BPOV

"You know," I said, "you're a sick bastard for wanting your parents to hear us having sex."

He rolled his eyes. "A sick bastard I will be, but never in a million years will you call those people my parents. Bella, they're fuck-ups."

I raised my eyes brows as I pulled my pants (ugly, stretchy, pregnancy ones) on from last night. "And your much better?" I demanded. "Its not like you acted that mature your whole life, Edward. You are the one that emancipated at the age of sixteen and moved to Chicago with people you didn't know. You are the one you has mommy and daddy problems. You are the one that turned to sex to cool the issues, like a horrible episode of Two and a Half Men," I said in disgust, words tumbling. "You are the one—"

"Oh, thanks, Bella," Edward said dramatically. He scowled and said in a harsh voice, "I get it. I'm the one." He mumbled something under his breath that I didn't catch.

I pulled a new shirt out of the drawer, an old worn T-shirt that I knew would never fit. "Goddamn..." I muttered, frustrated. "It won't even go over my fucking boobs." I threw it back in the drawer and looked for something a little looser fitting. Everything fit my pre-baby body, not my four-month-pregnant belly. "Edward, can I wear your sweater?"

"Yeah, whatever," he answered, tossing it on the floor beside me. I sighed, pulling a random white shirt over my head and slipping his overly large zip-up on.

"So what was it that you just said?" I asked. "You mumbled something or whatever. What was it?"

He looked at me darkly. "Apparently, I'm not your the one," he replied sourly. "You loved him, Bella, and he was a dick. Why not me?"

"Edward, I can't just love someone," I replied, just as sour. "I have to feel it. I know you love me, and I believe it, but I don't know how I feel about you after all these months. I know things aren't going horribly, you just need to be patient. Please," I begged, than added, "Wait, did you just call yourself a dick?"

He pursed his lips for a moment. "Uh, yeah, I guess I did. But what's it matter 'cause you always call me a dick, an ass, a bastard—"

"Okay, I get it," I interrupted. "You're a bunch of bad names. I know."

"That's not what I meant," he grumbled.

I shrugged, wrapping my arms around my chest. "Can we please go now?"

"Yeah, sure." He finished buttoning his jeans around his hips and pulled his T-shirt down. "Are we leaving without the others?"

"They got here in one vehicle, they can do it again," I told him dismissively. "I just want to get out of here."

"I fully agree." He nodded, grabbing my hand and pulling me for the door. I stumbled along but caught myself quickly, understanding why he was treating me like a ragdoll: Edward just wanted to be back in Seattle.

We started down the stairs quietly, both hoping to escape unnoticed. It was past nine now and Alice was always up bright and early; I didn't know about anyone else, though, so we went on instinct.

There were sounds and sweet smells coming from the kitchen. The biggest scent was the irresistible smell of bacon. I prayed I was hallucinating or we wouldn't be leaving the house any time soon, which would evidentially end in an argument between Edward and I.

Before I got to put much thought into it, I heard a familiar gasp. "You guys are up!" Alice cheered, skipping out into the hallway where we were paused. She gave me a quick hug. "And dressed," she said slowly.

"We're heading out," Edward muttered, juggling his keys in his hands.

Alice nodded, biting her lip in understanding. "Okay. I don't think we're heading out until afternoon."

"All right," I said. "I'll see you later then."

"'Kay." She looked at Edward, somewhat mockingly. I'm pretty sure she was having some kind of fun with this whole situation. "Bye, Edward." Her voice was even teasing.

He shook his head, lips pressed. "I'll meet you outside," he muttered, turning and banging the door closed behind him. The frame shook from the impact.

I looked at Alice. "That wasn't nice. You know he's having a hard time."

"But you have to admit," she giggled, "it is kind of fun to yank his chain."

"I'm the only one who gets to yank his chain," I told her seriously. She laughed louder. "Uh, your so immature," I groaned, elbowing her ribs.

