"Are you two going to keep staring at one another like idiots or can we go inside the house now?" Emmett asked, officially breaking the connection.
"Emmett!" Rosalie says, thwacking the back of his head.
Edward and I let out a sigh as we get out of the car and follow them towards the house.
"Does the word privacy mean anything to you?" I heard Edward asked Emmett.
"Do you even remember who our mother is? That woman is the reason why Alice came to school all the way in California! Don't you even remember what she does every time we aren't home?" He asked.
"Come on, she's not that bad.." Edward said laughing.
I tried to ignore their words as I stepped onto the porch and unlocked the front door.
I could hear Clementine's meowing and Roofy's little bark.
"Leah?" I called.
"Ooohh uh..yeah?" She called, from the sitting room.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I walked into the room.
"Oh I was feeling a little stressed so I decided to do some yoga this morning. How'd everything go with your dad?" She asked as she did the downward dog pose.
"He's fine now. He did have an allergic response to Ketamine earlier but he's fine now." I say, as I step out of my shoes and plop down on the sofa.
"Anaphylactic reaction?" She asks, as she sits down on the mat, and moves to stretch her legs out.
I nod quietly, weaving my fingers into my hair. The events of the day, finally taking its toll on me.
"Hey, hey Bella. It's ok. He's going to be alright." She soothed, sitting next to me.
I nod, unable to form any words.
"What happened is she alright?" I hear, as I sit there.
The relief I feel in that moment is so intense that I can't do anything else but cry into my hands.
All of the things I had never told him, seem to make me cry harder. My worries seem to evaporate, and now I can smile in relief, knowing he won't miss anything.
My father is going to be okay. He won't miss walking us down the aisle on the day of our wedding, or meeting our babies once their born.
I don't know how long or at what point Leah left and was replaced by someone else, but I guess it has indeed been a while.
When I finally came down, enough to lift my head up Edward was sitting there next to me, with his arms around me.
After a few calming breaths, he leaned back pulling me with him. His hands soothingly rubbing my arms as we sat there comfortably.
"Thank you,Edward. I know we've only known one another for a week, but you being here with me in this tough time… I-I just want to say thank you, for everything, I mean." I rasp.
"It's nothing actually. I mean, it's what friends would do…" he mutters, but begins saying a few things I don't quite catch before he speaks again.
"Look, I know we've only known each other for a short time but I swear, I'd do anything for you, if you'd let me. I can only hope that one day you feel the same as I do—" he said, before I placed my fingertips on his full lips.
"I do—feel that way about you, I mean." I scrambled to say, giving him a shy smile.
"Really?" He asks, breaking into a wide smile.
"Yes…I thought that it was just attraction, at first, but I can now see it's so much more, now." I say, smiling back.
"Hey, hey, hey now! None of that shit!" Emmett says, once again interrupting us.
We both let out a frustrated sigh.w
"Emmett, you have five seconds to get out of here before I stand up and shove my foot so up your ass, you'll have your testicles in you throat." Edward snaps.
"Now, now. Keep your panties on, Eddie boy. You're just mad that I keep cutting you off." He pipes back.
"Emmett, cut it out. Bells, Micah is here with the take out." Rosalie says, walking to pick up Clementine and walking out.
Emmett gasps, wide eyed as he looks from the door to me. "Are going to let her take your pussy like that?" Emmett asks, smirking.
"Better her than you." I quip back, as I pick up Roofy, before walking out and heading towards the kitchen.
I quickly set Roofy in the playpen and wash my hands, while Micah is already setting the table.
"Hey, squirt. How are you feeling?" He asks, as he pulls out some Chardonnay, Rosé, and a six beers.
"I'll feel better after I drink some wine, and eat some food." I mumbled, plopping down on a chair.
"It finally hit you after you got home, huh." He notes, snapping the cap off of his beer.
"Yup." I respond, taking a large gulp from my rosé.
"Sweetheart, maybe you shouldn't drink so much today. " Micah cautions.
"Why not? Are you two trying to conceive or something?" Rosalie asks, taking a large gulp of her Chardonnay.
That statement causes Mary to start choking on her wine, and Micah to take a bigger sip of his beer.
"...or something .." Mary mutters into her glass as she keeps sipping.
"It is to my best knowledge that alcohol helps in that department. Dax, Ellie and I are all here because our parents love Jack Daniel's and mojitos." I say, taking a bite of my pasta.
"...and that's something we need to know." Rosalie mutters dryly.
"It's true,though. You all remember my sister, Angie? Yeah, she was conceived in the same way..." Mary pipes in, snorting into her wine glass.
"If only…" I sigh.
Truth be told, I wasn't jealous. How can I be of I myself only started seeing someone.
What I am feeling is a craving? May be a longing? That's the best way to describe it. See, even though I have my babies. Pinky, Roofy, and Clementine. I really want a baby.
I want to experience the feeling of realizing that I'm pregnant. Then the excitement of being pregnant, the entire pregnancy process, the whole morning sickness, cravings, bloating, and mood swings.
Then the excitement of going to all the doctors appointments and watching the baby grow, then going to the hospital and having the baby...bring the baby home...
"Bella….?" Micah called, waving his hand in front of my face.
"Hmm…? Yes? What happened?" I ask, blinking.
"I asked if having a baby is in your plans anytime soon…?" He says, trailing off.
"Well, I mean, I love babies and their chubby little selves but I think dad would have a coronary if I get pregnant before I'm married." I say, gulping down another mouthful of Rosé.
"Pfft. Oh, please. You actually think our dad cares if we have sex before we get married? New flash, doll. He only cares that we don't fuck around when he is around." Rosalie says, snorting.
"Right...well, unlike you. I'd rather not fuck around with anyone other than my future husband." I snip back. " me out. Can you imagine sleeping with someone who has already slept with that other someone, who has slept with five or six people... you'd be sleeping with like fifty people each time, that right there that...that's disgusting. " I say, wrinkling my nose.
"So, you're really a virgin, Bella?" Micah asks, amused.
"Yes, I am. Can we change the subject now?" I ask, embarrassed.
"Micah Joel Swan! Leave your sister alone." Mary chastises, smacking his arm.
"Ay-ah ow! Damn it woman, quit hitting me!" He says, wincing as he rubbed the spot Mary hit on his arm.
"Serves you right." I pipe in, watching with a smirk.
"So, Edward...why did you decide to be a cop?" Micah asks, chugging down some more beer.
"Well, because my father was a cop too, after he died I decided to follow in his footsteps." Edward replies, after he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"And you…?" Micah asked Emmett.
"I'm a firefighter." Emmett says, shrugging and chugging his beer nonchalantly.
"How long have you two been working?" My blabbermouth of a brother asks.
"I have a bachelor's degree in law enforcement and another degree in criminal science, and forensic science. I started working officially as a police officer three and a half years ago." Edward says.
Micah nods back impressed, to be honest I'm a bit impressed myself. I didn't know you needed any type of degrees to become a cop.
That's probably why they say, 'don't judge a book by its cover.' My own stupidity amuses me.
"I just have a bachelor's for fire science. I've been working since I was twenty two. I graduated a year earlier and went immediately to begin studying fire science. " Emmett says, studying.
"I'm full. I think I'm going to go to the den to watch a movie or something. " I say, picking up Roofy and Clementine, before setting them on the ground.
Then picking up my plate and wine glass and taking to the sink before washing them, and placing them on the dry rack.