Chapter Ten
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The next morning, I woke up ready to examine every inch of our new house.
The first room I would look over was our bedroom, seeing as I was already in there. I'd briefly glanced at it last night as Edward carried me in and put me too bed, but it was dark and I was half asleep. Now that I was awake, I could admire everything.
It wasn't nearly as big as Edward's room back at the Cullen household, but size didn't matter to me. I was happy to see this room had plush white carpeting that kept my toes warm as I walked around. I found it amusing that Edward allowed for our bed room to be painted a delicate shade of lavender, but figured he had done it to please me, which it really did. The color was gorgeous and did wonders for keeping me in a peaceful mood. As my eyes scanned over the room, I wondered if Edward hard hired and personal decorator because our bed room looked like it had been plucked right out of Home Décor.
Our bed, which was so comfortable, was an oak four poster bed with dark purple curtains hanging around it, blocking the plush white comforter from view. The bed was littered with white and purple pillows in every shape and color, along with a stuffed bear that was there for Ayden's sake. The same oak was used for the 'his and hers' cabinets, where were on opposite sides of the bed next to the little night stands with white lamps on top of them. The dresser had a giant mirror attached to it, with framed pictures of our family on top of it. Like in the living room down stairs, there was a large TV against the far wall with a DVD collection underneath it. I was an inch away from abandoning my journey through our home when I spotted the entire Harry Potter series sitting right beneath the TV. It took a few minutes of convincing myself to venture out of our room, but eventually my curiosity beat out my obsession. I made a bargain with myself, if I finished searching the house before lunch, I could watch the entire series after lunch, which had me moving in third gear.
The room directly next to ours on the right before the stairs leading down stairs, was Ayden's room. The walls in his room were bright red, with Transformers characters plastered on each of the four walls. He had a car bed, which I could only imagine how excited he had been when he saw it, which was also Transformers themed. I could deduce by the amount of toys scattered around the room, Ayden had seen his new room and had basically thrown a party in excitement.
On the opposite side of our room I found a closed white door with a painting of Winnie the Pooh hung on it. I pushed the door open and I was close to tears when I realized it was the new baby's bed room. The walls were a pale yellow, with a small mural against the far right wall of Winnie the Pooh with Christopher Robin and Piglet. I had a brief flashback as my eyes scanned the room.
"I was a Winnie freak as a child," I confessed to Edward, my eyes cast down so not to see his laughing face. It was a little embarrassing to admit now.
"My favorite was Roo," Edward admitted, kissing my temple. "Roo and Tigger, actually. But I can see what you liked about Winnie, he was very loveable."
"Was?" I asked, sounding outraged. "He still is! I saved up all my money so I could paint and theme mine and Ayden's room Winnie the Pooh when he was a baby! But…Renee wouldn't let me. She said she needed the money to buy food, but used it for 'other' things. So Ayden and I just had our plan white room, just a simple picture of Winnie the Pooh as the only decoration."
I hadn't told anyone that story before. Edward gave me a small smile, "Well when we have kids, all their rooms will be decorated with Winnie and his friends."
My heart swelled with joy at the memory. I had confessed that to Edward far before I had gotten pregnant, how could he remember that?
Tears slid down my face as I stepped into the room. In the crib was a blanket set portraying a baby Winnie and Piglet hugging each other in their own cribs. In the crib was a stuffed Winnie, with a stuffed Piglet, Roo, and Tigger. Along the wall was a book shelf, full with children's books. By the bay window sat a giant rocking chair, which also had a stuffed Winnie the Pooh sitting on it. I found myself sitting in the chair as I admired all the work that had been put into the nursery. Beside my rocking chair was a changing table/dresser that I could only imagine was filled to the brim with baby clothes.
"Do you like it?" I had been so immersed in the room that I had failed to notice Edward standing in the door frame, simply watching me.
"I can't believe you did this, it's wonderful," I gushed, my eyes still roaming around the room. I noticed a white door that I hadn't realized was there before, "Does that lead into our room?"
"I figured it would come in handy once the baby was born."
"You think of everything," I mused, my eyes still attached to the baby's crib. I could not have dreamed of a better room for our first child. Edward had honestly out done himself on this one.
