Chapter Twenty One: Moving Day

"I felt him," I smile.

Rosalie held my hand to her stomach, she was 18 weeks pregnant and looked incredibly happy. She and Emmett had come a long way. Esme was over the moon, Carlisle concerned but happy too.

Everything was turning up nice. Edward had started his new job, and he loved it. His father hadn't loved the idea and still had yet to come around. Esme really only called him, Edward avoiding conversing with his Father. Esme had been supportive of us moving in together and was excited to spend more time with me. I'd seen them a handful of times since lunch, each one Carlisle had been friendly but cold to Edward.

"He just thinks he knows what's best. It takes time with these things. Carlisle has been Edward's role model for a long time and I guess Carlisle grew to love that feeling. Now he's taking a different path to Carlisle, it's unfamiliar so he worries," Esme had explained.

I pushed the negative thoughts from my head and concentrated on my best friend's growing belly.

"I can't wait to smell his head," I say, "like that baby smell. It's incredible."

"Well you can babysit whenever you like," Rosalie smiles at me sadly.

My bags were all packed and ready to go, the boys loading them into the car. Jasper had even come to help. Alice ordered them around, screeching when they dropped or scratched furniture.

"I'll come to visit. It's only a 10-minute drive," I say.

"But you won't be across the hallway," she says, "and I don't want to live with a boy."

Rosalie would be moving in with Emmett. They were moving her things out too. Emmett had banned Rose from moving off the couch to help and for just five minutes I wanted to sit with her and reminisce about my short stay here.

"I'll get you air freshener," I lean in hugging her tightly, "and a secret stash of chocolate."

"My boy is so much grosser than yours," she mutters, "Edward is classy even though he's a smug, arrogant piece of…"

"Ready?" Edward interrupts.

He looks sweaty but sexy in his moving day clothes. In an unsurprising fashion choice, he'd thrown on a cap, jeans and a grey t-shirt. Watching those muscles flex all day lifting our things was incredible.

"Can you not," Rose snaps, "I'm hormonal, carrying your nephew and I'm having a fucking moment."

"Sorry," Edward smirks, "I just wanted my girlfriend."

"She was mine first," Rose sneers at him.

"When will you just accept the fact deep down you love me, Rose," he sits down beside me on the couch wrapping his arm around my shoulders pulling me in.

Rosalie rolls her eyes and rubs her stomach.

"Even I'm struggling with that smell," I pull back laughing, "you need to shower."

"Join me?" He kisses my cheek.

"Disgusting," she grumbles standing up fleeing into the other room where her boyfriend is.

"This is our new chapter," he says, "I can't wait to see what it does for us. We could paint, redecorate. I need to christen every room."

"Relax," I laugh, "you are just like a little child at Disneyland."

"But I get to take the princess home," he tickles my sides.

I laugh squirming as he leans over me, not relenting from his vicious tickle attack. Kicking my legs I try to push his hands away.

"Edward," Emmett snaps from across the room, "Move your fat ass and stop harassing your girlfriend. I need to put the couch in the truck."

"Help him," I knock Edward's arm, "go on."

He makes a face at me before standing to grab the opposite end, I stand as they lift it. I wouldn't be a woman if I didn't watch the flex of Edward's biceps.

"Stop gawking at him," Emmett teases, "you wouldn't be staring if I told you about the great bedwetting of… oofft."

Edward shoved the lounge into Emmett pushing him back into the wall beside it. I laugh and roll my eyes at the pair of them.

"Tell me later," I wink at Emmett as he follows Edward out the door.

Staring at the empty space in his closet is overwhelming. This was about to become my life too.

"You know, you don't have to unpack tonight. Let's order pizza and watch a movie tonight, we can snuggle and kiss," he smirks, "christen the living room. I could even run us a bath and we could snuggle under the bubbles."

"I'm just taking it all in," I smile, "Do you think your dad will come around?"

"Bella," he sighs.

"No. I just get worried. He's your dad and you need to patch things up," I say.

"This is really bothering you, huh?" he tilts my face up to look into his eyes.

"Yep," I nod, "I feel like I'm to blame."

"You're not. I stayed because of you. I may have taken that job if it weren't for you, but life didn't have that planned for me. You were planned for me," he says, "I'm not letting my career rule me again. You first."

I stare into his eyes and smile, taking his hand.

"Would it help if I go and spoke to him?" he asks.

"I think it needs to be on your own accord," I say, "I don't want to push you into doing anything."

"I'll go tomorrow after work," he nods, "for now I want you."

He pulls me up and into his arms, my legs wrap around his torso, my arms around his neck. With his lips, he lines up kisses down my neck.

"Baby," he whispers, "Know that no matter what I'll always be here."

"Promise," I smile.

"Promise," he laughs, kissing me deeply with more passion than I thought possible.

I had the day off work to start unpacking my things. My progress was coming along nicely.

When my phone rings I answer with a smile, seeing Edward's name flash up on the screen.

"I can't fucking believe him," he growls down the phone, "he offered me a job."

"Edward wait a minute. Calm down," I sigh, "where are you?"

"On my way home," he says.

"Please tell me you're on driving on the phone angry," I say.

"Hands-free," he growls out, "he actually offered me a job. After all that shit he put me through he offered me a job. Do you know why - because he'd prefer me to be a surgeon there where he can keep an eye on me rather than a surgeon nearby. He said basically if I don't want to build up a reputable career that I can suck there."

"He said that?" I'm shocked.

"He may as well have. Not in those exact words," he says.

"You need to pull over. You're too angry to drive," I plead, "please. If you're angry you need to stop and calm down."

"I'm fine. I'll be home soon, beautiful," he sighs, "I love you."

When we hang up I have a sinking feeling. When he still doesn't arrive home 20 minutes after I would expect him to be home.

As soon as an unfamiliar number flicks up my heart sinks.

Esme's voice sounds panicked the moment she begins to speak.

"Bella, there's been an accident," Esme begins.

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