Thank you to Kara & Sherry for all your help. I don't own Twilight, SM does. The subject matter of 9-11 is what gives it a M rating, so if you're triggered by that then please do not read.
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POV- Edward
"So are you ready to head out?" I ask Isabella as I step into the office. She looks up from her desk.
"Ready to go where?"
"To your doctor's appointment, did you forget?"
Shaking her head, no. "I just didn't think you were serious about wanting to go with me."
Sagging my shoulders. "Don't you want me to go?"
"It's not that." She replied as she was straightening papers on her desk.
"Isabella." I step toward her and she blushes. Yes, little lady I know the truth about your name, I smirk at her. "We're friends, right?" I ask her as I look her in the eye, and hold her gaze until she answers me.
"Ye- yes we are," she mutters.
"Well, friend," I wink at her. "I'm going with you to support you so you won't be alone. I might even let my friend buy me something to eat after we're done."
She laughs and I have to say, it's nice to hear. I want to be the cause of that more often.
"Well, friend." She throws my phrase back at me with her own killer smirk. "We'll see about that whole who buys who the food, situation." She informs me as she gathers her things to leave. "You know Edward, I have seen you eat before."
I stop, put my hand up to my chest and act offended. "What are you trying to imply, that I'm a pig?"
She walks ahead of me, stops, then looks at me over her shoulder. "If the trough fits, big man." She walks on and I stand there with my mouth hanging wide open, just watching her go.
"Let's go, Edward. Oh, and close your mouth before something flies in there."
I snap my mouth shut and shake my head. "Women," I mumble.
"I heard that," She calls out to me.
I walk out to where she's standing next to my car and open the door for her. I put my lips next to her ear and I whisper. "I like being messy when I… eat, Isabella." I breath out over her ear.
I can feel a her body shudder as I help her sit in the car. I shut the door and I can't keep the smile off my face as I walk around to the driver's side.
As I'm putting the key in the ignition, I hear Isabella mumble something and I turn to ask her what she said.
She has a smile she's trying to hide. "Pig."
I throw my head back and laugh, then I look over at her. "Oink, oink."
She reaches over and smacks my arm. "Shut up," She tells me as she laughs.
I can't keep the grin off my face as I start my car. Yep, I'll be the biggest pig there is if it will keep that beautiful smile on her face.
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A/N... Thanks to all that reviewed the last chapter. I failed big time in replying to everyone & for that, I am sorry!