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Bella Cullen/future fury
My husband is a dead man.
Six months into our happy union and he goes and does this.
"We can't take this back, Edward!"
He tells me to put the knife down, that it isn't as bad as I'm making it out to be.
The boy is just asking to be murdered today.
"It's a fucking butter knife. I can't believe you went behind my back. We aren't ready for something like this."
"But, Bella."
I shake my head.
"We talked about this. We promised that we wouldn't even broach the subject until after our first anniversary, and you go and trap me like this."
Edward holds the squirming bundle in his arms and frowns.
"I saw her and I just had to have her."
"Good. She can be yours. I want no part of it." I grab my snack. "Smoosh, come, boy."
Edward steps in front of me and lifts the blanket.
And I melt.
"Can we at least name her Esme?"
Edward laughs and places her in my arms.
Smoosh now has a Squash.
These poor dogs.