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[A/N] Another update of your favorite soap opera/ Twilight fanfic, hope you'll enjoy.

This chapter is dedicated to DeeJee and baxterbuff. Thanks for taking the time to read and review.

**Chapter 49**

It's so not fair, I thought while I poured myself a cup of coffee and added some milk to it. Slowly I walked over to the kitchen desk and sat down on one of the wooden chairs.

Why was it so easy for me to get pregnant and not for her? Ali had told me that I should just forget about the idea of her getting a child but in the middle of the night, her sobbing had managed to wake me up. I had stroked her back in small circles until it finally subsided, desperately trying to think of a way to comfort her.

God, how much I wished that I could borrow her, my own heart, so that her body could make it through the pregnancy without difficulties.

My left hand grabbed the small heart shaped amber around my neck. I loved her so much and it hurt me that there wasn't anything that I could do to help her. Should I ask her how she felt about adopting a baby? No, she had already made it clear that she didn't want that…

"Morning, Bella." She greeted me, trying to make her voice sound cheerful and light.

I pulled her on my lap and wrapped my arms around her. Slowly I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her soft lips. My tongue slipped into the warmth of her mouth to nudge it gently against the tip of her tongue. I felt a pleasant shiver running down my spine as her hand moved under my shirt to stroke the skin on my stomach.

"I love you." I whispered against her lips when I finally managed to pull back.

"How are you feeling, honey?" I asked her as she took a sip from my coffee cup.

"Hmm," she mumbled, adding a spoon of sugar into the light brown liquid.

"Okay, I guess or maybe a little bit tired. I didn't sleep well."

I took her hand in mine and squeezed it gently. Then I put it to my mouth to blow a feather light over the back of her hand.

"You're not okay, Ali. Don't you think that I can feel it when something is wrong with you?"

"I don't want to talk about the baby thing again. It doesn't matter."

"Oh yes it does." I stated, while I started to draw invisible lines over her bare forearms.

"It's not fair." She croaked out after a few awkward moments of silence.

"I know, Ali. You would be such a wonderful mother. You're patient and generous and you get along so well with Lilly."

"I love Lilly. She's like you. It's like I can see you through her eyes; you as a little girl."

I shook my head.

"I guess that I was practically double her weight when I was her age. My mom told me that I looked like a little baby whale."

"Your mother doesn't seem like a very nice person."

"She's pretty self-absorbed but I guess the way she always picked on me because of my weight had a big influence of the way I see myself."

The phone started ringing and Ali stood up to answer it.

"Hello."

"Jazz?"

"Are you crying?"

"Clean your nose. I can't understand you when you keep sniffing into the receiver like that."

"Yeah, that's better."

"Hmm,"

"She told you what?" A low chuckle left her throat.

"You didn't honestly ask her that did you?"

"No, of course not, Jazz and even if she had, I surely wouldn't tell you about that. It's so none of your business."

"You know what. Go back to sleep. It would help your headache. And when you wake up again, I suggest taking some aspirin."

"Bye, Jazz."

I forced myself to remain calm but I felt the unpleasant feeling of jealousy spreading through my body again.

Slowly I walked over to the countertop and started stirring the ingredients for pancakes in a small glass bowl.

"Hey." Ali mumbled, hugging me tightly from behind.

"You're not jealous again because she called me, are you?"

"No…"

"Bella, I don't love Jazz that way. You really don't have to worry about that. She's just my best friend and once she'll get over this crush thing that has about me…"

"If she does get over it, that is. She needs to move on, seriously."

Ali pulled my hair over my shoulder and planted a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin of my neck.

"My beautiful, jealous, fiancée,"

"I'm sorry for being so jealous, Ali; it's just that I can't understand the relationship between the two of you."

She walked over to the fridge and pulled some strawberries out of it.

"When I discovered that I was gay that was so difficult for me because my family is…well you know how they are like. And Jazz was always there for me back then. It's because of her that I'm so confident about my orientation now."

