.25 (part 1).
Elizabeth took me to one side after our lunch; she held onto my shoulder and spoke in a hushed tone so only I could hear her. "I'm so sorry you had to sit through that. Yes, we only have his best interest at heart, but you didn't deserve to be treated like a little child. I would very much like to stay in contact and maybe even become friends; I only hope my husband's harsh way of going around things hasn't affected that."
How can you not love someone like Mrs. Masen? You instantly feel a little calmer when in her presence. "No, not at all. My dad acts exactly the same way and I understand why you both should be wary of me, but what I said today was the truth and I promise to stick to the, er, guidelines. Elizabeth you are such a lovely lady, of course I would love to keep in contact, especially as I'm currently carrying your grandchild – Edward has my number so you can get it from him whenever you need to."
We hugged briefly. "Let's get back to the guys before they do something I'll only regret for the rest of my days." I couldn't imagine Mr. Masen doing anything reckless or troublesome, but I smiled and giggled at her joke anyway. 'The Guys' were both on their phones, not talking to one another. This could be the way they act normally, or they argued when Elizabeth and I were talking. God, I hope I wasn't the reason they argued…
"I have work to do now – that Watson case won't prepare itself – so I will see you in the room, son. Isabella, it was a pleasure to meet you, we'll be in contact again before the child is born."
Bella's Conscience: We have to see this fuck face again? No offence but I'd rather squeeze a bowling ball through my coochie. Oh wait…
The parental units made their exit, leaving Edward and I standing here alone. "I'm so, so sorry about that."
"It was fine, really." 'Fine' is not the word I use to describe our encounter when thinking back mentally, but I didn't want Edward to, like, hate me for not liking his father or think that I'm a weak person, y'know?
"Bella, that was not 'fine'. My dad is a Class A prick and doesn't know when to shut his fucking mouth." That was the first time I heard Edward swore and, to be perfectly honest, it, er, played about downstairs a bit. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.
Damn pregnancy and my hormonal increase.
"He's only doing it to protect you. Edward, for all they know, I could be some gold digging whore who is only doing this for the publicity attention and my way to get money, so I didn't expect anything less than legal documents and… shit like that."
Edward rubbed his face roughly with one hand. "Right, okay, okay, just…don't call yourself a whore, please."
*Squeee*
"Okay, sorry." Damn, my cheeks were on fire; this guy sure knows how to make me blush.
It was all starting to get a little bit awkward – we had clearly run out of things to talk about and soon the floor had become more interesting than the fuck hot celebrity in front of me. I was about to put an end to the silence, but Edward cut in before me.
"Look, I'm not flying back till first thing tomorrow, so do you wanna, y'know, do something?"
Yes, yes, yes! What, when, where?
"Yes! I… I mean, cool…whatever." Bella's Conscience: Great cover-up, asswipe. "We could, er, go to my place? I mean, it's private and close by and…"
"No, no that sounds good. Let me quickly tell my parents what I'm doing and then we can be on our way."
My conscience crossed her legs and began to meditate. …oooommm…
The fuck are you doing?
Oooommm… getting into the sexing zone…ooommm…
Jesus God, we're not having sex, okay?
Famous last words…ooomm…
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It was a typical Saturday in the Cullen-Hale-Swan household – watch re-runs of The Jeremy Kyle Show USA and then proceed to get very drunk in the evening and, in Alice's case, cry over her lack of bedroom activities. When Edward and I walked through the front door, we heard angry screams coming from the large women on TV. For whatever reason, she was pissed off at the man already sitting down, stormed across the make-shift stage and continued to shout in his face. The TV beeped out any curse words the two would say to one-another.
"Hey guys…" Alice and Rose couldn't tear their eyes off the screen and mumbled a 'hello' in return. They had no idea Edward was next to me, and when I mentioned his presence, Alice jumped up and screamed. She straightened out her perfectly straight clothing and ran around the couch to introduce herself.
