Hey, all! How's your week shaping up so far?

~ The Week of Hell & Smiley Faces ~

We left off with Princess's sickness throwing everyone in her house into hysterics. Nothing much has changed, to be fair. The hysterics are still continuing. My mother is furious with both of us. Princess's mother is screaming with joy so loud, if I stuck my head out of the window, I'd hear her from the other side of town. Princess's brother is just in laughing hysterics and plastering pregnancy and baby-related stuff on Facebook and tagging us. And then there's her father. He just scares the shit out of me. He was shouting abuse at me as I dragged Princess from the house, with Mac following up the rear.

It was just my luck that the first time Bella saw my bachelor pad in all its glory, she spent the majority of the time hugging the damn toilet. Every time I went near her, she either growled or cried. I felt so useless! She wouldn't even let me in with her by the time the fourth round of vomiting came around. Then add Mac into the equation, and I was so eternally screwed. Mac hated me, purely because I made Princess cry or growl. I know he was only protecting her, but come on, this was me!

The only time he tolerated me was when he was taking me for a walk or stealing food from my plate.

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Sunday ~ I didn't know how I managed it, but I was alive and very thankful for it. I had escaped, with my Princess, plus Mac, and we were now hunkered down in my apartment while we ignored all the calls, texts, and emails.

My poor girl looked like she'd left her stomach at her place, but she was breathing, and I still had my balls in place, so all was good – for now.

We had just finished up doing a test, well, she had, and it was what we were guessing. I still think we should sue the company who believed it would be a good idea to put a smiley face on those tests. I'm not saying that I'm not happy about it, because I kinda am, but not everyone wants to see a smiley face mocking you.

It's like it's looking at me and laughing. 'Hey, Dude, you knocked her up, and now you're gonna sufferrrrrr. You have no idea how bad your Pregzilla is going to be!' I didn't need that. I'm barely getting through thinking about what her Dad is going to do to me.

The look on his face when I dragged Princess out of her house will forever haunt me. It was some weird eye twitching thing, raised eyebrows, and some freaky looking vein pulsating on his left temple. Add in that his face was almost purple, and I just knew that if we stayed there any longer, I'd be dead and buried within the hour. What scares me the most is that he's a doctor. He could slip me something, and I'd keel over and not know a thing about it. He could make my death look like an accident. Or he could just make me suffer, and that was even worse. He could slip me poison and not give me the antidote until I married his daughter. I wouldn't mind marrying her at all, but I wasn't too keen on the suffering part.

"We should get married!" I blurted out. Princess laughed. The first real noise that came out of her that wasn't retching or crying.

I hadn't been brave enough to ask her why she was crying. Did she not want to be pregnant or have a baby with me? Was she that upset that she couldn't stop crying? I know that we hadn't known each other for very long at all, but I wasn't that bad, right?

"Nice thought, but being knocked up at twenty-one is bad enough. I don't need a shotgun wedding to add to all this craziness, and I think I need to calm my father down before we do anything stupid,"

Um. Hello? Nothing stupid? Had she forgotten what situation we were currently in?

"But your Dad is going to poison me, I just know he will. I bet he's at his practice now, just concocting the most potent shit he can give me and then he'll be planning on how to slip it to me. Will it be in a cake or in my coffee, or will he just inject me as I walk by him one day?" I was sure I was hyperventilating, and I know I was sweating my body weight away.

"Mom wouldn't let him do that, Prick. She loves me too much to see me so upset," she grinned. Grinned! Was she not taking me seriously? I had knocked up his only daughter!

"Fine, we stay here and hide for a while, but it won't be long until my parents are banging down the door. My mother is going to hit the roof, so we need to hide long enough to let Dad calm her down,"

"Do you think we could stay here until the baby is born and then run away?" Princess asked sleepily as we curled up on my large leather couch. The TV was on for background noise, and I'd shut the curtains to block out the world. It was cozy, and if I weren't scared shitless that her father would come by any minute to break down the door and drag her away, I'd be happy and content.

"So, you don't think your Dad would hurt me, but you want to hide from my parents. That's not fair, Princess."

"Dad won't hurt you, I promise, but your Mom hates me, and she's made herself very clear on the matter. I don't think she's ever going to like me,"

"She won't have a choice, Sweetheart. I won't let her get to you, I promise," I kissed the side of her head.

"I think once Dad recovers, he'll enjoy being a grandpa. I'm more concerned about your parents at the moment. The last time I saw your Mom, I was flashing her my panties while ripping her a new one over my status in society. Oh Lord, please don't tell me that we'll be those parents. The ones who sign up their kids for the best school before they're even born? We won't, will we? No pressure, right? The kids can do what they like. No doctors, lawyers or whatever," she cutely rambled on while she tried to sit up.

"No pre-school, early year's tests or schools where they shove a stick up their ass for the rest of their lives, I promise, Princess. I want our kids to be happy and enjoy life, not held down by rules and society –"

She threw up.

