Chapter 6

BPOV

DISCLAIMER: Twilight and all of its characters belong to the amazing Stephenie Meyer. I just get to have my way with them…especially Edward. No copyright infringement intended.

'Until next time…'

'Until next time…'

Until next time came and went, and I hadn't spoken to Edward since our chit chat in my kitchen, days then weeks flew by. To say I was disappointed would be a serious understatement, I continued with my normal everyday routine. Wake up early, fix Mike's breakfast, and wait for him to finish, clean up his mess, and take care of our sons and clean the house while he's at work, cook dinner, clean his mess again, then go to bed to wake up and do the same things all over again.

Since the day after Edward left my house I was pretty much walking around with a sad and depressed look on my face. I could see it when I would look into the mirror of our small bathroom when I was washing my face and brushing my teeth. I wasn't in any danger of Mike noticing, he never noticed me or anything I was doing…unless I was doing something he considered wrong. And since I always looked sad and depressed according to the checkout girl at the grocery store, if he'd notice my expression he'd think it was the norm.

I told myself I didn't have to speak to him that if I just got to see him, then that would be good enough. I spent every day standing over my kitchen sink eyes peeled to my window hoping for a glimpse of him. For some unknown reason his presence brought me a small sense of peace, comfortableness…and possibly hope? Every day that I spent stuck in front of my kitchen sink looking out the window, the sadder I became, because I never saw him. I always caught him at the very last moment. It was either a foot walking into his front in the early morning, or a streak of copper hair sliding into his well tinted car to go to his evening shift and Port Angeles Memorial. This added to my normal routine had become my life every single day.

Another two weeks had gone by and I had begun to start feeling off, and by off I mean my body's system was feeling off. It was a feeling that I wasn't completely used to but some of the symptoms were some I that I dealt with from time to time. I went to the wall calendar to check the date, as I ticked off the numbers on my fingers as I was counting. When I came to the end of my counting I knew that I was right when I thought that I was feeling off. My period should be starting in the next few days; I walked away from the calendar going into the living room and up the small stair case, to make sure the boys were in their room safe, and playing. One thing I learned from my days of babysitting is that you can never be too safe when it comes to children…especially toddlers. They can find the smallest things that you would never notice and put it in their mouths.

I opened the door to their room and smiled when I saw Mikey sitting on his alphabet blanket playing with his small yellow musical school bus with the flashing lights and Ben sitting in his floor level vibrating bouncy seat with his mobile swinging in front of his face filled with pure amusement. When Mikey spotted me peeking through the door he gave me a wide, gum and pacifier filled grin. That made me smile even bigger, but when it came to his musical school bus playing time nothing and no one held his attention long enough to take him away from it. I closed their bedroom door and turned to go back down stairs, halfway down I felt very light-headed and dizzy, so light-headed that I stumbled the rest of the way down. Thank God I was holding on to the banister with a somewhat firm grip that didn't fall completely down the rest of the way.

I have never felt like this before when it came down to me getting my period, the other symptoms I could deal with. But the fainting I was not accustomed to. I finally made it to the bottom of the stair case and shook my head as if to rid myself of the dizziness. I went to the broom closet on the side of the stair case and opened it to take the vacuum cleaner out so I could begin cleaning the carpets and the drapes throughout the first floor of the house. I was in the middle of cleaning the living room when I suddenly became thirsty and decided to take a break and get a glass of water and have a seat. I'd already cleaned two other rooms and I was halfway done with the living so I felt I was deserving of a break.

I finished off my glass of water and then a second one and finished the rest of my vacuuming, did some dusting, put away my cleaning supplies, and thought about what I should make for dinner as I went back up the stairs to check on Mikey and Ben one last time before I went into my bedroom. One minute I was sitting on the side of the bed trying to figure out what to make for dinner and the next all I remember was waking up flat on my back. Stiff and trying to sit up from the position I apparently fell asleep in. What the hell is going on with me!? Maybe it's just stress? I am always overthinking things, making sure not to set a foot wrong to not upset my husband, since he could be a ticking time bomb at times.

I looked over at the clock on the night stand and it blinked with the time, telling me that I had pretty much slept for about an hour and that I had about two hours before Mike would be home. I stood up stretching out my limbs, and blinking the sleep from my eyes. Once I got all of my bearings I remembered the boys and shot across my bedroom and out the door across the hall, and found my two little angels sound asleep. Mikey on his alphabet blankets with his pacifier hanging out of his mouth, and Ben still vibrating in his bouncy chair. I went over to them to physically see and feel that they were ok. I saw that their chests were rising and I let out a relieved breath.