"I try," Edward said, finally crossing over the door and making his way into the room. He stopped right in front of me, "Are you hungry at all?"
While I wanted to lie and say 'no' I knew I was eating for two, which meant no skipping out on meals to adventure through the house. "A little bit," I admitted.
"Good, Ayden and I woke up early to make you some pancakes." He was helping me out of the rocking chair before I knew it and placing a soft kiss to my temple. I threw my arms around his neck and pressed our lips together, trying my best to express to him just how much this meant to me through our kiss.
Sadly, he pulled away from me after my stomach grumbled loudly and gave me a knowing look. I sighed, wishing I could just stand with my husband and few moments longer kissing him, but I was pretty damn hungry.
"Lead me to some food."
"You're wish is my command," Edward laughed lightly before linking our hands and guiding the way to the kitchen.
I didn't get a chance to admire the artwork hung on the walls in the hallway before the kitchen because as soon as he heard us come down stairs, Ayden had launched himself at me. "Momma, come look, come look!"
"I'm coming sweetie!" But there was no need to respond because Ayden was dragging me behind him into the kitchen.
There was a small table set before a nook with places set for three. "Is that pancakes I smell?"
I bent down and picked Ayden up, settling him onto my hip. He kissed my cheek before answering, "Yes momma! Daddy and I gots up earlies and made you bweakfast."
"I have the best boys in the whole world," I told Ayden while sitting down at the table, adjusting him so he was able to sit in my lap.
"I am quite the looker, so I must agree you made out pretty well," Edward said in a playful tone while loading my plate up with pancakes, following with Ayden's plate.
"You spoil me too much Edward," I said with a heavy sigh, doing my best to pretend that I wasn't joking.
"Maybe I like my women spoiled," He offered as a reply, which only earned a scornful look from me.
"You better only like one woman mister."
"But of course," he said, flashing me a grin. "All the more reason for me to spoil you!"
" One of these days you're going to wake up and I'm going to be one of those needy, over demanding wives and you'll be the only one to blame for that Edward," I warned him, knowing my threat was a lie. No matter how much he pampered me, I would never demand a thing from him.
"Something I will deal with when it happens," he quipped, winking at me before digging into his own pancakes.
Our witty banter over with, Ayden felt he was allowed to speak freely. "You like your pancakes momma? I loves em. I could eats pancakes all day every day! Nummy nummy pancakes," by the end of his tiny tirade, Ayden was rubbing his small belly, reminding me very much of Emmett after he finishes a meal.
"I do like my pancakes. Thank you for making them for me, sweetie."
Breakfast passed by quickly and I found time to roam around the house again. While our home wasn't the largest, we did have a dining room, guest room and a decent size backyard. Ayden spent the rest of the day in the back yard, trying to play foot ball with Edward. It was after I'd watched them play for thirty minutes that I decided I could steal away to our upstairs bedroom and watch some Harry Potter.
I was at the part in the third movie where the lights go out on the train and they all realize something is wrong (stupid dementors are there!) when someone made the decision to intrude upon my life and knock on my door.
"Come in," I call out, my eyes glued to the screen. I can remember how huge of a crush I had on Daniel Radcliffe when the movies first came out…not to mention that Tom Felton guy was pretty cute back then as well.
"You are not watching that," Alice's mocking tone does not affect me. Instead I am focusing on the fact that Harry has just fainted, the poor baby. "Bella, are you even listening to me?"
Because I can recite this whole movie, I tear my eyes from the TV and turn to glare at Alice with the most annoyed look I can muster. "Oh come on, you're not mad at me because I interrupted your movie, are you?"
When I don't answer, Alice has the nerve to look offended. "Seriously Bella? It's just a movie!"
"Just a movie," I scoff at her. "Um, hello Alice, it's Harry Potter. Just a movie, you make me laugh."
Alice's expression changed, for a moment she stared at the TV most likely curious as to what's going on and then back at me. She's gives me a look that I can only assume she saves for when she is staring at crazy people. "I think pregnancy has seriously warped your brain Bella. Twilight is way better than this stuff."
