I slammed the car door harder than necessary and slumped down into the passenger seat of Esme's car, letting out a huff of exasperation. I could feel Esme's eyes on me, but I didn't glance her way. Instead, I kept my eyes forward, praying that she would let it go and just get me home.
"Everything okay?" she asked gently.
I rolled my eyes and bit my tongue to keep from making a sarcastic comment.
"Fine," I snapped, willing my tears to stay at bay until I could be alone.
It was bad enough being the joke of the school, but I couldn't stand it if my family thought that of me as well. Alice was my only friend — which was perfectly fine — but there was only so much she could do to stick up for me when the bullies came out. And really, it wasn't her fight anyway. Not that that ever stopped her. She was constantly fighting my battles for me, and threatening bodily harm to those who dared to cross our path. The problem was we were just two girls in a sea of bodies. Everyone knew that I was knocked up, but what the idiots didn't take in to consideration, was that I would have already given birth if I had been pregnant when they'd first suspected it! But now that the pregnancy was definitely confirmed, thanks to my growing stomach, the rumors were relentless and their hatred was all-consuming. The kids of Forks High had it out for me, and they were out for blood. I just didn't understand why.
I knew what my issue was, though. I was better than any of the school kids my age. I was a married woman with a child of my own on the way, and I didn't have time for their immaturity. I was on such a different level than the rest of them, but no one else in my family could see it. The only place I felt like I really belonged was at home with Edward. It was the only place I ever truly wanted to be, even if he was currently driving me insane when I was home.
After getting the official word that I was pregnant, Edward changed dramatically. I couldn't walk from the office to the kitchen without him asking me where I was going or just following me around the house. It was like he believed that if he didn't have his eye on me every minute of every day, something would happen to me or our child. I couldn't blame him for being overprotective, but I did blame him for driving me up the wall. I also realized that I was getting away with a lot more, and I couldn't help but test that theory every once in a while. He was allowing me to be snippy with him, which was a complete change in demeanor from the way he used to act. The first time I snapped at him, I thought for sure I was going to get a spanking, but he surprised me by just giving me a verbal warning.
I was sitting in the office, reading a book for English while Edward got some work done, when the overwhelming urge to pee hit me. It was so strong that I thought I was going to wet myself right there on the sofa. Without saying a word, I scrambled up quickly and raced for the door.
"Where do you think you're going? You're not done with you're reading assignment!" Edward snapped. I really felt like my bladder was going to explode, so I held one finger up — silently telling him that I'd be back in a minute — and continued for the door. "Don't you walk out on me! I asked you a question!"
Frustrated that I'd have to clean up a huge mess if he didn't let me go, I stopped and turned to him. "If you must know, I'm going to go pee. The baby must have moved or something and is squishing my bladder. If I don't go now, I'm going to end up making a big, disgusting mess all over the floor." I didn't wait for him to answer. I spun around and ran down the hall as quick as I could.
Once I was on the toilet, I felt so much better. I must have peed for five minutes straight because Edward came barging into the bathroom, wondering what was taking me so long.
"You're still peeing?" he asked.
"Yes! I told you I had to pee. If I'd waited any longer, I wouldn't have made it in here. I don't know what's wrong. Like I said, I guess the baby is lying on my bladder."
Edward still looked pissed. "I want you back in my office the second you're done in here." Without another word, he turned around and walked out, leaving the bathroom door wide open so he could hear when I flushed.
I knew I was in trouble, I just hoped he didn't decide to spank me for running out on him. It was wrong to leave without his permission, and I knew it.
Once I was finished, I washed my hands and then returned to his office to stand in the doorway. "Come sit down," he ordered without ever looking up from his computer. That wasn't a good sign, but I knew if I hesitated, whatever punishment was coming would be even worse.
Quietly, I walked back to my place on the couch and took my seat. "Who am I?" he asked in a hard voice.
"You're my husband," I responded immediately.
"Well, you're not respecting me like a wife should respect her husband," he said with a slightly raised voice. "Do you ever hear my mother talking to my father that way?" He didn't wait for me to answer. "No, you don't, because my mother knows what it means to be a wife. She knows how to respect my father because she loves him. He is everything to her."
I felt the tears welling up in my eyes at his words. He didn't come right out and say it, but he was implying that I didn't love him — that he wasn't my entire world. "I'm sorry. I love you so much. You are all I have. You are all I need. You're everything to me, Edward."