"Bye, Bella," she burst between laughing as I headed for the door. "You have fun yanking his chain!"

I glanced back at her. "Tell everyone we say 'goodbye.'" She didn't respond but nodded, and that was all the confirmation I needed.

It was freezing outside, bone-chilling cold. I crossed my arms over my chest and my teeth chattered against each other. Edward was already sitting in the car; I hoped it was warming up before I could die of the cold. I quickly jumped in, slamming the door behind me.

"Its so cold," I muttered, turning up the heat on the dashboard. Edward gingerly pushed my hand away and I didn't bother to argue; this vehicle as important to him, almost like a life-source.

"What's her problem?" he grumbled. I looked up and saw Alice standing in the doorway of the house, still laughing.

I cracked a smile. "She has sex on the mind," I told him half-heartedly. "She's kind of playing around with the sexual jokes and all."

"Weird," he commented.

I shrugged. "But that's Alice," I told him. "She's always a little on the perverted side. But so is everyone else in this big family, so."

"What was she saying?" Edward asked cautiously, his fingers playing with the keys in the ignition.

"Well," I laughed, "it all circled around 'yanking your chain'."

To my surprise Edward threw his head back and laughed. "Yanking the chain, huh? That'd be really nice, Bella," he said seriously.

"Can we just get going?" I asked, annoyed. "I'm really hungry."

He raised an eyebrow. "Bella, you did not just help the cause," he said. "If your really hungry, I have something for you to eat."

I exhaled as if he'd just given me breath, squeezing my legs together tightly and biting my lip until I felt a loss of blood there. How those words could just trigger that kind of need, I had no idea, but suddenly I wasn't hungry for actually food in my mouth; why was I already breathing heavily?

"Don't tease me," I squeaked, serious. This was no joking matter as a pregnant woman.

Finally, he pulled out of the drive. "I'm not. Feel free to suck," he said darkly, his own voice grave with want.

"That is so teasing!" I accused. "Do you realize what you've done to me? This underwear is completely ruined!"

"Calm down, I was just kidding."
"Well, you owe me something when we get back," I snapped. "You have made me so damn horny right now—"

"So horny that you want to touch yourself?" Edward asked, hands fisted around the steering wheel. I couldn't believe the dirty talking that was going on this early in the morning.

Plus the reaction it was getting out of my own body.

I narrowed my eyes at him. This was a new step up from Edward's usual dirty talk actually during sex. And I knew I could definitely get used to it.

"Are you asking me to touch myself in front of you?" I asked, precisely emphasizing the words to watch him squirt in his seat.

"That would be so hot."

I smiled slightly, filing that away for later. "Right," I said thoughtfully. "I'll relieve this as soon as we're back in Seattle." I gently tapped his thigh once, right beside his bulge.

Edward drove back into Forks so we could take a direct route through Port Angeles and to Seattle. We were going slowly down the road when I started to feel the effects.

My knees pulled up to my chest and my chin resting on my knees, I asked Edward if we could take a little bit of a detour. I directed him to the street and he seemed a little hesitant. I watched the trees and the houses go by, until we came to Charlie's house.

I've thought of this place for the past few months, the different things I could say to explain myself to him. I've thought of how to tell him that I'm pregnant. He had to be wondering what was going on with me by now, assuming the news of Jacob and I passed through Billy to Charlie. I knew I wasn't ready to see him yet, but somehow I wanted to be reassured that he was still okay. That he was doing okay. His police cruiser wasn't parked out front and there were no lights on; he was probably working again.

My heart scrunched and I noticed Edward had stopped in front of the house.

"Do you want to go in?" he asked quietly, as if building himself up.

"No," I mumbled, still staring at the small house. "I can't do it. I'll call him when we get back."

And with that, Edward drove off, and I felt myself slowly breaking inside again as I thought of the absence of my father.

There will not be another update for awhile. I am so sorry but they will vary and be stingy.