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10/11/2022


Chapter 13

BPOV


It's been about three weeks since the accident. After the first week, I was ready to go back to work, but Momma Whitlock insisted that I stay home as long as I needed to heal. She also said it would be okay for me to work from home. There was a courier at my door the next day with enough manuscripts to keep me busy for about a week.

Jasper was on the mend at home, too. We hadn't seen each other since the day I was released from the hospital. He bitched and moaned because he didn't get to go home until two days after me. His injuries were more extensive than mine and they wanted him to stay so they could watch for infection.

After the investigation of the accident, we found out it was literally an accident. It was caused by someone who was diabetic and they're blood sugar had dropped so low that they passed out behind the wheel causing them to veer in our direction, hitting us head on. The airbag on my side didn't deploy, but Jasper's did. My attorney is having it investigated. And we aren't suing the poor lady who hit us. Some things just can't be avoided no matter how much precaution you take. The lady, herself, was on her way to a doctors appointment because she hadn't been feeling all too well. Just like myself, our accident, answered questions for both of us. She was diabetic and I am very much pregnant.

We were definitely lucky we didn't get hurt worse, although her injuries caused a whole lot more damage to her body than ours. She had to have exploratory surgery for internal bleeding. She had a collapsed lung and both of her legs were broken. Jasper and I sent her flowers a few days after we were released. She was still in the hospital as we speak. Her journey to recovery was going to be a long one. Her diabetic nature and the fact that she was older, her healing process was taking longer.

After the accident, Edward barely left my side. He only left when he had an Away game. In the three weeks since the accident, he only went out of town for two of those games. He didn't want to be gone from me anymore than he had to be.

During the day, while he was at work, there was a nurse helping me out. The same with Jasper. Alice catered to his beck and call as much as she could. Although, when it came to him having a nurse, Alice put her foot down. Needless to say, the first nurse didn't last past the first day. Alice said that any woman taking care of her man, that had bigger boobs than her, was not an option.

The next nurse was deemed 'Perfect'. Alice's description of her was something out of a comic book. I think the word 'troll' came up, but she also said that Nettie was the nicest lady she had ever met and treated Jasper as if he were her own child.

After the first night being home, I was afraid my nightmares would start invading me again. While I was in the hospital, I had suffered through three and I only expected them to get worse. It was hard enough, during the day, to keep the image of Jasper, smashed against his steering wheel, out of my head.

"How do you like living with my cousin? He's treating youright,isn'the?"Jasperaskedaswegotontheroadtoheadtomydoctor'sappointment.Icouldn'tthankhimenoughfortakingthetimeoutofhisdaytogowithme.Edwardwantedtogo,buthecouldn'tgetoutofhistrainingday.Theyhadagamecomingupthefollowingweekendandhefelthisguysweren'tcompletelypreparedenoughforit.Iunderstoodanddidn'tmakeabigdealaboutit.IwassureIonlyhadthefluanyway.

"Ilovelivingwithhim.Ihalfexpectedhimtobeaslob,butheisn't.He'sbeenpickingupafterme,alotlately,"Isaid;chucklingtomyself."He'sslippedupacoupleoftimes,butit isn't bad enough that I want to clobber him over thehead."

Jasperglancedoveratme,"Icanseehowmuchyoulovehimjustbylookingatyou."

"Ido,Jazz.He'sdefinitelyoneinamillion.Icouldn'taskforabetterguyinmylife,"IexpressedasIreacheddowntoget my purse from the floor of the car, "Hey, Jazz, do youthink..."

Inevergotachancetofinishmyquestiontohim.ThenextthingIrememberwaswakingupandseeingJaspercrushedbetween his seat and the steering wheel. It hadn't evenregistered,tomeyet,thatIhadbeenhurtmyself.

Onceithitme,thepainwassoexcruciatingthatIkeptfighting to keep from blacking out.

Icouldhearthesirensinthedistance,"Holdon,Jazz.Pleasejustholdon,"Ibegged,feelingwarmthrunacrossmyface.Iwas too afraid to wipe away what was there, but I alreadyknew;Icouldsmellit.IwasbleedingfromsomewhereanditwouldbeamatterofminutesbeforeIwasoutlikealight.