I moved beside him and knelt on the ground by his feet, willing him to believe me. I would be lost without him. "You need to watch how you talk to me. You say you love me and that I'm everything to you, but then you treat me like crap. Maybe you weren't ready to be my wife, after all."
I grabbed his hands as the tears streamed down my face. "No, I am ready. I promise. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm trying. I really am. I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Then watch your attitude. I know I've been lenient with you since you got pregnant, but that doesn't mean I don't still want or deserve your respect. You're my wife; start acting like it."
After that 'talk', I stopped trying to push boundaries that didn't need to be pushed. I was making a conscious effort to prove to my husband that I did love him, and that I was the perfect wife for him. It was hard in the beginning of the pregnancy, simply because I was so tired and it took all I had just to clean. We ate out a lot at first, but once I was feeling better, I was back to cooking. And whenever we had down time, Edward never failed to show me his own love for me by rubbing my feet or back after a long day of school. I enjoyed the attention he gave me, and everything he did made me love him more, if that was even possible.
Once the second trimester started, I began to notice a definite change in my emotions and my increased libido, which Edward was taking full advantage of. Sex was the only thing I wanted, and Edward was more than willing to provide. Just by playing with my sensitive nipples, he had me coming undone in his arms, which he absolutely loved. The only thing we both could have lived without, were my mood swings. Some days nothing made me happy, and it looked like today was going to be one of those days.
"Want to talk about what happened?" Esme asked gently.
"Same as every other crappy day," I groaned. "I'm sorry, but summer can't get here soon enough. I can't stand school. I know this is supposed to help, but I really don't see how going to school can help anything! I'm good with talking to people now. I call and make all my own appointments and do all the food shopping, so I really don't think I need to go to school," I cried as tears fell silently down my face.
"You need to calm down. All this stress is not good for the baby," Esme said sadly.
I knew that she was just as lost about the situation as I was, and that if she could, she would do anything to help me. It wasn't our place, though, and so far, Edward wasn't budging on his idea of me finishing High School in the public school system.
"Then I really need to leave school!" I exclaimed as Esme started the car. "That's what stresses me out the most. All the stupid kids talk about me and spread rumors. I'm doing my best to ignore it, but sometimes I just can't!" I half yelled.
"Bella, you need to calm d..." Esme had started to say before I cut her off.
"I need to stay home!" I snapped.
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I immediately regretted them. My anger was misplaced, and I knew Esme didn't deserve it. I was just frustrated and had no one else I could vent to.
"Maybe you should lie down for a bit when you get home, before Edward gets there," Esme suggested softly.
I bit my tongue before I could say anything else, and settled for nodding my head. She was right: the last thing I needed was a repeat of a few nights ago.
"Bella, I can't turn the heat down any lower," Edward argued sleepily. "Otherwise I'll freeze."
I groaned and sat up in bed, brushing my sweaty hair from my forehead.
"Can we at least get a fan or something to put in here and just have it aimed directly at me then? I can't sleep when I'm this hot," I whined, throwing myself back down onto my pillow.
"Sure, Baby," Edward yawned. "I'll pick you up one tomorrow on my way home from work."
I rolled my eyes as he rolled back over, pulling the comforter up to his chin. Big baby. It wasn't even cold in here!
"Why can't I have one now?" I persisted.
I knew that I was being unreasonable, but being hot made me cranky, and when I was too hot, it was impossible to sleep. The baby was like a little tiny radiator inside of me.
"Because it's in the middle of the fucking night!" Edward snapped. "Go to sleep."
I closed my eyes as my stomach churned in anger. He didn't even care. After a few minutes of tossing and turning Edward finally had enough.
"I'm sleeping on the fucking couch," he grumbled, pushing himself out of bed.
I sat straight up then, my heart freezing.
"What?"
"I said I'm sleeping on the couch. You're being an unreasonable brat, acting like nothing but a spoiled child!" he growled.
I felt like I couldn't breathe as I watched him make his way out of the bedroom, slamming the door closed behind him. I don't know how long I laid there in bed, but it felt like hours before my tears ran dry and I felt calm enough to go to him.
I slowly made my way downstairs and saw Edward on the couch, right where he said he would be. Only, he didn't look comfortable at all. His feet were dangling off the end, and his neck was at an awkward angle. Why didn't he make me sleep down here instead? As I stood above him, I could tell he wasn't sleeping, but he wasn't opening his eyes to me either. I sighed out softly and dropped to my knees beside him.