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Monday ~ We were on day two of the 'Parental Strike,' as Bella called it. Our phones were still switched off, so were our computers and we had agreed, that for the time being, the outside world didn't exist. In reality, we knew it did, because I had to give orders to my Dad to run the business for the next week.

I didn't tell him why, but just that I trusted him enough to leave everything in his capable hands while I had to deal with stuff. He tried to give me a lecture about responsibilities, but I think my level of responsibilities had shifted slightly.

I was so grateful that we were three weeks ahead of schedule with all the posts, listings, and advertisements because if we weren't, we would be in the office right now with the doors barricaded.

"I need to eat, but every time I think about food, I feel sick, or I am sick. How does anyone survive their bodies being taken over like this? I mean, if our bodies keep expelling everything we eat, how can we expect to grow a baby?" She asked tiredly from next to me.

"Well... Actually, do you know what? I don't have a clue, nothing. Nada. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that a shitty piece of plastic was smiling at us. How about in the morning we take a trip to the city and get some baby books? I'm sure there's plenty of stuff they cover, and that can help us out. We're not the first people to go through this, Sweetheart, and we won't be the last." I replied, internally smiling that I said something remotely coherent and then kissed her head.

"Good idea. I'll need to buy some clothes, too. There's no way I'm going back to mine anytime soon. Dad will be camped out the front until he's talked to us and I just can't face parents at the moment,"

More visions of her Dad hit me. Sat in his car with a loaded shotgun and wearing a tux. All I needed was to leave my apartment with a target on my back, and I'd be dead.

"Will Mac be okay here on his own?" I asked, ignoring her comment about her dad. The less I saw of him, the better.

"Yeah, just put him in the kitchen and hide the trash can. Oh, and make sure you leave the radio on for him." She giggled. I liked that sound. It was better than the heaving/hacking sounds that she'd let out over the last several hours.

"I'm still in a state of shock, are you? We're growing a baby,"

"I agree about the being shock bit, but don't add the 'we' bit into growing a baby. I'm doing all the hard work here."

Point well made.

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Tuesday ~ "What the fuck did it have to do with that woman if it was planned or not and what a bloody personal question to ask!" I didn't know whether to calm her down or step away from her. Would it be bad to act like I didn't know her while her arms were waving madly outside the store?

We'd just walked out of our third attempt at buying some baby books, and I agree, it was a rather personal question to ask, but Bella was so wild about it.

Was this what I had to expect until the baby came? I'd heard about the pregnancy hormones, but this was scary shit! I made a mental note to phone some of my old college buddies who'd settled down already. Maybe they could give me some advice.

"I'm going to this store now, and if anyone says anything to me other than congratulations, I'm going to start launching books at them,"

And I'm backing away slowly. . .

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Wednesday ~ "It says here that you shouldn't get many symptoms until you're about eight weeks, that's good, right?" I mused over my breakfast of toast. Bland, boring toast, because my darling girl couldn't stand the smell of anything decent cooking, it seems.

She says it's the smell of the metal heating up. Who the hell can smell metal? Does metal even have a smell?

"I keep throwing up, everything smells really bad, and it tastes like I have a metal spoon stuck in my mouth. That's hardly making me jump for joy that this doesn't really kick off until week eight," she grouched.

I'll shut up then.

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Thursday ~ We're on day five, and we decided that tomorrow we had to go to the office. Dad had been awesome at stepping in, but couldn't do it all on his own, and we couldn't shirk our responsibilities.

Plus, Mac was driving us insane. I didn't have any type of yard for him to run around here and he kept sliding on the wooden floors here, smashing furniture as he went. If I weren't so drained and worried about Princess's parents, I'd find it funny. And someone had to explain to him that it wasn't the same, peeing on an artificial plant, as it was a real one. I was half tempted to buy a cactus, just to put him off.

Yesterday we really took this all seriously and sat down to talk. We agreed that we didn't really know that much about each other, even though I was her boss, so we promised on having a date night each week until the baby came along. We also agreed that I would be moving into her house. I didn't exactly agree because she demanded that I did, but you wouldn't find me disagreeing.

She loved her house and had just finished decorating the place. It would be a shame to give up all that space, and of course, it was her home. The place I lived in was a shell in comparison.

This was going to be a huge adjustment for all of us, but we'd get there, right? I had to man up and stop being so girly about this stuff. I needed to grow a pair of balls. I needed to be the strong, well-rounded man I knew I could be. Christ, I was going to be a dad. Bella and I were going to be parents.

I felt sorry for the poor little bugger.

So, Edward's panicking a little. That's normal, right? They haven't been together long, his business has just started and now he's going to be a dad! Lots to work out.

I LOVED the idea of a Mac POV from a reader. How awesome would that be?! So many of you gave me ideas and it's been so long since I was pregnant, it refreshed my mind a lot, hehehe.

I'll see you all on Thursday.

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