"Can I ask you something? Did you ever kiss a boy?"

She raised one eyebrow.

"What for?"

"Hmm, I don't know. Just forget it, I shouldn't have asked that."

"Did you ever kiss a girl, apart from me?"

"Once when I was still in school,"

"Was she pretty?"

"Jeez, she had braces and glasses thick like loupes. It was completely awkward and my boyfriend and his stupid friends were cheering in the background. Not really a romantic experience."

"Too bad, that you didn't like the poor girl. Maybe she got some contacts now. Maybe she's hot now."

"You're right. I should probably give her a call to make sure what I'm missing before I marry you, Ali."

I turned around and cupped her beautiful face between my hands.

"I love you, Ali and I'm never going to want to be with someone else."

She stood up on her toes and wrapped her arms around my neck. When I kissed her mouth again, I tasted the fruity sweetness of the strawberries on it."

God, how much better they would taste from her skin…

"Do you want to know why Jasmine called me?"

"You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to."

"No, it's okay."

She started cutting the rest of the strawberries into small pieces.

"She had a little bit much of champagne last night."

"You don't have to tell me about that. Jeez, I can't believe she and Zafrina started singing Yellow Rose of Texas in the middle of the restaurant…"

"I guess singing wasn't the only thing that they did together last night."

"No way, you're kidding me, aren't you?"

She shook her head and giggled.

"I knew it would work, if I got her drunk. Jazz is always so…"

"You did that on purpose?"

"Kind of…"

"You're one evil little pixie and I love you even more for being one."

XXXX

I poured some massage oil on my palms and started massaging it into her tensed shoulders.

"Can I ask you something, Ali?" I whispered into her ear.

"As long as you keep doing what you're doing right now, you can."

I leaned down and planted a kiss on her earlobe before I sucked it between my teeth to nibble on it for a moment.

My fingertips circled over the exposed skin of her back until a noise that sounded almost like a purr left her mouth.

"Ali, I've thought some more about the baby thing…" I stated hesitantly.

She turned around and pulled her shirt down her stomach.

"Why?"

"Because it's important to you, Ali," And you are important to me, I added in my head.

"I feel betrayed somehow." She mumbled.

"It's so unfair…"

"Yes, I know."

"No, you don't, Bella. You don't know how it feels like."

I sighed deeply and pulled her closer.

"I'm here for you, you know? If there is anything that I can do for you, you can tell me."

"Can you just hold me?"

"Kay."

I pulled her closer and started stroking her damp hair with my fingertips.

"If you want to have a baby I could have another for you. I mean, Lilly turned out quite okay, didn't she?"

"You'd do that for me?"

"For us…if it makes you happy, Ali, I'd do it."

"Bella…"

"We don't have to decide about this right now. I mean there's still the divorce and I'd really like to marry you before we should think about a baby."

"Do you want to have a big wedding?"

"Do you?"

"Not really. As long as we don't have to get married in a pink plastic chapel in Vegas, I'll be fine with it."

I kissed her mouth and licked the velvety skin of her lower lip with the tip of my tongue.

Something clinked down in the kitchen and I wondered if the dog was probably trying to eat up the rest of the roast beef I made for dinner. Then I remembered that I had put it in the fridge before we went upstairs. The dog couldn't open the fridge, could he?

Jeez, Bella, you're starting to get a little bit up the pole.

I still had to make sure; he didn't feed himself to death. Lilly would be too upset if something happened to him. Maybe I had to learn to be stricter? Yes, that would be working.

"Fido! Get your furry ass up here this moment, or I'm going to let you sleep in the garage for an entire week!"

"Fido!"

The dog barked downstairs but a few seconds later he rushed into the bed room.

"Bad dog…" I told him and grabbed him by the metal collar around his neck. Then I stood up from the bed and twisted my hair into a lose ponytail.

"Where are you going?" Ali asked me, sitting up.