Sureenough,Ihadpassedout,butnotfromthesmelloftheblood.Itwasthepainthatradiatedacrossmybodyandmyhead.

I was so afraid to tell Edward about my worst one, though. The Dwyer's were in the starring roles.

"Lookatyou,Isabella.You'reexactlywhereyoushouldbe.Inpainandreadytodie."

I don't even remember what those people looked like and I hoped they wouldn't know me if I were standing directly in front of them, considering I hadn't seen them since I was twelve years old. We still hadn't figured out why they were searching for me. I only hoped they gave up.

"Youdon'tdeserveathingyouhave.You'rejustlikeyourmother,amoneyhungrywhore."

I would try to read or watch TV to get them out of my head. The only person who knew how bad my dreams were, is Rose. She'd stay with me at night when Edward was out of town. We would end up sharing my bed because she would try her hardest to comfort me. I asked her not to say anything to Edward; I didn't want him to worry any more than what he does, already. She agreed, reluctantly. I had to promise her that I would tell him as soon as I was able to go back to work.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Bob Seger came wafting through the speakers in the living room. Edward was supposed to be making lunch for us.

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JusttakethoseoldrecordsofftheshelfI'll sit and listen to 'em by m'selfToday'smusicain'tgotthesamesoul

Ilikethatoldtimerockandroll.

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Bob Segar wasn't one of my favorites, but I knew Edward liked him, so I would let his love of Bob, pass for today.

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Don'ttrytotakemetoaDisco

You'llneverevengetmeoutonthefloorIn10minutesI'llbelateforthedoor

IlikethatoldtimeRockandRoll

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I was definitely curious now, as to what Edward was up to, so I maneuvered my way to the side of the bed and grabbed my crutches. The evil things. The armpit destroyers.

I wanted to try and sneak up on him to spy. I loved watching him when he was busy doing something.

I made it to the edge of the living room and had a direct view into the kitchen. He was dancing in front of the stove, singing into a large spoon. Smiling, I leaned up against the wall to watch for a minute or two. I never expected him to come sliding across the floor with his back to me, shaking his ass from left to right. One arm raised above his head, pointing at the ceiling. But most of all, he was only dressed in a long sleeve button up shirt, tidy whitey underwear and a pair of white tube socks.

I chuckled and shook my head. I knew this song was from that movie 'Risky Business', but I didn't realize Edward loved it enough to act it out.

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Stilllikethatoldtimerockandroll

ThekindsmusicjustsoothesthesoulI reminisce about the days of oldWiththatoldtimerockandroll

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He turned to go back into the kitchen, only to disappear below the counter with a loud thud and groan. I couldn't help but laugh, "Edward?"

He didn't answer me, so I hobbled around the counter and found him lying on the floor with an arm thrown across his face, "Honey?"

"Hhmm…"

"Are you okay?" I was silently giggling. I was trying my hardest to keep from laughing at him, but I wanted to make sure he was okay, so I crutched into the kitchen and was now looking straight down at him,

"Yeah; my prides hurt more than anything." I finally let out the laugh that I was holding in. He moved his arm from over his eyes and gave me a 'if looks could kill' expression, before sitting up. His eyes were squinted and his lips pursed together, "Are you laughing at me?"

I nodded and turned away from him, heading toward the table to sit down, "You'd laugh, too, if you witnessed what I just saw."

"I'll have you know, I'm usually pretty graceful on my feet, but these floors are so freakin' clean that I couldn't stop myself from sliding into the wall, that's all," he said, getting up off the floor, picking up the large spoon in the process and reaching for a clean one.

I giggled, "Keep telling yourself that." I giggled again, "Nice underwear, by the way. Where the hell did you get those?"

"Hey, don't make fun of my under-roos. I used to wear these during games. They fit better under the uniform and they don't bunch up as much," he explained as he turned to the stove to stir whatever he was cooking.

I smiled, shaking my head at the love of my life. "They actually look pretty sexy on you. Shows off your tight ass and your package up front is pretty well defined."

He smirked at me, "You think so?" He turned to the side so I could get a nice view of his profile.

