I feel the sudden need to remind the lovely readers that this is fiction. FICTION. As in, no real. Fake. Made-up. So abruptly are those reviews getting to me, the ones that showed so much angst to what I've been writing.

And if the reminder seems necessary... I know what your going through! Or went through!

My sister was pregnant as 14, had her baby at 15, is now 16. I've watched the adorable little dude grow up, I've watched my sister fuck up. Having a baby as a teenager is no walk in the park, and I know that. I don't want to hurt anyone.

And here is the product of my ramble.

BPOV

I always hated fighting with Edward because it was always so pathetic of what we fought over. But shit happens. And this was a lot of shit for us. We weren't usual ones for fighting but sometimes something would come across that would push at our control. But I did nothing wrong. Sure I should be accepting of other's generosity, but wouldn't you be cautious if people that pretty much hate you are offering you things?

The music and laugher and conversation drifted through the floors below me, and I couldn't bring myself to go downstairs. As much as it infuriated me to think of other females near Edward, I didn't want to go down there only to get in another fight. So I stayed in our room, snuggled in the bed and listening to my iPod.

Certainly this wasn't my room, but I thought of the room I was actually staying in as a spare to me. This is where I belonged. As far as I'm concerned, this is mine as much as it is Edward. Maybe I would have to speak to Esme about that small arrangement. Have it fixed to accommodate what best fit me. And frankly, that was Edward's cock, so.

I sighed as I curled my arms under the pillow that my head rested on.

Truthfully, I didn't know how we were going to do this or how we would make it through all this. Edward and I had to grow up first, which meant putting an end to childish fights, before we could even do anything. The worst part had to be the fact this baby would come whether we were ready or not. And so far, we were far from ready.

Secretly I'd been considering Edward's and my options for the future, and I's come to one single conclusion: we had to move. I hadn't quite told him yet about what I'd planned out in my head because I was nervous for his reaction. If the baby is due in August then Edward and I would be headed off the college. Well, he would be because I only wanted to stay with the baby, so. Certainly I would go with him wherever he wanted, and so would the baby, but it was a matter of where. Edward wanted to attend the University of Washington because Carlisle had connections there that would be of assistance to Edward's education – I'd always thought I was the one holding him back. Now I could be sure that what I was doing wouldn't effect Edward in the slightest.

We needed a place of our own. We needed our own apartment before this baby comes. It was as simple as that but I didn't know how to tell Edward. Would he think it was too soon? But what other choice did we have. He would be moving out for college and I'm going with him. So obviously we did have to get out own place eventually. I just wanted it to happen before the baby is born so we'll be ready. There's nothing worse the being unprepared.

I'd nodded off a few times here and there during my thoughts, but continued to bring myself back to consciousness. I didn't want to fall asleep yet. I was fighting to be awake to see Edward.

The clock continued to tick and the bed frame slightly shook with the hypnotic beat from below, lulling me to sleep.

When I woke the next morning I felt a weird pain when I noticed I was alone. Edward never joined me last night, er, this morning. I pushed the blankets off me and climbed out of the bed, wondering where Edward was. Certainly our disagreement couldn't have been that bad that he had to sleep alone.

Like every morning I felt nauseous upon standing up, but tried to ignore the feeling. I got as far as the door before I ran into the bathroom.

After heaving out something that probably shouldn't have left my body I brushed my teeth and started for the door again. Either we did fight a lot, or Edward was to wasted to make it up the stairs.

When I made it down the set of stairs – slowly but surely – I got my answer. And it wasn't pretty.

It wasn't surprisingly that the large living room, the makeshift party room, was a complete mess: red cups scattered the room, along with a range of different colors and sizes of glass bottles, and two empty kegs occupied a corner of the room. One was tipped and a slight liquid had pooled around it. There was a number of objects that I wouldn't even identify, some of which I probably didn't even want to know. It was obviously a wild night. The huge stereo system was providing some weirdly slow music, something like a piano piece, which I knew had no part in last night.

Edward always sleeps good with soft music, I sighed. I was beginning to feel horrible and even more upset about Edward's and my fight. This was all my fault.

And the product – or should I say products – of our disagreement was sitting in the far corner, taking up so much space that I felt a wave of uneasiness. It couldn't be... I took a step closer to get a good look at what sat before me. It was this that that had kept me up most of the night.

An assortment of baby items decorated the corner, lit by a single ray of the bright sun through the window, and I didn't even know what to do as I looked at them. They made me feel lost in my own world. It made me feel like I was drowning, that I couldn't do this.

I swallowed hard. "What was I thinking?" I whispered to myself, voice strangled. There were so many things here – in gender friendly colors – that it made my head spin. So many things that hadn't even crossed my mind. Things that made me want to rewind the last few months.

Tears threatened my eyes and I turned around before I became a blubbering mess.

Edward was flopped down on the sectional, completely stretched out, and even in his sleep I could tell he was drunk. His mouth was parted slightly and his body was relaxed. He looked like a god, as always. I felt another twinge of guilt. My brother was sprawled on the carpeted floor, looking just as wasted as the next, while Alice was cuddled in the fatal position the other side of the sectional. Alice, I sighed to myself. I don't know where we went wrong, or when we would make up, but I knew that we both needed to bathe in our annoyance a little longer. I almost laughed out loud when I saw Emmett on the coffee table, practically straddling the thing. A beer bottle was clutched in his left hand that was skimming the carpet and the toes of his shoes were planted on the floor. He was a sight to see, that's for sure.

Rosalie was nowhere to be found. Hopefully the bitch went home.

I snuck up to Edward's sleeping form and gently jostled his shoulder. He groaned and rolled over, nearly landing on the floor. "Edward?" I whispered hoarsely. I cleared my throat and tried again, keeping my voice quiet. "Edward, wake up!"

"Mmm-hmm?" he hummed, his voice sounded slurry for the minimal of words.

"Wake up," I repeated quieter, bending down to his level before he could open his eyes. He never did, though, and only yawned. "Edward, please, I'm sorry," I mumbled, deflated, as I fell back on my butt beside the couch. This situation was wearing me down. I just wanted it to be resolved.

His eyelids twitched but did not open. "Bella?" His voice was quiet and groggy.

"I'm sorry," I repeated.

"For what?" His body turned toward me and settled into he couch. Clearly there wouldn't be much of a reaction from him. I sighed, twirling the end of my hair around my finger.

"For being a bitch," I admitted reluctantly.

He laughed quietly, still to groggy to really do much. "You...your not a b-bitch, Bewwa," he slurred, patting the top of my head like I was a five year old.

Obviously I wasn't getting a reaction, much less the one I wanted.

With a new found resolve – one quite bland, I might add – I looked back at him, ready to start over again. But he was out. His mouth was open and he was snoring heavier because of his intoxication. I exhaled sadly, shaking my head as I stood up from the floor. Edward wasn't a lost cause, but when he was drunk he might as well have been.

Its been so long sense the last update... I'm so sorry. A bit of a very bad writer's block. Too much going on in life to focus. Hopefully that's over with now and the next chapter will be out soon.

-Mickey