(There are some religious views in this chapter.)

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"…She put the lime in the coconut, called the doctor, woke him up. I say, 'Doctor! Ain't there nothin' I can take', I say, 'Doctor! To relieve this belly ache?' I say, 'Doctor! Ain't there nothin' I can take,' I say, 'Doctor! To relieve this belly ache?' Now let me get this straight….Put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up…" One simply cannot cook a meal without singing a random song and/or dancing like you have some small insect in your underwear. I happily continued my sing-song, frying the chicken and onions, not knowing about my audience behind me.

"I say 'shut up, you little tit.' I say, 'shut up, you… can't sing…'?"

"Wow, Rose. Your poetry is really something else." I didn't even have to roll my eyes at my heavy sarcasm.

Rose shrugged her shoulders, grabbing a bottle of Budweiser from the fridge, she cracked off the cap. "It's a shit song; I had to shut you up somehow." Taking a long chug from the can, she proceeded to belch loudly.

"You are so much like Emmett sometimes, it scares me."

"Shut it, Bell-hole. Oooh, what's this?" Rosalie peered over my shoulder, doing her best to steal pieces of chicken off the pan. "Is it ready yet? Can I have some? I'm so hungry…"

"I rest my case."

0-0

It's Thursday, and you know what that means… Alice-and-Jasper-Church-time! It had been so long since Jasper came over to 'chill' at our place that I offered to have dinner ready for when they've finished. Ten after eight on the dot, the two walked through the front door, hand in hand smiling like little loved-up fuckers.

Yup, I'm just standing here with Flicker and some chicken. Hey…

"How was the service, guys?" I asked after giving them both a 'welcome-back-to-the-house-I-missed-you-in-those-two-hours' hug.

"It was beautiful, wasn't it Alice?"

"Yup, yup, it was, er, beautiful." Before they met, the only time Alice set foot inside a church was when she was christened, so to have her go every week shows her love and devotion to him. Apart from when she's drunk and tries to marry strange men called Christian.

Ha! It's probably a sign – Jasper's a Christian, and she went for a Christian!

Thank you, thank you, that's my time. *waves*

"Glad to hear it. Right guys, well dinner is ready whenever you are."

We all took our places, Jasper said a quick Grace, and got stuck in. Everything was going perfectly; we were laughing and joking like the next person, until it didn't go so perfectly. Jasper hadn't been kept in the dark and knew about Flicker, but nobody knew his views on it. That was, until Rosalie opened her giant mouth. I mean, come on, we're trying to have a nice meal here and she goes and ruins it.

"Jasper, what do you think about this whole baby thing? Being, like, a Jesus freak and that."

"Rose!" Alice spat, glaring at our loud-mouthed friend.

"What? There isn't anything wrong with being a Bible Basher."

"Rosalie Lillian! That is enough." Yup, Alice's mother side has come through.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry, Jazz. But seriously, what are your views? Like, do you think Bella should keep it or not?"

Oh, Jesus Christ (sorry Jasper) how many times do I have to put it into her vein skull? Flicker is staying with me, okay?

"I've had the word of the Bible forced onto me since I was a little boy, so my views are one sided. One of the Ten Commandments is 'Thou Shalt Not Kill' The word of God is that people have worth and an identification before even being born. Like it says in Jeremiah, 1:5 – "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations."

"Okay… and what does that mean?"

Seriously, Rose? It's not rocket science.

"What I mean is that I view taking away an innocent life as murder. Everyone is brought into this world for a reason, and by removing them before they have the chance to live is against my views and what I was brought up to believe."

Jasper, I could kiss you right now! But I won't, because I value my life and Alice has a knife in her hand.

Of course, Ms Hale doesn't know when to shut up. "What's the reason behind this baby's life though? It wouldn't be here if its parents weren't two horny idiots."

I threw my cutlery down, ignoring the ear-pitched screech when it hit the china plate. "That is enough! You have no clear concept of knowing when to shut the fuck up! I understand that you don't like my baby, but guess what? I don't fucking care! And I don't much like you right now, either! If you and Emmett ever decide to make the population grow, maybe I should remind you what you said to me and hopefully you'll feel the pain that I'm feeling right now."

"Bella…"

"Shut up! I haven't finished talking! What was it you said after calling me a whore? Oh yes, you said you'd do whatever it takes for me to forgive you, and that you'd back me up whatever I decide to do. Rosalie you are the biggest fucking liar I have ever met in my life! I am seriously deciding whether to go along to your wedding right now, because which bride treats one of her bridesmaids like some piece of fucking shit on her fucking manicured foot! You know what? I think you're jealous."

Rosalie stood up, her eyes burning in anger. "Jealous? You think I'm jealous? Why the hell would I be jealous of your bastard baby?"

I couldn't control my actions and before I knew it, my hand made contact with her cheek; the slap shattered the tense atmosphere. Of course, I soon brought it back again. "Don't. You. Fucking. Dare. And yes, I think you're jealous because the number of times we played 'House' during our childhood, you were always the one to have the baby doll. When we wrote about our future, you always said you wanted to have a baby – before getting married! And now that it's me having the baby, you can't fucking take it! So you're sticking your witch like nose into my fucking business and doing whatever you can to work your practical magic to make it that you have the baby before me. Well guess what, bitch? Your magic ain't working."

Shit that felt good.

Jasper and Alice were shell shocked by my outburst. "I'm sorry, enjoy your meal, but I can't stay here anymore."

Like a disobedient child, I stomped up the stairs and slammed my bedroom door. Taking the cushion from my bed, I shoved it to my face, "Aaaaaah!" I screamed, having the cushion block out most of the noise. I then put all my anger into lobbing it across my room, bounced off my window and fell flat to the floor. Lying face-forward on my bed, I snuggled up to give comfort on my head and did my best to calm down. The chime of my phone broke me out of my concentration. When I checked, I saw there were two unread messages – I'm popular for once.

The text that just arrived was from Angela at work, asking whether I could cover her afternoon shift tomorrow. I worded up a simple answer, basically saying that I could. The next text took me by surprise.

From Edward Masen – to Bella Swan: Ring me now.

Arrived:18:07

Shit, that was almost three hours ago! Obviously I don't know how Edward words his messages, but from the brief few words and the full stop, it seemed like he was pissed for some reason.

I wasted no time in phoning him back, he answered in six rings. "Bella." Yup, something was biting away at his balls.

"Hello. I'm so sorry for not ringing until now, I left my phone upstairs."

"We need to talk. It's urgent."

0-0

Holy shit, that argument was good. Who else wanted to jump in and say a few things to Rosalie? And what does Edward want to say? Ooooh… *tense music*