I nodded, smiling like a horny teenager. "Oh yeah." He reached up and turned the burner off on the stove before he took the ten steps it took, to get to me. He put our napkins on the table then leaned down, planting a nice wet kiss on my lips before he stood in front of me, "What're you doing?"

"I wanted to give you an up close and personal view of the well-defined package." He was teasing me. We hadn't had sex since before the accident and he knew I was going insane. He would get me all worked up before he told me we couldn't. He hadn't directly told me why and I could almost bet it had something to do with the baby.

I reached up and moved his shirt out of the way so I could look. He wasn't stopping me, which I was surprised, "Nice." He definitely looked more defined while standing up.

I dropped his shirt and turned toward the table, "What's for lunch?" I wanted to take my mind off him. I didn't want to be teased anymore and I knew that if I tried to pursue more, he would turn me down.

"Nice?" He asked, leaning down on the table with both of his hands, "Nice? I've heard you call my cock more than just nice before." He reached up and moved some hair away from my face, "What's wrong?"

I shook my head, "Nothing. What's for lunch?" I didn't want him to see that I was sort of upset, so I just smiled at him.

He stood up and walked back over to the stove, "We're having Angel hair pasta with Italian stewed tomatoes."

"Sounds delicious. Um...can I have a glass of orange juice, please?" I wasn't looking his way, opting to keep my eyes on my hands that were twisting the cloth napkin in my lap.

"Sure. Did you wanna eat out here or back in the room?" Out of my peripheral, I could see him reaching for a glass then opening the fridge to get the juice out.

"Out here's fine," I said, glancing over at him. He was dishing out our lunch into bowls, "I was starting to feel a little cooped up in the room."

"Okay." He placed a bowl in front of me, "What time's your appointment tomorrow?" He helped me place my cloth napkin on my lap and handed my fork to me. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through my schedule to make sure of the time, "It's at ten thirty. Are you coming or should I see if Rose can go with me?"

"I'll go with you. I have to catch a flight tomorrow evening, remember?" He sat down next to me and reached for his fork. I reached for my juice and took a nice long gulp.

"Yeah, I remember. Texas this time, right?" I was starting to hate him going out of town and we weren't even married.

"Yep. You know I'll be home right after, right? Like I always am. And Rose will be staying with you?" It was the same every time. He never wanted me to be alone. Even if I wasn't on crutches, I was sure he'd get someone to stay with me.

I nodded, trying not to sound so down, "Yes; she's making dinner for us and bringing a couple of movies over. Emmett's in South Carolina for a game, so we'll be making it a girl's night like the other times she stayed with me."

"I'm sure Alice is jealous," he stated before shoving a huge bite of the pasta into his mouth.

I shook my head, "Eh, she wishes she could. Jasper told her to, but she said she would next time. Not stay the night, though. She doesn't wanna leave Jasper's side for too long."

"How the heck is she getting any work done?" I had wondered the same thing.

"That's the benefit of owning your own company. Plus, Nettie's there during the day and she can go into the office." I gave him a quick smile before taking a bite of my own food. It was absolutely delicious.

He nodded at me, "So, tomorrow. . .you hoping to get a walking cast put on?"

"Gosh, I hope so. I hate these crutches. I don't know how you did it for so long," I said, grimacing from my vision of him on crutches for months.

We continued eating our food, quietly. I felt like I hadn't eaten in days, but I suppose that would be because of the pregnancy. My mom had told me I would always feel hungry and thirsty; pee fifty times a day, toss and turn all night and be horny as hell. Then I could go from being in the best of moods to a raving bitch in a split second.

It made me a little nervous. I didn't want to be the pregnant raving lunatic. I want to be the loving, smiling, happy go lucky, pregnant woman. I'm only thirteen weeks along, so we'll have to see where we go from here.

Later that evening, we were lying in bed. I was restless. I wanted to have sex, but I was too afraid to approach Edward about it. I'd been shut down one too many times in the last couple of weeks, to even want to try again. I hated the rejection and I honestly didn't think he even realized how much it hurt me that he was pushing me away.

I huffed and turned on my side, facing away from him, "Bella, what's wrong?"

He scooted over to me, spooning me. His arm snaked around my hip with his hand resting on my stomach, "Nothing."

"Are you mad at me?" He sounded like he was truly concerned.