"Edward?" I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry, Baby."
His lips twitched, but he said nothing.
"You're right; I'm acting ridiculous. I'm just lucky that you love me and put up with me. Our baby just makes me extra hot at night," I said, trying to explain my actions.
I smiled as his fingers came up and took a hold of mine before he brought them to his lips for a quick kiss.
"Our baby seems to make you a lot of things," he said.
I nodded and looked down. "I've never been pregnant before, and all these emotions are so completely new to me that I don't know how to handle them," I admitted.
"We'll work through it," he yawned. "But for now, you need to get back to bed. You have school in the morning."
I grimaced at being reminded that I had school the next day, and inside, I knew that was truly my problem. My emotions couldn't handle petty high school students any longer.
"Why didn't you make me sleep on the couch?" I asked.
Edward scoffed and sat up, running a hand over his face tiredly. "Because you are pregnant," he replied. "And you can hardly get comfortable as it is, I'm not about to make it worse by making you sleep down here. It just made more sense for me to."
I cried silently as his love washed over me. He was so selfless, and I was nothing more than a selfish jerk.
"Please come to bed," I whispered.
When we arrived at the house, I exited the car without a word. I let myself inside and set the alarm once I locked the door.
Edward had given me my own key to our house about a month ago. I smiled to myself as I remembered that day. That was the day that Edward showed me that he trusted me completely.
Once I was inside the house, I kicked off my shoes and did my best to get out of the mood I was in. I picked up and did the little bit of homework I had before throwing together a quick dinner. I left it in the warmer until Edward arrived home, but as time went on my foul mood seemed to be worsening. I was starving, but I knew I wasn't supposed to eat without him. If he wasn't home soon, though, I was going to eat, regardless of the repercussions. I knew that would get me in trouble, but I don't think he had taken in to account that I wanted to eat all the time lately.
By the time he had gotten home, my mood was even worse due to the fact that I was so hungry. As soon as I heard the car pull into the driveway, I rushed to get dinner on the table.
"May I eat, please?" I asked as soon as he shut the door.
"Hey, Baby. How was your day?" he asked sweetly.
I rolled my eyes and bit my tongue to keep from snapping at him. He knew what he was doing.
"Same as any other crappy day. I'm starving; may I eat?" I asked again.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, placing his hand on my belly.
"Hungry," was my only answer. I felt like I would pass out if I didn't eat something soon.
"I truly hope eating will get you out of this rotten mood you're in," he said as I walked away from him.
All I heard was that I could eat. I quickly sat down and shoveled forkful after forkful of pasta into my mouth. I looked to my husband because I could feel his eyes on me. He was watching me as he took his gun belt off and untucked his shirt. He unbuttoned it and laid it on the banister of the stairs.
"Pasta again?" he asked as he sat down.
"It's fast and easy," I said with a full mouth. I couldn't seem to eat it fast enough to settle my hunger.
"I want something better tomorrow. Something that doesn't take ten minutes to make," he grumbled.
"I don't know what you want from me."
"I want you to do what is expected of you here!" he said, raising his voice.
Finishing off the rest of my dinner, I stood up from the table, my chair making a loud sound as it scraped across the floor.
"Fine!" I said harshly.
I knew tears were only moments away, though I did my best not to cry. As I rinsed my plate off, I saw Edward place his arms on either side of me, caging me in.
"Look, I know this pregnancy is wreaking havoc on your emotions. I know you hate going to school every day, but I also know that if you don't lose this little attitude you have with me right now, you will get a spanking. I have let you get away with a lot lately, but I'm sick of you having this bitchy attitude every single day," he whispered menacingly.
His whispers were worse than when he yelled. He sounded more…dangerous.
I took a deep breath and nodded my head. I knew he had let me get away with a lot the last few months, and I knew I was on the verge of getting a spanking.
"I'm sorry about dinner, but the baby wanted pasta," I explained.
"It's fine," he chuckled. "But next time, add some meat and vegetables to the sauce," he said, kissing my temple.
I knew that even though doing that would add to my already busy days, it would make him happy, and that's all I really wanted.
"Deal," I agreed easily, wrapping myself into his arms.
The rest of the night went better, and I was able to curve my mood a bit, though it helped that I fell asleep before eight o'clock as Edward and I watched TV.
The next day at school was my final breaking point, though. Between Jessica and Lauren out to get me, it was only a matter of time. They said and did anything they could to get a rise out of me, and I had always been able to either brush it off or walk away. I didn't care what they had to say about me or my marriage, but when they started saying horrible things about my child...I flipped.