I left their room to go back to the first floor, as much as I go up and down these stairs I should have the most toned legs I thought absently to myself. I went into the kitchen to start dinner. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans, and bread rolls were on the menu for tonight. I preheated the oven and prepared the meatloaf, adding all of the ingredients in, mixing it to together and placing it in the dish and molding it in a loaf like shape. I peeled the potatoes and put in a pot of semi boiling water, so it would finish cooking ahead of the meat loaf. Putting mine and Mike's meal to the side I fixed the boys their dinner, brought them to the dinner table fed them, bathed them while the food was still cooking and put them in their playpen till it was time for them to go to bed.

By the time dinner was finishing and Mike had come home and greeted me in a disgruntled way, I was completely ravenous. I placed the dishes and small platters of our food on the dinner table, then retrieved our silverware. As usual we hardly had anything to say to each other as we ate, it was nothing more than the normal sound of forks and knives scraping across our plates. I ate all of my first serving then had a second helping. I guess I really worked up an appetite today.

When we had finished our meal, I did my usual task of clearing away and cleaning up everything. And Mike did his usual task of nothing, as I put Mikey and Ben to bed for the night. During me drying the dishes I felt the strong sensation of needing to release everything that I'd eaten. I went into the smaller than small den where Mike was watching wrestling. I stood there in the doorway until the commercials came on, I knew better than to interrupt him in the middle of one of his shows.

When a commercial with a woman doing cartwheels in a field wild flowers advertising tampons came on I knew that was my cue. Who the heck comes up with these insane notions that women are happy when on their periods? I slowly approached him, keeping my distance and making sure to stay to the side of him.

"Mike?" I asked his name softly.

"What is it?" he said, in such a disgruntled way. Not even acknowledging my presence.

"I need the keys to the car so I can go to the supermarket. I haven't been in a while and we're out of quite a few things." I whispered all of my words out.

"A few things like what?"

"Toilet paper, dog food, milk, eggs, bread, napkins, laundry detergent…just the basic average things, and since you take the car every morning to work this is the only time of the day that I can go." I left off one thing I planned on getting while at the supermarket.

"Hmph. Well I guess it would be best for you to go ahead and get those things." He reached into his pocket to give me the keys, when I reached my hand out for them and they were in my grasp he quickly snatched them back while my hand was still wrapped around them.

"Don't forget, I check the mileage…so I'll know if you've strayed off anywhere you're not supposed to be." He looked at me with his squinty blue eyes, nothing like the soft green ones I'd prefer to be looking at.

"Of course, I wouldn't go anywhere else," he nodded his head and grunted, going back to the television. "The boys have already been put to bed, so you don't have to check in on them." I said as if he really would, knowing that he wouldn't. He said a bland 'yeah yeah' and waved me off as his favorite wrestled entered the ring.

I quickly walked to where my purse with my keys firm in my grasp. I wanted to get out of there as quickly as I could before he was to decide to stop me. I made it into the garage, and I opened the door to the small sedan and peeled out of the drive. I felt so free being out of the house, but as free as I may have felt I didn't take my time. I took the quickest route to the grocery store, grabbed a cart and got everything that I needed for the house. I went to the feminine care isle and got my normal box of tampons and other feminine products. I went to checkout and paid the bored looking checkout that continuously popped her gum. I gathered all of my purchases, piled them into the car and made a beeline back home. Without any help from Mike I got everything out and brought it into the house putting them away. I went into the upstairs bathroom to put away my 'woman things' as Mike liked to call it, locking the door behind me. I put everything away except for a little white box. I pulled the tabs back, and pulled the offensive white stick out.

Pulling down my panties, I sat on the toilet and peed on the pregnancy test. I stuck the cap back on it, laying it on the counter top and did my bathroom routine waiting for the time to be up. Five minutes had passed and I still didn't pick up the pregnancy test. Another two minutes went by when I finally got the nerve to pick it up. There were two words that I wanted to see, and there were two words I did not want to see. When I lifted the stick up to my line of vision and read the two words, I gasped. Then let out a long breath. There it was in bold letters.

Yes, pregnant.

Then came the knock at the door.


OOOH CLIFFY! Don't hurt me...sorry if this may have seemed like a little bit of drabble chapter. I'm on a bumpy ride on a charter bus leaving a state championship game with nothing else to do other than listen to people snore. And if you're from Texas or have ever been, you know how important football is to us. You know what I want you to do REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! A new chapter should be up in the next few days.