"Should I be?" I didn't want to answer him. I was feeling like a petulant child at the moment and all over not having sex, but then again, I wanted to see if he would actually catch on.

He sighed heavily, "I don't think so, but you haven't exactly told me if I've done or said anything wrong to you. I wish you'd tell me, if I did."

"It's nothing," I rolled over enough and gave him a quick kiss, "Good night; I love you." I didn't want to make too big of a deal over being horny and not getting any. If he couldn't figure it out, then my loss, I suppose.

He pulled away from me and plopped back on the pillows, "I love you, too," he let out another loud sigh, "You'd tell me if you were mad at me, right?"

"Yes." Is all I said. I was, in all honesty, just glad he was here with me. He kept my nightmares away most nights. If there were more, he didn't let on that there was any.

We didn't say anything else to each other before I finally drifted off to sleep.

I was so sexually deprived that I was starting to dream about it.

Edwardhadbothofmylegspercheduponhisshouldersand was devouring me. I was panting andmoaninglikeawhore,"God,Edward,don'tstop.Please,more."

Hesuckedmyclitintohismouthandfingerfuckingmewhilemywholebodywasaquiveringmess.

My dream felt like it was so real. I was thrashing my head from side to side; my chest was heaving as I gasped for much needed air. I was so worked up that I was near my release. I could literally feel it pulsing through my body, "That's it baby . . . mmm, God, you're so fuckin' delicious."

My head snapped up when I realized I wasn't dreaming. Edward really did have my legs over his shoulders and was going to town on my lady bits, "Holy shit, I thought I was dreaming!"

"Uh uh. . ." he said as he shoved his tongue into my opening. He raised his head to speak, "I got to thinking," he sucked my clit into his mouth again and gave it a harsh suck. My back arched up off the bed causing me to scream, "Yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking. You needed a good tongue lashing, literally."

"YES!"

Edward continued his tongue torture on me, sending me into a catatonic state. The man definitely knew how to use his tongue. "FUCK!" I yelled out when I exploded for the second time.

"Yeah, I think you need a good one of those, too," he said, moving my legs to where they were completely spread open for him, "Mmm. . .I could eat you all night."

Everything he was doing, I needed it. I could already feel the tingle in my clit and the pulsing running down over my opening. Edward moved up my body, hooking his left arm under my knee. He rested his other arm on the bed beside me, propped up on his elbow, "You need some good lovin', don'cha, baby?"

I couldn't speak, nodding to answer his question. He eased into me and stilled for a moment to kiss me. Our tongues were frantic, smashing into each other and making their own love.

"You feel so fuckin' good. I was so stupid to hold off," he said as he started to move. He wasn't thrusting hard, but hard enough so I could feel him where I've been itching for him to touch for three weeks, now.

He increased his speed, pushing me up the bed with each thrust, "You think you'll be okay on your knees, baby?"

"Uh hu. . .yeah. Just a minute. I'm about to cum, again." He thrust into me, hard, a couple of times, sending me over the edge for the third time. He slowed down until my orgasm was over, pulling out and helping me move to my knees.

Once I was situated, with my chest to the bed and my ass in the air, he wasted no time, slipping back inside of me. All I could think about was, this was the same position I was probably in when our baby was conceived and it felt, Oh, so good.

He had a nice firm grip on my hips. I could feel where his fingers were digging into my flesh. It was a welcomed pain and oddly enough, I wanted him to drive into me, "Harder, Edward." He obliged, not so much increasing his speed, but slamming into me.

"Oh, Fuck Yes!" He called out. We weren't quiet at all. Sounds of slapping skin, grunts, groans and moans filtered through our bedroom. We were getting the much needed release we longed for, "Fuck, you're close, again, I can feel it. Shit! Grrr. . ." He growled as he picked up his pace, yet, again. He was a man on a mission. He was just as deprived as I was.

He let out a huge guttural growl when he felt me start to pulse around him, "Ahhh...fuck!" He stilled for a few moments as he released as far up inside of me that his cock could reach. It was a tantalizing feeling. And that was the first time he came inside of me on purpose.