"So, Bella," Jessica said as she sat next to Alice at our lunch table. "Did you hear the new rumor?"
"Since you're the one that makes up such rumors, why don't you just tell me," I said, already bored with her antics.
"Oh, Bella, you're so funny. I was just wondering if it was true that once this baby is born, you'll be a millionaire."
"What are you talking about?" Alice asked as we both looked at her in confusion.
"You're selling the baby, right?" I stared at her for a split second before I reacted. My arm swung across the table, and my fist met her face. Hard. Jessica screamed like I had killed her. I got up calmly from my chair and headed for her again.
"I'm so sick of you running your mouth about me!" I yelled as I went to hit her again.
Before I could connect with her once more, a small body stepped into my line of sight, pulling me back.
"Bella, stop. This isn't you," Alice said as she brought me back down to earth a bit.
"Cullen! Stanley! Office, now!" Mr. Smith yelled as he came up to us.
"I think she broke my nose," Jessica cried.
"You're welcome. Now maybe your nose will fit your face," I said.
"Enough! I don't want to hear another word out of either of you," Mr. Smith said as he handed Jessica a handful of paper towels.
Alice handed me my bag, and I followed Mr. Smith and a wailing Jessica to Mr. Banner's office. I knew I was in trouble. I knew better than to hit someone. I hated being hit...I knew better. I could feel the tears burning in the corners of my eyes, but not because I was sorry for what I had done…I just couldn't believe I had the audacity to hit her. I raised a fist to another person. That pain that I used to have to endure daily…I just brought that on somebody else.
"I'm calling my mom and the cops! You won't get away with this," Jessica cried as we made it to the office.
"I will call both your parents," Mr. Banner said, walking out of his office with Mr. Smith.
"You better call the cops as well, because I'm pressing charges for assault," Jessica said as I rolled my eyes.
Did she not remember who my husband was? Edward was the cops.
Mr. Smith stayed with Jessica and I as Mr. Banner called everyone that needed to be notified. She sat there and wailed while I placed my elbows on my knees and bowed my head, covering my ears. Her screeching was giving me a killer headache. I was grateful when Mr. Banner called her into his office to hear her side of what happened. I smiled when I heard Mr. Banner call Alice and Lauren to the office. At that point, I didn't care if anyone believed me or not. I did what I did, and now I would take any of the consequences that were coming to me.
What was the worst that they could do? Expel me? That would be my reward. Not my punishment.
"Bella," Mr. Banner said as a sobbing Jessica came back out. I walked into his office and waited for him to take his seat. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"A lot of things had been said about my husband and me, but I've never let any of it bother me. Today she said she heard I was selling our child and I lost it," I sighed.
"We have zero tolerance for fighting," he said, shaking his head. "I will have to suspend you for the rest of the week."
"That's fine; I understand," I said, smiling on the inside, knowing I was getting a mini vacation.
"As of right now, Jessica wants to press charges against you, but I will talk her out of it. I know you have gone through a lot recently. I'm not deaf, nor am I stupid. I've heard what has been said about you, and it will end today. I should have done something sooner, but you have never complained," he said, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry for causing so much trouble," I whispered.
He stood from his chair, telling me to go back to the front office and take a seat. My stomach dropped when I saw Edward, along with Jasper and Emmett, in the office. There was an older woman sitting beside them glaring at the three of them, and I assumed it was Jessica's mother.
"Thank you everyone for coming in. Let me speak with Alice and Lauren, and then we will all have a sit down," Mr. Banner said, motioning for Alice to follow him.
Alice gave me a tiny smile and squeezed my hand briefly before following Banner.
I looked down and avoided eye contact with Edward as I took my seat beside him; I knew he was more than angry with me. Alice walked out sooner than I thought she would, and Lauren was quickly let in. Alice headed out of the office, brushing Jasper's hand on her way. I smiled to myself when I saw that, and noticed that I wasn't the only one.
"Call me later," she said before walking out.
A few minutes later, Lauren came out with her head bowed and tears running down her face.
"You can all pile into my office, now," Mr. Banner called from the inside.
Jessica was quick to jump up, and I slowly followed. I was surprised when I felt Edward's hand on my back; it made me feel better.
"I want her removed from this school," Jessica's mother ranted immediately before the door had even shut all the way.
