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BPOV

Our naked bodies were intertwined like vines on vines. Because we were so close and wrapped around one another I woke Edward up when I was awakened by the feeling of acidy sickness. I detached myself in time to lean over the side of the bed and deposit the contents of my empty stomach. It was a forming routine that whenever I vomited Edward would rub my back and provide semi-soothing words, and when he was sure nothing else was coming up, would go to the bathroom and clean it out, disinfect, whatever. I followed after him every time so I could clean my mouth.

This time was no exception.

"This is getting really gross," I gurgled around my toothbrush. Edward nodded his head, bent – completely naked – over the bathtub with garage can in hand. As I rinsed and spit, Edward handed me a spare shirt that happened to be laying around the bathroom.

While he went back to his disinfecting I wondered back into our bedroom and snuggled back into the bed. Something about it was so smooth, so comfortable to lay on...like taking a piece of heaven and stuffing it into polyester. It was an especially spacious bed for rolling.

A few minutes later Edward emerged wearing a pair of sweatpants, crawling back into bed with me. He hovered over me, supporting his weight with an elbow. "You know, we're the laziest teenagers ever," he laughed.

I sat my hand on my still-flat stomach. "Obviously not that lazy, because we did make a masterpiece."

He laughed again but harder. "A true masterpiece," he corrected softly, leaning down to give me a sweet, love-filled kiss. It almost made me emotional to have such a supportive guy with me, to have a child with. Edward pulled back with a wide smile. "I'm glad you brushed your teeth."

My hand pushed at his chest. "Hey, be nice. Its not my fault you didn't even realize it before it was too late."

"Well you could have told me that you just threw up, instead of letting me lay one of you."

I smiled guiltily at the memory from late last night, when I'd awoken to that feeling. "Well, you should have realized it earlier," I told him. "Plus the look on your face..." I erupted in giggles as I remembered how disgusted he looked when he realized that I'd just thrown up. It was the first time I didn't actually wake him up, and in the after recovery of vomiting, he woke up and must have thought that I just couldn't sleep. Edward had leaned over without a word and gave me a kiss. I guess I didn't think I was in my right place to stop him.

I mean, it was Edward sticking his tongue in my mouth.

"Forgive me?" I said dramatically.

"Yeah, whatever," he grumbled, rolling onto his back.

I grinned. "Oh, brighten up. Don't rain on my parade."

"What parade?"

"The happy one. I'm not feeling very..." I waving my hands in front of me, searching for the right words. "Unpleasant today. There is a very good chance you may want to take advantage of that."

"Sexually?" Edward asked, now more interested.

"Um, no!" I laughed. "I was thinking more...maybe going out and doing the baby thing," I said quickly.

"As in baby shopping?" he asked, not a hint of disagreement. I nodded. "When?"

I shrugged. "Soon?"

And just like that he agreed. I didn't do overly well with the whole out-and-about thing, but I could manage this because it was really tying to the baby. We got dressed casually (which was hard to do because Edward slowly put the moves on me over and again), and I took just slightly longer than Edward, which did not impress him too much.

"Please hurry," he begged, agonizing.

"But I don't know what to wear," I complained.

"Jeans, sweater, done." He turned away and headed into the joining bathroom of "my room." I looked after him briefly, thinking what a little inconsiderate child he was being.

It didn't feel right already wearing regular clothes and finding something that I felt comfortable in was harder than it should have been. On top of that, every woman spent countless hours trying to find something to wear on a daily basis. He should have been more generous to this.

"I can't just put something on and feel comfortable, Edward," I called out the him. "Its not that easy."

He poked his head around the corner and didn't look amused. "Jeans, sweater, done," he replied stiffly.

My eyebrows pulled together in confusion over his harsh attitude. "What are you doing?" I wondered, starting toward the bathroom. As I entered the doorway I saw him stuff something in his pocket quickly, but I couldn't see it enough to identify it. "What was that?" I demanded.

"What was what?"

"That." I gestured to his pocket, full of something. "What are you hiding?"

He gave me a very measured look. "I'm not hiding anything. What's your problem?" he snapped.

"Then why are you being so defensive?" I demanded, storming into the bathroom and up to him. Edward has always stood so much taller than me, so I strained to look up at him and be angry at the same time. "What's in your pocket, Edward?" I asked seriously.

"Nothing," he replied quietly, ashamed it seemed. I bit my lip hard.

"Let's see it." I held out my hand, wiggling my fingers at him.

Edward stared down at it for a minute before raising his eyes to meet mine. I watched as his hand reached into his pocket slowly and dug around in his jeans. I frowned as he stopped moving his hand around. What was he doing?

What was in his pocket that he had to hide from me?

"There's nothing there," he mumbled.

I groaned in disbelief and annoyance. Clearly he was hiding something from me. "Whatever," I snapped reluctantly, storming out of the bathroom and taking his advice: Jeans, sweater, done.

I pulled on my clothes and stuffed my feet into the sneakers that were sitting beside the unmade bed. If Edward and I were having a fight, that meant an iPod could be of use. I stuffed the little object in my right pocket and pulled my hair back, while I heard Edward fumble around in the bathroom. It was relatively probable that we wouldn't be on good terms for a while, but I knew it was too late to back out.

Maybe this wasn't the best idea, I allowed. Of course I did want to get a head start on this and be completely prepared for the baby, but maybe it was too soon. Maybe it would be too much in one day. I thought again about backing out, but thought better of it; I mean, it was my idea.

It came to my attention that Edward was standing in the bathroom doorway, staring at me.

"Jeans, sweater, done," I said sharply, starting toward the doorway. I saw him frown briefly, but knew he could feel a little emotional discomfort. I wasn't too impressed either.

I hugged my arms around myself as I descended the stairs and started toward the kitchen, which led to the garage. Edward was somewhere behind me.

"Hey, chicky!" Alice shrieked, dropping the knife on the cutting board she was using. I smiled at her slightly, trying to push through the anger I was feeling, but she didn't buy. "What's wrong?" Her eyes flickered over my shoulder.

"Nothing," I said dismissively. "But we're going out, okay?"

"Where? Shopping?" A smile lit her face.

"No," I said carefully. "Looking."

"For baby stuff?" Alice demanded.

"At baby stuff," Edward replied, grabbing his keys off the counter and heading for the garage.

I rolled my eyes after him and fought the urge to stick my tongue out after him. "See ya later, Alice," I called over my shoulder as I followed Edward out.

But if Edward didn't straight up, Alice wouldn't be seeing him ever again.

Threatening, Bella, very threatening. It's a little short-ish, but I had to update!