He moved in and out of me a few more times before he pulled out and helped me lay down on my side, "I think I'm in love with not using a condom." He kissed me before he pulled a pillow under his head, facing me, "There's no other feeling like it."

I nodded, still out of breath. My eyes were closed, trying to slow down my breathing, "I know. I really like it, too." I finally said.

We lay still for a little bit before the either of us said anything. He was the first to break the silence, "I'm sorry I kept putting you off on having sex. I was a little afraid that I might hurt the baby if I got carried away, like I just did."

"Why didn't you say anything? I could have told you that having sex while pregnant was okay," I said, reaching up and moving his hair from his forehead.

"It wasn't the fact that I thought we couldn't, I just didn't know how gentle I had to be or how rough I could be." He sighed, reaching for my hand and laced our fingers together, "When you finally went to sleep earlier, I got up and googled it. I wanted to make sure I wouldn't hurt you or the baby if I got too carried away."

I smiled at him, "I think you got your answer."

"It's obvious, isn't it?" He grinned a huge toothy grin at me. It sent my heart a flutter every time he did it, "I just had to make sure."

"Does this mean that I can take advantage of you anytime I want to, now?" If my mom was right, he was in for a lot of sex.

"Absolutely. There won't be any more denying you, that's for sure." He smiled again, "Oh, and I also read that pregnant women have the libido of a teenage boy."

I giggled, "You don't know how frustrated I've been. I was about to tie you up to the bed and have my way with you."

He gasped, feigning innocence, "You would force yourself on me? Why, Ms. Swan, how cruel of you, but just so you know, you can't rape the willing."

"Well, that was before you did your research. What exactly did you look up?" I couldn't keep my hands off him. "How to have sex with my pregnant girlfriend?"

He chuckled, "Na, it was more like, 'Can I fuck my girlfriend hard, while she's pregnant?"

I laughed a good hearty laugh. I needed it. "Did you really type that in?"

"Yep. You wouldn't believe how many sights there are. Even the lyrics to one of Eminem's songs, came up." He smiled at me, again, leaning forward to kiss me, "Let me go get you a warm wash cloth to get cleaned up."

When he hopped up from the bed, I glanced over at the clock. It read 5:48 in the morning. I felt tired but not exhausted and wondered if I would even get back to sleep. I didn't need to be up until eight thirty in order to get a shower and eat before we had to leave for my appointment. I dreaded after my appointment, though. Edward had to leave to catch his flight. Thankfully, I managed to fall back to sleep after Edward helped me get cleaned up.

I did end up getting a walking cast. It felt so good to be without the crutches. I still had a few more weeks before the cast could come off completely. After the x-rays were taken, the doctor pointed out where the pins were placed in my ankle and part of my foot. It made me look a little on the robotic, side.

Edwards' flight was soon after he dropped me off at home. He made sure I was settled before he left and gave specific instructions to the nurse that I may have a walking cast on, but I was still not allowed to be up moving around too much. What he didn't understand was, our laundry wasn't going to wash itself. I would recruit Rose to help me later.

Rose arrived around six thirty. My nurse had just left for the night when Rose came walking in, "Hey, girlie. Nice cast… what the hell color is that?"

"I was hoping they could do the team colors, but this is what I got. I really don't think it has a name. What would you call it?"

"Fugly…you know, fuckin' ugly," she said, giggling. She sat her purse on the breakfast bar and made her way over to me on the couch, "How's the little sweet pea?"

I smiled up at her. I could see her stomach was finally starting to protrude where her baby was growing. I don't think she even realized that it's noticeable and I found it odd that I was just a tad further along than her and she was showing a little, already, "He . . . or she is fine. I have an appointment tomorrow. I'm not sure if they'll be doing an ultrasound or not. I'm just at ten weeks. When do they normally do ultrasounds?"

"I've heard about twenty weeks or so. Didn't you get one already when you first found out you were pregnant?" She plopped down on the couch next to me.

"This is actually going to be my first appointment. They told me to come in around nine weeks, but they didn't have any openings until tomorrow." I already had an ultrasound, but that was also when I found out that I had a human being growing inside of me.

"So, anything in particular you want to eat? I'm open for anything. I've eaten more red meat in the last two weeks than a carnivore in the middle of a herd of cattle."