"Ms. Stanley that will not be happening for the simple fact that I would have to show your daughter the same courtesy," Mr. Banner said as her mother went into a rage.
"My child was assaulted and you are threatening to remove her? What is wrong with this school?!"
"Yes," Mr. Banner said in a final tone. "Not only is there a zero tolerance policy with fighting, but the same goes for bullying. Bella has endured enough, and it ends here. I wish Bella would have come to me, but she didn't, and now she will be suspended for the rest of the week."
"Can we be filled in on what happened?" Emmett asked.
"Jessica asked Bella if she was selling her baby after it was born, and Bella struck her. Everyone's story has matched — minus Jessica's — so I have to believe that is the truth. As I've told Bella, I'm neither deaf nor stupid. I know what has been said throughout my school, and I know where every rumor has been started," he said, looking directly at Jessica. "Ms. Stanley, if you feel the need to press charges, then that is your choice, but if you choose to do so, I will have to suggest that Bella press harassment charges against your daughter, as well."
The room was quiet as Jessica and her mother stared at one another. I looked down at my stomach as I started to feel sick. I was too stressed I think.
"I think we are done here. Is Jessica being punished for something that was not her fault?" her mother asked.
"Yes; she needs to leave for the day, and she is suspended for tomorrow too. This is her one and only warning. If she harasses anyone or starts another rumor about someone in this school, she will be expelled. The bruising says her nose is probably broken, so she should be seen by a doctor," Mr. Banner said before turning to me. "Same for you, Bella; if you fight with one more student you too will be expelled."
"I understand," I said with a head nod.
"How long is she suspended for?" Edward asked.
"The rest of the week," Mr. Banner explained.
"Um...no one deserves to be hit, so I'm sorry I hit you," I said, trying to be sincere.
"Whatever," she mumbled into the paper towel covering her face.
"Thank you for coming in, Officers," Mr. Banner said. I stood to leave and Edward took my hand as we left the school.
"She's got a good arm on her. I'd be careful if I was you," Emmett said, hitting Edward in the chest.
"Funny," Edward said dryly.
"Is Alice okay?" Jasper asked, turning to me.
"Um...I think so. She stood between Jessica and I when I went to hit her a second time," I shrugged.
"Why were you going to hit her a second time?" Edward asked.
"Because once didn't feel like enough," I whispered, looking down.
I still wasn't sorry that I hit her, but I didn't like seeing my husband's disappointment.
"Loved your apology to, her by the way. I've heard more sincere apologies from felons who have committed murder," Jasper said as he and Emmett burst into laughter.
"I hate her. She makes my life way more difficult than it needs to be," I snapped.
"Knocking her up has made her very bold..." Emmett said with another laugh. "I don't think I have heard her be so snarky. I like it, and I know Rose would just love to see this side to her."
"We've got to go," Edward said, pulling me away from the two laughing hyena's.
Once Edward and I were in the car with the doors closed, I sat and waited for him to yell or something. Instead, he said nothing. The ride home was silent and filled with tension, and I could feel my heart racing at what was to come. I knew I was in a heap of trouble, I just didn't know what my punishment would be.
"I'm done with you. I'm done with it all. I have been as patient as I can be, but you have pushed me too far. I think I have given you too much leeway! Do we need to go back to the way we were? Do I need tell you to do everything? Take your keys away? Put you in the closet?!" he yelled as he slammed the front door behind him.
I flinched back as tears immediately began coursing down my cheeks.
"No!" I yelled quickly. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"I don't think you are!" he yelled back. "Let's go! I have to get back to work," he snapped as he sat on the trunk at the end of our bed.
I sobbed through my spanking and up until I fell asleep after Edward went back to work. That was the first spanking I had received in almost two months.
Throughout the rest of the week, Alice brought me all the work that I missed while I was out of school. I also found out that I would have to stay after school for three days to make up tests that I was going to miss. There was nothing I could do about it, though. It sucked because it was going to throw off my schedule at home, but I didn't let that upset me for long. Staying home alone and not having to endure whispers or stares or hurtful words everywhere I went, was such a change for me that it felt like nothing could bring me down. I was happier and in better spirits than I could ever remember being in. Esme would come over and spend the days with me, and while I cleaned, we talked and laughed and it was just like before.
I also spent my afternoons cooking up elaborate meals for Edward for dinner, and making nice lunches for him to bring with him to work. I even made enough for him to bring some to Emmett and Jasper. My time at home was spent cleaning, cooking, and doing what work I was missing from school. I had never been happier.