"You saw me at the music awards, but I'm Alice by the way, and I cannot tell you how amazing it is that you're in our house! Don't tell Jasper, 'cause I love him and everything, but you're fuck-hot and I would jump your bones in an instant if you would let me, and I'm so jealous that Bella has done that, and is your hair naturally that colour, or do you dye it? Also I'm cooking spaghetti for dinner, would you like some? Do you like pasta? Or are you not a carbs kind of guy? 'Cause if you don't like carbs, that's like, totally cool with me, you're still amazing even if you eat nothing but Taco Bell…am I rambling?"
"Um, just a little bit. Do I need to answer those questions? Or were they rhetorical?"
I placed my hand on the top of his arm, "please don't – we don't have enough time in the world to answer all the questions that run through her mind."
"Hey! I'm only trying to make a conversation. Anyway, Rose! Come meet Edward."
Rosalie slowly made her way over, put out a hand for Edward to shake, which he did instantly. "Lovely to meet you, and don't worry, I'm not as energetic and mouthy as Alice."
Bella's Conscience: You're not mouthy? Ha! And the Pope isn't religious!
"I've heard so much about both of you; it's great to finally put a face to the name. I hope we haven't interrupted anything important."
Nothing important, just my friends being lazy fuckers.
"No, no! Well, we're watching Jeremy Kyle – that's my drug. Not an actual drug, of course because I don't like that sort of thing, but yeah, it's my drug. What are your views on drugs? Yay or nay? And am I rambling again? Anyway, do you want to watch Jezza?"
"Is he that British man who thinks the best way of sorting out someone's problem is by shouting in their face like a two year old?"
Ha! Yes, Edward, get in there.
Rosalie leapt in before Alice could mutter something, and showed off her best side. "It's very entertaining. In fact, I could imagine you guys on there: 'Prove to me that the baby is mine'."
Edward's expression changed in the fraction of a second. It went from relaxed and humorous to tense and annoyed. "I wonder if you're ever going to learn?"
Rosalie couldn't have looked more confused. "Learn what?"
"Learn how much you've hurt one of your closest friends. Whenever Bella mentions you, she's always in tears because of some hateful comment that you said. I don't care that I've only just met you, I don't like you simply down to the fact that you've hurt Bella as much as you have, and that you cannot find the tiniest bit of respect for Flicker."
You said Flicker! Edward called it Flicker!
"You don't know me; you can't dislike someone that you don't know."
"Oh I can, and I don't."
I could kiss you right now.
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Due to the argument brewing, I took Edward away from the room so it wouldn't ignite the fire anymore. I decided we could just sit and chill in my room, which he was fine with. Thankfully I hadn't left any dirty underwear on the floor and the place was relatively clean and organised.
We talked about loads of different things, and managed to get to know each other a little bit better. High school memories were discussed; our favourite and our least favourite teacher; favourite subject and that time everyone experiences at least once during school – getting detention for something you didn't do. Soon, we got back to mentioning this morning meeting.
"Hopefully you'll learn to like my father at some point – I know he's very intimidating and doesn't often think about how his way or working can affect someone, but he means well, and his heart is in the right place."
"Yeah, I'm not going to lie, your dad scares the shit out of me, but I believe you, and I hope he'll learn to like me."
"Oh, please don't take the wrong end of the stick; my dad does like you; he's just protective of me and knows what could happen if everything goes wrong."
A fleeting memory ran across my mind; something that Edward mentioned previously.
"Um, I don't want to stick my nose in places that don't concern me, but I remember you saying something about how, er, the idea of me having an abortion is a tough subject for you and, er, I was, er, kind of… y'know, wondering why…?"
That shocked him, his eyes widened and he looked everywhere apart from me.
Shit, shit, shit, I've blown it!
"Oh, Edward, I'm sorry, please, don't explain it to me, I can tell you don't feel comfortable talking about that."
"No… no it's not that, I'm just surprised that you'd bring it up. Um, no it's probably best that you know what happened."
I kept my mouth shut this time. Something I should have learnt to do earlier.
"Right…let me tell you about Kate…"
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Damn…what a cliffhanger ;) Um, I may or may not have had a few to drink before writing that last section…I might look back and regret this. Any penis, what do you think Edward's secret is?