"What in a what?" The shit people say sometimes.

"You know, carnivore, meat eater and I'm sure you know what a herd of cattle is," she said looking at me like I was not human.

I waved her away, "I know, I know. I just wasn't expecting you to say something like that."

We ended up eating a huge cob salad and a bunch of junk food. Nachos, pizza rolls and even some jalapeño poppers with loads of Ranch dressing. Those were gonna be the death of me, I was sure of it.

Later that night after our movie, we called it a night and settled into bed. Rose decided it was better that she go ahead and sleep with me considering what happened the last time she stayed. It was nightmare hell.

She was making herself comfortable on Edwards' side, "Please tell me you've changed the sheets. I don't wanna roll over into something crusty over here."

I laughed my damn ass off. "Yes, they were changed this morning. Edward changed them himself so there's definitely no crusties over there," I replied as I snuggled down under the covers. It was freezing in my room. Thank goodness I had a bed heater that I turned on before we climbed into bed.

"Night, Momma," she said rolling over facing away from me.

"Night, Momma," I replied the same.

"Bwhahaha,lookatyou.Sofuckin'pitiful.Youthinkyouownthefuckin'world,don'tyou?"

"Whatdoyouwantwithme?"Iaskedthroughgrittedteeth.These two people, that had nothing to do with me when Iwas a child, were currently standing over me while I waspressed up against the windshield of Jasper's car; bloodpouringovermyface.

"Onlywhat'srightfullyours."

Theywerelaughingatmewhenthescenechanged.ItwasPhil next. He was standing over my mom while she waspregnant.Herstomachwashuge.Shelookedtobecloseto eightmonthspregnant,"Ishouldkillyourightnowandgetitoverwith.Ineverwantedafuckin'babyandhereyouarepregnant.Whatmakesyousosureit'smine,huh?"Iknewthat was a complete lie considering what my mother toldmeabouthimknockingheruponpurpose.

"Philthebabyisyours.I'veonlyeverbeenwithyou.There'sneverbeenanyoneelse.Youweremyfirst,Iswear,"mymompleadedasshesatonherkneesinfrontofhim.Tearswererollingdownhercheeksthatwereredandblotchy.Herright eye was swollen shut and blood was oozing from anopencutonherlip.

That must have been the night I was born, in myimagination,becausethenextthingthatpoppedintomydreamwasPhilpushingmymotherdownthestairscausinghertogointolabor.

"Momma,NO!"Iscreamed,"No!"

ThenmydreamdriftedtoPhilandme.He'sstandingovermewithhishanddrawnupandreadytohitme.Theonlystrangethingis,I'manadult,"YOUFUCKIN'WHORE!JUSTLIKEYOURMOTHER!"

"PleasePhil,No,notmybaby,Please!"

"Please, please, please. Don't hurt my baby!"

"Bella! Bella, wake up. It's Rose and you're at home in your own bed." My eyes snapped opened; seeing Rose above me with her hands on my shoulders where she had been shaking me awake.

I jumped and wrapped my arms around her, "Oh, God, Rose. They were so horrible to me. Phil called me a whore, said I was just like my mom and then his parents were laughing at me while I was pinned to the windshield in Jasper's car."

"Oh, gosh, sweetie. It was just a bad dream. None of it was real," Rose said soothingly. I appreciated her being with me. I honestly wouldn't know what to do if she wasn't here.

I finally settled down after Rose went and got me some water. I took a few long sips, knowing I'd regret drinking that much water. My bathroom trips had increased since I found out I was pregnant.

When morning came, Rose was already out of bed. I could smell food cooking, so I dragged my ass out of bed and to the bathroom for a shower. Thank goodness for cast covers. We tried the garbage bag idea, but it didn't work out too well. I ended up going back to the hospital to have my cast changed. Edward bought the cover for me and it works perfectly.

After I was clean and dressed, I made my way to the kitchen. My stomach was trying to eat its way out of my body, from the smell of the food. I felt like I could eat the entire contents of a buffet.

"Hey sleepy head," Rose said over her shoulder when I sat down at the breakfast bar, "You've got your choice... omelets, pancakes, fresh fruit, biscuits and gravy, so maybe a little bit of everything. That's what I'm doing. I can't make up my mind."

