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BPOV

I woke to something hard pressing against my hip. Eyes still closed, I reached down to grab the book I'd left there the previous night, but didn't come in contact with it. Instead, I met something distinctively long and hard.

"Did you wake up like this?" I murmured, eyes still closed.

"Hmm," he hummed as my hand started moving slowly, teasing him. "Sort of. I took one look at you and he just got a mind of his own."

"That's perfect," I purred, releasing his member and pulling my nails up his chest. I cracked open my eyes to see the clock. "But we have a house to look at, so get dressed!"

He groaned as I jumped out of bed completely naked, and went to hop in the shower. Today was the day when we would finally see The House. I was nervous as hell, because if I didn't like, I didn't know how to exactly tell him that. It seemed like Edward had his heart set on it. I never was too good at faking interest in things that were just...well, things I didn't find interesting.

And a house?

Yeah its high on my list of things to worry about, but it if I was moving in with him, with a baby and everything, it had to be perfect. This was like...paving the road of the future, as corny as it sounds, and it had to be bordering perfect. My baby deserved everything in the world.

As soon as I hoped out of the shower Edward was in, and I went rummaging through his closet for some clothes that I usually kept here. Teetering on the six month mark, things were progressing well but fast. I don't think my ankles were swollen but my stomach was in the way of my view. I made a mental note to ask Esme how much Edward weighted when he was born. Genes never pass lightly.

I slipped on my jeans – stupid things had that elastic waist band – over my hips and pulled on a maternity T-shirt the color of the sky in summer. Taking one look outside, I knew it wasn't going to be a pretty day. The sky was crowded with dark clouds and the sun was amiss – perfect Happy Day weather. I sat on the bed waiting for Edward to hurry up.

The more I waited, the more excited I got.

"Hurry up, Edward!" I announced as I walked back in the steam-filled room. "We don't have all day!"

"Actually Bella, we barely have two hours," he responded dully.

"Then hurry up!" I repeated impatiently. I brushed on a little make up that I left here – just the quick stuff like foundation and a soft brown eye shadow.

He was out in minutes and dressed in even less. I started to wonder of my pregnancy made him whipped. Edward dressed in jeans and a hoodie, and even though I could tell in the past few days, almost weeks, that my sexual appetite was slowly decreasing, I really wanted him in that instant. He made casual look so good. "Your going to want something more than that," Edward said, tossing me a black sweater. I shook it out – a black zip up of his.

I pulled it on and we headed for the door. When we were making it out of the apartment I realized that our shoes matched; we both had put on black converse. How cheesy, I thought. Do they make converse for babies? It was ten-thirty and I noticed that the apartment was silent, so either the guys were over at the girls' apartment or everyone was dead asleep. I opted for the second.

"Heat, heat, heat, heat," I chanted, stabbing the button repeatedly. "Fuck, its so cold. Heat!"

Bella," he stilled my hand. "Your turning it on and off, nothing's going to happen. Calm down."

I sighed, and sure enough after a few minutes the car was giving off warm air. I sighed again in contentment. "So why are we leaving so early?"

"Uh, yeah, that's my fault," he laughed. "I thought it was nine-thirty. Not ten-thirty."

"Aw, muffin, are you tired?" I asked sweetly, pinching his cheek. "Did something keep you awake?"

He gave me a frown but I could see he was fighting a smile. "Yeah, this pussy wouldn't let me sleep."

I burst out laughing. "I don't know whether to pull down your pants or hit you," I giggled.

"I can tell you which I would prefer," Edward chuckled.

"Road head?"

"Please?"

"Maybe another day," I decided reluctantly. "I could never bend over this." I pat the console between us slowly, as if to say, "this is all your fault, now go to hell."

"Stupid baby." I hoped he was joking.

Edward pulled up to the drive-thru at Dunkin' Doughnuts, already digging into his pocket. "What do you want?" he asked, flipping open his wallet.

"Oh, nothing, I'm good."

"Okay," he said, pulling up to the speaker, "bagel it is." I waited as he order, working on pulling my legs up. With this mountain on my stomach I could never lift my legs to get comfortable – crossing your legs is only be bearable for so long. Gripping onto the sides of my calves I tried to pull them up so the soles of my feet would be resting on the seat.

The tops of my thighs bounced against Edward Junior but I doubt he ever felt it. The only sign he did was when he kicked back ever so roughly. They say your baby starts to kick at eighteen weeks and yet they never seem to mention how hard babies kick. This little thing was a fighter to a tee. "Is it right for him to be kicking so hard, Edward?" I asked curiously, rubbing where the felt the little thumps.

"How hard?" he said distractedly.

"Really hard. I swear he's about to break my ribs or something." Edward turned to give me a look as he stopped at the window. "Okay, its not that bad but its not comfortable either."

"Its not supposed to be, and there's no fix for it." His hand found its way to where mine and I moved mine out of the way for him to feel. A smile spread on his face. "Definitely my kid," he commented.

I grinned. "Even with the small penis?"

Edward rolled his eyes at me. "Even with the small penis."

We were meeting our realtor at the first house at eleven-thirty sharp. The houses were all in the suburbs just outside central Seattle, and as we started to leave the big buildings, I almost wanted to turn back. Something was so appealing about the city that I wanted to wake up to every morning; I didn't want to look out the window and see a long street of houses with nothing above two or three stories.

It was just too much of a change.

I wasn't feeling as into this as I had been earlier. I just wanted to get this over with. Edward was beginning to sense this change in me and it looked like he was trying to keep his distance; I didn't really feel in that mood to lash out, only wanted some space to think. I wished it was so much easier.

Our realtor was Mr. Hawkins and I'd be lying if I said I didn't spring to life. He was tall, young, and so fine. Edward rolled his eyes at the guy's back and then at me, obviously not feeling like this guy was a threat.

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There was something wrong with every house.

We got the tour through each one – which I found out later that none had been previously lived in – and all I could think about was what was wrong with each one. The first one only had a master bedroom and small second bedroom, which didn't give much room for family. The second one was just plain small, every room not really big enough for more than three people. Either Edward was blind when he looked through the newspaper or our realtor sucked. But I think he made up for it in looks.

"What do you think, Mrs. Cullen?" Mr. Hawkins asked, gesturing around our third stop.

I rolled my eyes, mentally noting to kick Edward's ass for telling him we're married. "Nope. Not gonna happen."

Edward groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What's wrong with it, Bella?"

"The stairs. Either I'm going to fall up or fall down while pregnant. Or after he's born while I'm holding him, or maybe when he's older he'll fall down. I don't think it's a good idea."

We headed for the fourth house and on the ride there, Edward really ate into me about my stubbornness. I told him I just wanted something perfect. All I wanted was something to call home.

Okay that was incredibly hard to write... Damn. I think I confused myself on the next few chapters. Expect a time jump. Really, I think two more chapters. I'll probably regret skipping over time but I have three events in mind, two in the next chapter. Expect like 2000 word updates, maybe more.

xoxo love Glitter.