, Alice," Esme said.

"--Heck is going on? Anyone else here know him?!"

"Hello again Jasper," Edward said awkwardly from his seat. Jasper just glared at him, most likely still upset about him being responsible for my pregnancy.

"You're kidding!" Alice yelled. "Do you already know my boyfriend too, Mom? How about you Dad?" They both shook their heads. They knew better than to laugh at their daughter's confusion, but I could still see the amusement in each of their eyes. "You didn't ask me Ali," Emmett said, "but for the record, I don't know him."

Alice shook her head as if trying to clear it and grabbed Jasper's hand to lead him to their seats. Esme looked around awkwardly. You could cut the tension with a knife. All was quiet and the only sounds that could be heard was our breathing. Alice was staring daggers at me, probably having a million scenarios in her mind about how I could possibly know Jasper-- one of them probably involving me and Jasper in a relationship. Can you say yuck?

"Well, I'm thinking maybe we should start dinner," Esme said breaking the silence. She turned to look at a corner of the room and I let my eyes follow, noticing there was a man standing in the corner. I was guessing this was Parker. "Could you please tell them we're ready?" she told him.

A couple of minutes later, the table was full of food and I was salivating. Right now, I could care less about how much Jasper hated Edward or how suspicious Alice was of me. I. wanted. Food.

Our plates were stacked and we were all eating in silence. Very, very awkward silence. Soon enough, Alice made it even more awkward. "So, um, Bella," she said. The entire table turned to look at me; at the worst possible time may I add. I had a just put about two forkfuls of spaghetti in my mouth and I was pretty sure there was a noodle or two sticking out of my mouth. Great image, right?

It took me about 50 seconds to chew all that food. "Yes?" I asked. "How exactly do you know my Jazzy?" She took a small bite of her own food and looked at me, waiting for the answer. I smirked at the nickname. "Well, Alice, your Jazzy as you put it just so happens to be my stepbrother. We grew up together."

I don't think I've ever seen anyone besides me blush that red before. It made me feel good. I smiled smugly at her. "Well," she cleared her throat, "I'm sorry about earlier then."

"No problem."

She turned to Edward ad Rose. "And what about you two?"

"I'm Bella's roommate and Jasper kinda lives at our house, so I have to know him," Rosalie said. Edward simply shrugged and pointed to me. Dinner was quiet the rest of the night with occasional small talk until the wine came. Alice watched me when I politely refused. "Oh c'mon Bella. Its just wine," she said.

"Well, I'm not drinking right now is all."

"Along with that comment and the way you've been eating all night, I'd think you were pregnant." She laughed, looking around confused when no one joined in. Jasper's jaw tensed and he dropped his fork and got up from the table. "I need to be excused," he said.

Alice put two and two together. "I'm always the last one to know things…"

"This isn't about you Alice," Edward said. He knew how I felt about Jasper being upset with me considering he was the person I was closest with in my family. "You alright, Bella?"

I nodded, but contradicted myself when the tears started. Edward told the family goodnight and led me upstairs to a room. According to all the awards and pictures, this was his old room. I sat down on the black couch and wiped my tears. "Wanna talk about it?"

I sniffed. "I hate that he won't talk to me! It's been two weeks since he found out about the baby and it just sucks! If I can't depend on my brother to help me out when I need him most then who can I count on?"

"You have me Bella."

"I know that Edward. I know I have you, but I can't stand for him to be disappointed in me." Edward had been about to say something but someone knocked on the door. "Come in."

Jasper poked his head in and asked to speak to me. Edward kissed my forehead and left Jasper and I alone. I looked up at him with my sad eyes and waited for him to speak.

"You hurt me." Well that wasn't what I had been expecting…

"I hurt you? And how is that Mr. I-don't-care-about-my-sister's-feelings-enough-to-support-her-in-her-time-of-need?"

"Don't start with the name calling Ms. I-cant-tell-my-brother-I'm-fucking-pregnant!"

"I was scared!"

"Of what?!"

"This! That you would do this, Jasper! You walked out on me in my time of need."

"Well maybe if I knew there was a time of need I would've done something!"

"Whatever Jazz. Just go back to ignoring me please. I don't need the stress." He sighed and sat down next to me. "Look Bella, I didn't come to argue with you. I came to say I'm sorry and that I need you to forgive me, because I did something."

"I'm sorry too Jazz. And of course I'll forgive you. What did you do?"

"Just listen before you get mad. I was angry at you and hurt, ok?"

"Alright Jasper. I already told you that I don't care what it is. Now what is it?" He took a deep breath.

"I told Renée."

Oh em gee! Jazzy what have you done?! I know I told some of you guys I was gonna update on the 22nd, but I couldn't wait! Hope you loved it.

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