Esme wasn't the only one to see a change in my attitude. Edward saw the change in me by the end of the first day. School was my problem, and he was a happier husband by the end of the week. We had a long talk one night, and I told him everything Jessica had ever said. I told him I just wanted to ignore her, but when she talked about our baby I just snapped. Edward said I had to finish the school year, but that we would figure something else out for my last year. I was very happy about that. Knowing that I never had to go back to that dreaded hell hole, made the rest of my school days more bearable.
As the days went by, my doctor appointments became more frequent. Edward and I loved going to each one, and every time, we were able to hear the baby's heartbeat. To us, there was no greater sound in the world. Everything was going perfectly with the pregnancy, and I couldn't have been happier. Not only did I love to hear the baby's heart, but I loved to see the smile on Edward's face. He was such a proud daddy, and I was glad I could make him so happy. I couldn't wait to find out what we were having. Edward said as soon as we knew, we could start shopping! I had so much to look forward to. The thought of setting up the nursery brought the brightest smile to my face. I just couldn't wait for my baby to arrive.
~~~AOMM~~~~
"Hey, Baby," Edward said as he answered his phone.
"Hi. I just got home, and I was wondering if it would be okay to maybe take a nap and have you bring something home for dinner?" I questioned, stifling a yawn.
"That's fine. Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm just tired," I said as I stripped out of my clothes before climbing into bed.
It had been a long day at school with surprise quizzes and extra work, and I was just more drained than usual.
"Do you feel sick?"
"No," I sighed.
"Do you need me?"
"Just some sleep," I said as he hummed.
"Glad to know you don't need me," he said, hanging up on me.
I blinked at the phone in confusion for a moment before sighing and snuggling into the covers. I knew he was mad, but there was nothing I could do about it. The smartest thing to do now was get as much sleep as possible before he came home, and beg for forgiveness then. Something had set him off, and I knew that nothing I could say would help.
"Time to get up, now!" Edward said loudly as I jumped out of bed.
"Oh, you're home early," I said smiling, my heart racing.
He had scared the crap out of me.
"I'm late, actually," he snapped.
I looked at the clock to see it was seven at night. I couldn't believe I had slept for so long.
"I didn't know it was so late," I apologized.
"I can tell. You did nothing today!"
"I know, I'm sorry. I'll do extra tomorrow," I said, hoping to appease him.
"Like it matters. It's not like you need me."
"Stop that! I always need you. I'm sorry for today, I was just tired," I said as I stretched.
"What are you going to do once the baby is here? You won't be able to sleep all day," he said, throwing on some sweats.
"I know. I'm sorry," I said as I felt tears fill my eyes. "Would you like me to make our plates?"
"Just one plate," he said as I nodded.
I guess I lost the privilege of feeding myself. I knew me needing him was something he needed to not only hear but to physically see as well, so I would happily give it to him. During dinner, I asked for every bite of food, and thanked him for feeding us afterwards. I also placed his hand on my stomach once we were finished eating, and told him that our baby was thriving and growing because he kept the both of us well nourished.
That night, I showed my husband my need and gratitude for him in all the ways a wife would show her spouse.
~~~~AOMM~~~~
Soon, school ended and summer began. I was officially a senior in high school, but more importantly, I was that much closer to becoming a mother to a baby girl. Once we had found out we were having a girl, we began shopping for her like crazy. Within a day, we had most of what we needed for her, and we were both over the moon. Life couldn't get much better.
Well, that was until there was a knock on our front door. Edward and I were cuddled on the couch for the night, and he was rubbing my belly that was now very prominent when we were interrupted.
"Hey, guys," Edward said cheerfully.
I got up and headed to see who our company was. I smiled when I saw three of his fellow officers.
"Oh, I didn't know you were all coming over. Would you like something to drink?" I asked, giving them all a smile as they walked over the threshold.
"That won't be necessary, Bella. We're here on official business," Emmett said as I cocked my head to the side. The officer I had never met stepped forward and I backed away.
"I'm sorry, Man," Jasper said sadly.
"Edward, Bella, you both need to come down to the station for questioning," the officer I didn't know said.
"For what?" Edward asked in a harsh tone.
"Man, this is bad," Emmett said, shaking his head.
"For what?" Edward asked again through clenched teeth.
"Kidnapping, taking a minor over state lines, and...murder..."
Now that can't be good…and now you have to wait till next Monday to find out what happened. Did any of you see that one coming?
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