Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own the Twilight series, or anything associated with it. It's all from the genius of Stephenie Meyer. However, I can tell you write now I sure as hell wouldn't be using my time to write if I owned a certain Edward Cullen….

BPOV

Edward had left a note explaining that he would be back shortly. I woke up in his bed this morning. Oh crap, Charlie's gonna kill me. Oh, wait, he's not home either. His vacation was working for the both of us. I got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen. Esme had made sure to be in full stock of food now, since I had been staying over quite often lately. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and went into the living room to watch some Saturday morning (TiVo'd) cartoons with Emmett. It had all gotten pretty routine these last few weeks.

Emmett was watching Futurama from the TiVo. It was the episode when Fry eats the old egg salad sandwich and gets worms in his stomach because of it. I started eating my cereal.

"Bella, did you ever wonder if you could get worms from that cereal you're eating right now? It's very dangerous, especially for you."

"Emmett, I would prefer not to talk about microscopic beings living in my food. I know that is a normal occurrence for you, but it isn't something that humans find appetizing."

"You know Bella, I think since you obviously don't care about your health, I should inspect it for you." Emmett then picked up my breakfast, swished it around, looked in it, as if he could see through the liquid to the bottom, and then put his finger in and tasted it.

"Emmett, that's gross! Well, I'm not going to eat it now. Mission Accomplished Sherlock."

"Bella, this is the stuff you eat? This stuff is nasty; it has almost no taste at all to it. We have to get you something else."

"Emmett, this is not food for you. It is meant for humans, and it is humans who decide whether it tastes good or not. Now, just leave the massacre of a cereal dish to itself and watch Futurama. Look, they're getting small now."

"Whoa, how the heck do they DO that?! Can I get small Bella? If I did, would you let me travel inside you like the future people are?"

"Sure, whatever, Emmett. I promise I will allow you to fly inside me when you get mini sized. Just please be quiet. You're making me tired." At that moment, I heard the front door open, so I turned to see if Edward was back, but no one was there. I turned my head back the other way, and there Edward was, looking into my eyes. I jumped out of surprise.

"How did you sleep? I didn't disturb you by leaving, did I?" Edward reached over and kissed my hand. He really was so sweet.

"No, I was fine. I've just been trying to eat breakfast, but Emmett, well, let's just say that cereal isn't as appetizing as it used to be anymore." Edward growled at Emmett.

"Emmett, go upstairs. I'm sure Bella wants to be left to some peace and quiet."

"Edward, do I have to go? I was here first." Emmett wined.

"Of course you were here first. But you've been here much longer than Bella, and I think she deserves to watch, or not watch, what she wants to." Edward kissed my cheek.

"Aw, gross." And with that last, intelligent observation, Emmett went upstairs and left us alone.

"So, my love, how are you feeling?" Edward was kissing my neck. I had to struggle for words.

"I'm…fine…Edward. Why are…you so…curious?" Edward chuckled.

"Well, I was just thinking that, since the cat idea didn't hook you too much yesterday, I figured…" I pushed Edward off me.

"Edward, you didn't get me a dog, did you?" He was really starting to worry me.

"Of course not! Why on earth would I get you a dog, of all creatures?" Edward grimaced.

"Ok, good. I thought you bought me another pet. So what were you saying?"

"Well, Bella, I didn't get you a dog, but I did get you another pet. A bird, actually. I put it upstairs. I'll go and get it. It's really cute; I know you'll love it, Bella." Edward ran upstairs.

Oh God no, why did he have to be so excited about this? It's not just cats that I'm averse to, it's all animals. I can't handle the responsibility of taking care of a poor little creature's life; I could barely take care of my own! But how could I tell Edward this without hurting him?

As I was thinking about how to get out of my dilemma, I heard a loud crash, and Edward was yelling.

"EMMETT, NO! THAT BIRD IS FOR BELLA, IT IS NOT FOOD!!!!!"

Wow, Emmett must be hungry today….

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