I nodded at her, "That sounds good. I feel like I could eat an entire cow."

"See what I mean . . . my metaphor about being a carnivore in a herd of cattle . . . just can't help it." She giggled and started loading two plates for us.

We ate without talking. Today was Friday and I wasn't quite sure if she had plans or not, after her appointment. "You have any plans for the day after your appointment?"

"Not really. I do need to get some new clothes. My others are starting to get a little snug. I noticed this morning that I've got a nice little pouch already." She shook her head, patting her stomach. "How can I already be showing and you're not? It's just not fair. I'll end up having a twenty pound baby at this rate."

I giggled at her, "Oh, geez. Emmett's a big guy, but all pregnancies are different. You never know, I may wake up tomorrow and be twice the size as you."

"I highly doubt that." She scooped some of her omelet into her mouth before talking again, "So, did you have anything in mind? Emmett won't be back until Monday and I'm all caught up on my house work, so what's on the agenda for the day?"

I took a bite of my omelet and chewed before answering, "I'd like to go see Jazz. I haven't seen him since I came home. He's always sending me messages for help." I shook my head, "He's such a big ole baby. Alice probably won't even let him get up and sit in the living room to get a change of scenery."

"He's still in a wheelchair, isn't he?"

"Yeah, I suppose it's kind of hard to get around with a cast on one arm and a cast on your entire leg. I can't imagine what his showers are like. Alice probably takes advantage and gives him sponge baths all the time." I giggled, "And I don't even wanna know how he uses the bathroom."

"Ewww. . .please," she chuckled, "Change of topic. So, yeah, sure, I don't mind going over there if you'll do a little shopping with me. You could buy yourself a couple of things, too. I promise not to take too long."

I nodded my head, "Sounds like a plan. I'll send Jazz a text and let him know we're coming over."

We were on our way over to Jazz's about an hour later. He sent a very exciting text. You'd think he was happy to be getting visitors.

When we arrived, Alice opened the door looking all rumpled, "Hi, Ali. You need a break, don't you?" We hugged each other and moved further into the apartment.

"You don't know the half of it. I love that man with my entire being, but he's the worst patient in the world. He's never happy with anything," she complained, looking at me for some sympathy.

I hugged her again, "It won't be like this forever. You could always fake an injury after he gets better and take advantage of him being at your beck and call, twenty- four/seven."

She giggled, "Yeah, I might just do that." She moved back from me and gave Rose a quick hug, "Come on in. Jazz is set up in the bedroom. He swears I'm keeping him hostage in there, but what he doesn't realize, it's a pain in the ass to get that wheelchair through this place. The hallways aren't exactly built to accommodate wheelchairs through them."

"He'll live." We walked into the bedroom and Jazz was sitting up in the bed flipping through the channels on the TV. "Hey you." I leaned down over the bed and hugged him, "Lighten up on Ali. She means well, okay?" I whispered in his ear. He nodded, "Promise me," I demanded.

"I will. Give me a break. I'm an invalid here. And a man who's not exactly getting his needs met," he complained. It was my turn to look at him like he was the worst kind of patient, "What? Don't look at me like that."

I shook my head and sat down beside him, "Jazz, I think you're being a pain in the ass. Ali's trying to help you out as much as she can. You don't give Nettie that hard of a time, do you?"

"No, he doesn't. He's as sweet as can be with her," retorted Alice.

Rose laughed, "Men. Emmett's a big ole baby, too, when he's sick."

"I'm not sick, Rose, I'm injured. There's a difference," he bit back.

"Oh, stop. I don't think Rose is trying to pin point about men being sick, just that in general, if a man is sick or injured, he's a big ole baby. You need to lighten up some and stop being such a pain in the ass," I said, "Look, I came to visit 'cause I've not seen you since I left the hospital. I had to see how my two best friends were doing."

"Other than being run ragged, lately, I'm fine. I've got a huge shoot next week in L.A., and I'll be gone for a couple of days. Maybe while I'm gone, Jazz will see just how much he does need me around, and that'll prove that he shouldn't treat me like I'm a nobody," Alice said, glaring over at Jazz. He glared back, but you could see how much they really do love each other.

