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I'm happy the t-shirt are such a win! I thought it was funny.


I'm getting tired of the argument going on in here.

After an hour of screaming, and even Rose storming out of the room when no one sided with her Mexico idea—then another half an hour to calm their poor little girl. Daphne is just two years old and so precious. Emmett manages to calm her.

We move to the living room—we've been in the dining room, trying to eat.

Now, that everyone agrees on Europe, a new problem arises. Where in Europe?

Edward insists on Italy and maybe a few days in France.

Rose says that's overrated and wants a tour of a few countries for their parents.

Vic suggests London, getting scowls from her siblings.

But when James and Em join the madness, I want to bang my head against the wall.

Eventually, I go to pour myself some water, and distance myself from the stress in that room. To me, it's amusing the way they bicker, but it gets me agitated as well. And we don't need agitated.

I lean against the sink as I drink and rub a hand over my stomach. It's really standing out—like I have a basketball under my shirt, or something like that.

From the pictures on the Internet and in those books, it's okay to be this big, but there are some women that start showing after six or seven months. I'm only five and I already look like a baby seal.

My ass—don't get me started on that. I really don't care if Edward likes it filled. I don't. It was just perfect before he managed to impregnate me. Though, I like my boobs, but my bras no longer fit.

"Is it a bad time? Do you need a little self-loving?" Emmett asks amused from the doorway.

I quickly drop my hand from my boob, turning red. I point to my shirt. "I'm fat."

"No, you're not. You're just pregnant," he tells me softly. "Though, I really like all these shirts."

I grin. "Yup. Blame Vic. She started the madness by gifting me with a "baby loading" shirt." I rub my stomach. "Do you need anything?"

"Nah. I just needed a break from the crazy people."

"Yeah, me too." I nod, finishing my glass of water.

"Em, where's the bag?" Edward calls out. "Daphne wants her cow."

My heart stops when I see my husband with little Daphne in his arms. He'll be an amazing daddy.

Emmett takes the car keys from his pocket, rushing out of the door.

"Aw, sweetie," I whisper, walking to Edward and Daphne. I brush her tears away, and then I stroke her cheek.

"Want my cow," she whines, hiccupping.

"Your daddy is bringing the cow," Edward tells her, rearranging her in his arms. She studies his face for a moment then puts her head on his shoulder.

My poor heart. I can't take this.

He's too handsome.

"I think she's tired, too," he tells me, rubbing a hand over her back.

I merely nod, staring at how good he looks with a child. A choking sound escape me when Edward drops a kiss on top of little Daphne's head.

"You okay, baby?" he asks, concerned.

I look up at him, seeing his blurry form as a result of my teary eyes. "Just you and our niece—the most beautiful sight."

"One cow coming up for my Princess!" Emmett exclaims, taking Daphne from Edward's arms. She immediately takes the cow and clings to her daddy. "Baby hoggers," he mutters to us, chuckling.

"What, dude?" Edward shouts. "We don't see her enough. How else will I know what to do if you don't let me learn how to be a good daddy?"

"Not on my child!" Emmett holds his daughter to his chest, smirking at us.

"You're mean," I groan, wrapping my arms around Edward's middle. "But don't worry. We'll learn together. Soon." I pat his abdomen, resting my cheek against his defined pecs.

Edward squeezes me close, kissing my head.

Emmett goes back to the living room, leaving us alone.

"Did you decide on something?" I wonder.

He groans loudly. "I left them arguing. I think I'll just go with whatever. As long as they'll like it, it's okay."

"They should. If it's their dream to visit Europe…" I shrug.

"Ungh. I wish they'll listen to me. I heard Mom saying she'd like to visit Rome and Venice but no. Rose still insists on a tour. Like our parents are travelling material."

"Edward, they're not that old. Besides, they're holding up pretty well for late sixties."

"They are," he agrees. "They'll both turn sixty nine this year. Dad already did." He chuckles.

"Whoa! They got married at eighteen?" I ask, surprised.

"Nineteen. They're high school sweethearts."

"That's really nice."

Edward cups my cheek, lowering his head and resting his forehead onto mine. "Let's hope for just as many for us."

I give him a watery grin, threading my fingers through his hair and pressing our lips together. "I love you, baby."

"Hey! Oh, sorry," Victoria apologizes.

"Yeah?" I ask, separating from my man.

"Do you have strawberries? I have a sudden craving." She giggles.

"Don't mention the word craving!" James shouts from the living room. "I'm traumatized."

Edward chuckles, glancing at me. "Do we have?"

"Nope. I finished them a couple days ago."

"I can go to the store. Anything else?" he checks.

"Whipped cream and chocolate. Get lots of them, baby." I wink.

He taps my nose then he's out of the door.

"Wow. Why can't Jimmy do this as well? Without complaint," Vic mumbles, upset.

"I bet James gives you anything you want," I say softly.

"Or not. Sometimes." She shrugs.

"Aw, honey." I hug her.

"So, any plans for your birthday?" she asks, waggling her eyebrows.

"I've no idea. Dad's been bugging me to visit, so maybe we'll go there."

*BH*

I didn't lie when I told Vic about visiting Dad on my birthday. He invited us to stay for the weekend, but I'm not sure I want my whole weekend spent like that.