"'m going downstairs, cleaning up the mess that our dog made in the kitchen. Jeez, that's just what I needed, another person…that I can clean after…

"Come here you, slobber monster." She told him and petted his head for a moment.

"Down!" she instructed.

The dog didn't react, but his dark eyes flew to the opened door. He wouldn't dare to try the same thing twice in the same night?

"Are you deaf or something like that?"

"Down!"

"Good, that's fine. See, you can be a good dog. I want you to stay right where you are until I come back." He whined slightly but kept his head down.

Slowly I walked down the stairs, almost stumbling over something on the last step. I realized that there was light in the kitchen. Had I forgotten to switch it off?

Before I could think more about it, a cold hand grabbed me around my neck from behind so tightly that I had to choke.

"Hello, Mrs. Cullen. How are you feeling?" he whispered into my ear, his breathe sending a wave of fear down my spine. I opened my mouth to gasp for air, or to scream, whatever I would manage to do.

He put his other hand over my mouth.

"One wrong noise and I make sure; it'll be your last one on earth."

When he pulled me closer against him I noticed that he smelled of stale beer and some other alcohol. Did he bathe in that stuff?

"When I'm through with you, Mrs. Cullen, the stupid little bastard won't want to take another look at you. Maybe I'm going to carve my name into your fat ass. Or maybe I'm going to pour bleach into those pretty little chocolate eyes? You know that I always liked them a great deal…"

There was a noise in the background, but it was too difficult to concentrate on anything while I tried to keep breathing through my nose. He wasn't really going to do those things, was he?

A moment later I landed flat on my face, with Edward on top of me his weight knocking the breath out of me. My lungs started burning painfully from the lack of oxygen but to my relief a heartbeat later the weight above me was gone.

A deep growl left the snout of the russet colored dog and I decided spontaneously that I would never speak to him in an unfriendly voice again.

"What is the stupid mutt doing here?" he snarled at me, taking two steps backwards.

"What the hell are you doing here, Edward?" I croaked out hoarsely, my voice still trembling with fear.

"Bella! He didn't hurt you, did he?"

Ali kneeled down next to me and wrapped her arms around me. Was she trembling or was that my body?

"What the fuck are you doing here, Edward?"

"This is still my house and Bella is still my wife and I can do with my stupid cunt of a wife however it pleases me!"

"Watch your mouth!"

"Daddy?"

"Lilly, go to your room!"

"No, I don't want to. Why are you yelling at each other?"

"Sweetie, please go to your room."

"No, she can stay here, if she wants to. Maybe it'll teach her a lesson if she watches me breaking your jaw..."

"Edward, you're drunk and you don't know what you're saying."

"Keep your mouth shut, bastard."

"Don't you dare to lay your hand on her!"

"Who's going to hold me back? Have you forgotten what happened the last time, you stuck your little nose into things that aren't your business at all?"

"Daddy, why are you so angry at Auntie Ali?"

"Because she's a parasitic slut and I should have put a pillow on her face when she was still a baby. Guess, that would have saved me lots of trouble!"

"Stop yelling, it's scaring me."

"Ouch! Ouch…let me go you stupid mutt!" he stumbled out when the dog buried his sharp teeth into his left thigh.

"Call him off!"

"Fido let go."

"See, he won't listen to me. The dog is pretty stubborn."

"Isabella, you can't just watch him use me as his new chew toy. Call him off! Damn it! Ouch…"

Drops of crimson colored blood landed on the kitchen floor and the rusty smell of it made me feel dizzy. I wouldn't faint now, would I?

Ali grabbed the phone with her left hand while her right one stayed around my shoulder.

"Officer Biers, please."

"Yeah, I know how late it is. Could you just get him on the phone for me?"

"Hmm,"

"Because I want him to come over and arrest my asshole of a brother,"

XOXOXOXOXO

[A/N] I hope this chapter turned out okay. It was difficult for me to write. I'm better at writing fluff than drama but every story needs some drama now and then. Leave me some love and press the review button down there.