I giggled at them, "Alice, give the poor man a blow job or something. Maybe he'll lighten up, then."

"Yeah, Ali. A blow job would be nice." Jasper looked over at her and smiled a huge toothy grin.

"Can we please not talk about our sex life," Alice begged before she stomped her foot.

"Yeah, what she said," retorted Rose.

We sat and talked for a good couple of hours before Rose and I decided it was time to head out, "Ali, why don't you help Jazz get settled while Nettie's here and come with us. We're heading over to the mall to get a few things. Plus, I have a doctor's appointment at four this afternoon."

"Gosh, I'd love to. Let me get changed real quick." She was really giddy now and rushed off to get changed.

We spent about three hours at the mall. We didn't get much. Rose got a few new pairs of pants and a few shirts. She didn't go too much overboard because she knew she'd need to buy more eventually. The same situation with me. I just bought a couple of new shirts and a couple of new skirts with an adjustable waist.

After dropping Alice off, we headed back to my place. Rose was staying with me again, tonight after her appointment. Edward wouldn't be home until the morning. Although, I did tell Rose that she didn't need to stay, she insisted. I didn't fight her on it because if I had another nightmare, at least she would be there to help me through it.

After Rose left for her appointment, I began looking through the cabinets for dinner, so when she got back, she seemed in a great mood. She was smiling, telling me that everything went great and they did do an ultrasound on her. She got to see the baby's heartbeat because it was too soon to hear it. She felt even better when Emmett promised he'd make sure to attend her next appointment with her.

Edward called me just before we turned in for the night, "Hey handsome."

"How's my girls?"

"Girls?"

He chuckled,"Yes, you and the baby. We're having a girl; I already know."

"You're so sure of yourself, aren't you? What if we have a boy? What then?"

"I'll still love him, regardless, but I know we're having a girl," he replied, "So, you didn't answer me, how are my girls?"

"We're doing fine." I placed my hand on my stomach that was till flat. "We went shopping today and went to visit Jazz and Alice. He's giving her a hard time. I had to get on to him for being an asshat to Alice. He's just sexually frustrated and I know exactly what he's going through, considering. . ." I explained as I slipped my one shoe off. I hobbled over to my dresser to pull out my night clothes.

Edward chuckled, "Poor Jazz. So, did you get yourself anything nice?"

"Yeah, a couple of things. Rose had to buy some stuff, too. She already has a small baby bump; can you believe that?"

"Really? Wow. She's what, a week or so behind you?" He asked. I could hear the rustling of fabric in the background.

"Yeah…a week maybe two at best." I said, "She had her first appointment today." I heard more rustling. "What the heck are you doing?"

"I'm packing. My flight's really early in the morning. I gotta get home to my girls," he explained. I could hear the zipper on his luggage.

I giggled. I loved hearing him call me and the baby, his girls, "Okay, I'll let you finish packing and I'll see you in the morning. Are we going to your parents for dinner tomorrow night?"

"If you're up to it," he replied.

"Yeah, I'd like to see your parents. We have dinner at Momma Whitlocks, next weekend. It's the monthly family dinner, remember?"

"How can I forget? I love that woman to death, but geesh, she's very adamant about having these family dinners each month, isn't she?" I agreed with him. "And my brother will finally be home for this dinner, too."

I know he couldn't see me, but I smiled, "Yeah, once Momma Whitlock gets set in her ways, there's no stopping her. We got lucky when we all went there for Thanksgiving." I am thankful for everything that's been happening in my life. "Okay, I'm gonna finish getting ready for bed while Rose is on her phone call with Emmett. I love you and I'll see you in the morning."

"I love you, too, sweetheart. Sleep good and I'll see you in the morning. Good night."

My heart fluttered every time he says he loves me, "Night, honey. Love you."

Rose came in, already changed and climbed up on the bed. I had just clicked the TV on. I wanted to check the scores of the games. I don't normally watch the games, but keeping up with the scores was winner, winner, chicken dinner for me.

We finished with our TV time and I switched it off. It was great news to know that Edwards' team won. The same with Emmett's. We were so proud of them and felt lucky to have them as our men.

"Night Momma," Rose said to me.

"Night Momma," I replied the same.