We won't be able to do much.

On Friday, in the late afternoon, we're ready to hit the road. Bags are packed and stowed in the trunk of my car and Spaz is in the back, owning the backseat—because I know he won't stay in his cage.

"Anything else?" Edward asks, bringing the snack bag with him.

"I think we have everything," I say through the open window of my car. "The only thing missing is my hubby."

He smirks at me. "Let me lock up."

Once he slides behind the wheel, he leans over the console—one hand on my bulging stomach, one hand on my cheek as he kisses me deeply.

"What was that for?" I ask, amused.

"Just because I love you. A lot," Edward whispers, nuzzling a spot behind my ear. With one last kiss on my neck, he straightens and starts the car.

"You always manage to surprise me. I like that," I confess.

"I'll keep surprising you."

I put my seatbelt on, turning to glance at the pup. He's sprawled on the seat, half asleep. If only he'll be quiet for the duration of the drive.

I slip my sunglasses on my nose, toe my shoes off and put my feet up on the dashboard, folding my hands over my stomach. It's relaxing.

I watch my husband, tapping his fingers to the steering wheel, humming along with the music on the iPod, paying attention to the road at the same time. Multitasking geek.

"When do we have the doctor appointment?" he suddenly asks, pulling me out my thoughts.

"Tuesday. I think. Let me check." I reach in the backseat for my bag only to have Spaz grab the strap and start to pull. "No!" I hiss. "Come on. This isn't your toy." I snatch one of his squeaking toys and throw it in his direction. It distracts him enough for me to get my bag into the front seat.

"He was all funny and shit until he started chewing my socks," Edward mutters.

"Your dirty socks," I point out.

He chuckles amused. I take my phone out of the bag and go to the calendar application.

"Yes, Tuesday is the appointment. Why?" I question.

"Sucks. After a long argument with James, I'm going to Seattle to seal the deal with the pharmaceutical company."

"Aw, man. Can't he send someone else?" I protest, throwing my bag in the back, but keeping my phone.

"You know we don't usually send others for such meetings. Only once did he send me away while I was a supervisor, but that was only because he trusts me."

"Well then, I hope you can convince him to send some other supervisor. Look, Jake's been in the company for as long as me. He's great."

Edward throws me an amused look. "You can't win, baby. He's not a good negotiator. We sent him a couple times in the city to seal some deals, and he came back with his tail between his legs."

I pout, but leave it be. I'll try persuading him later. Or simply, I'll have to convince James to go to Seattle.

Vic just had her appointment so they're clear for another month.

When we arrive, Dad is the first out of the house. I get out of the car, surprised when he hugs me.

"I missed you, Bells. Whoa!" He stares at my stomach. "Five months, you say?"

I smile sheepishly. "Blame Junior. He's hungry all the time." I shrug.

"Oh, so you know. Is it a boy?" He touches my stomach affectionately.

"No, we don't. That's Bella's wishful thinking," Edward comments, opening the back door for Spaz. He jumps out, shakes his small body vigorously to our amusement, before he walks to the back wheel and pees on it.

"You little devil! There are tons of trees around here!" Edward moans.

As if nothing happened, Spaz walks to Dad once he's done, and starts sniffing his feet.

"You're lucky he just peed," I joke.

"Yeah. No joke," Edward says seriously. "I had no idea why he was sniffing me so insistently the other day, then suddenly, he circles me and raises his leg. I wanted to throw him out."

"Look how cute he is. How can you want to harm him?" I wonder, crouching as best as I can. Spaz comes to me, rising on his back legs and licking my outstretched hand.

"Why are you keeping our guests outside, Charlie?" Sue asks amused, coming out of the house. "My dears." She smiles at us.

I stand up, levering myself on the car's hood. I hate not being able to do much because of my belly. It's in the way—a lot.

"Sue." Edward beams at her, wrapping his long arms around her. He whispers something in her ear, making her giggle and shake her head.

I share an amused look with Dad, as we watch our respective supposes going back inside like two old buddies.

"Did she cook her special paella?" I ask, rising an eyebrow.

"How did you know?"

"I just lost my husband to your wife's cooking, Dad. It was a mistake to allow him to taste that."

He laughs heartily, putting his arm around me, taking the remaining bag. "Let's head back inside."

As suspected, they're in the kitchen. Sue is holding a wooden spoon to my husband's mouth—he doesn't even bother to blow on it before taking the whole thing in his mouth.

It sucks that I'm rubbish at cooking paella. I tried a few times, but never got it right. We have to satisfy our need of seafood with the frozen bags we can buy at the supermarket. It's not as tasty as Sue's, of course.

Edward moans, licking his lips.

"No more, mister," Sue chides him, playfully pushing him toward the door.

"You've got to teach me," I tell her, patting Edward's arm in an I've got you way.

"Maybe another time," she says cheerfully.

"It's our trick to have you visit more often," Dad chimes in, chuckling.

"God, baby. We need to move here."

"Uh, no. I'll get it right one of these days," I promise him.

"Good luck with that. You don't know the special ingredient," Sue tells me, grinning from ear to ear.

"Or, you can visit. You never came over," Edward says contemplatively. "On Thanksgiving, you're invited. Without the paella, you're not allowed through the gates."

"Lots of paella," I add.