"Out of my room," I shout, most likely louder than necessary, with my finger pointed right at the door. As expected, she stared right at me as if I just told her I was plotting to take over the world. I got up from my heavenly-comfy spot on the bed and marched towards Alice's spot, right next to the dresser. "You come into my house, up into my bedroom and start speaking such blasphemy?"
I know, looking back on it, I was being very over dramatic, but all in all: don't talk smack about Harry Potter, not in my presence at least.
I must have been yelling a lot louder than I had meant to, because I could hear a stampede of feet rushing up the stairs, and was greeted by Edward, Jasper and Ayden, their eyes scanning the room in search of the emergency.
Alice looked at her brother, "Your wife has lost her marbles."
But Edward knew in an instant what this was all about. "Alice, what did you say about Potter?"
My little friend threw her tiny hands up in the air in frustration, "Who cares what I said? I just want to talk about my damn wedding with my best friend, is that too much to ask?"
Edward looked as if he was ready to answer 'yes' but the look on Alice's face kept his mouth firmly shut. "If you're asking me to plan your wedding Alice, I'm afraid you're going to have to handle the fact it will Harry Potter themed."
At this, Alice's pale face broke out into a grin. "I love you to death Bella, but I would never ask you to plan my wedding. I can only imagine what kind of mess that would be."
"Well, if nothing is wrong, I think I'm going to head back downstairs," Jasper announced with a relieved look on his face.
"I think I go downstairs wif Jasper momma," Ayden began to tell me, but he caught himself quickly, "If that's otay wif yew?"
"Of course baby, go play with Uncle Jasper." My eyes flashed to Edward when I mentioned Jasper as Ayden's uncle to see if he would react, but he kept a straight face, his eyes never leaving mine. He had a coy smile playing on his lips that instantly made my own lips curve upward.
Jasper hoisted my son up and onto his hip, "It was nice seeing you Bella!"
"Likewise Jasper, hope you're staying for dinner!" I shouted after his already retreating form. Edward remained standing there, just staring at me with that smirk of his. I waved him off, "Go on, I'm fine."
Edward's eyes did not leave mine for a long moment. I knew he was being over protective of his over dramatic wife, but it was nice to know he'd be there to defend me, even if it was just over Harry Potter. When he finally followed Jasper and Ayden back down the stairs, I took hold of Alice's arm and dragged her over to my bed. Her eyes slowly drifted back to the TV and I could only assume she wanted me to turn off Harry Potter, but today she had no such luck.
"What did you want to talk about?"
It wasn't very likely that she was going to ask me for any fashion advice about her wedding, I am the least fashionable person she knows, and Alice knows a lot of people. So what could she possibly want to ask me about concerning her wedding? It's not like I knew any good florists or catering companies, she had handled all of those people for my wedding. I had pretty much shown up to my own wedding without a clue as to how things would look. Not that I had any reason to be concerned, Alice was the perfect person to plan a wedding. From the moment I met her, I knew she was the kind of girl who went all out for every single thing that she did. It was only expected that weddings were included in that.
"There's something that I need to ask you, but I don't know if it's going to be too much of me to ask you. With the baby, Ayden and school starting soon…"
Alice kept talking, but my mind drifted off during her rant. I had completely forgotten that I would be attending college in only a month and less than two months after that, I would be having a baby. My first child with Edward, but the second child I would be having. I had high hopes for myself with school, but if I really thought about it, how on earth was I planning on passing school while taking care of a newborn and a toddler? Not to mention, when was I going to see my husband? Or my father and the rest of my friends? How was I going to work, go to school, take care of my kids and have a life? Edward had assured me that I was good enough to multitask to such a degree, but at that moment I highly doubted it. What if the baby or Ayden got sick when I was supposed to go to class? Who would watch them? Had I really thought all this out?
"Bella," Alice's pointed face came back into my line of vision and I realized I had been ignoring her. From the look of pure anxiousness on her face, it seemed I had missed an important part of our conversation.
"Um, sorry I zoned out for a second there. What did you say?" I tried my best to act bashful and not show the absolute terror on my face that was now lurking within me due to the thought of school.
"God Bella," Alice sighed, rolling her vibrant eyes at me before going on, "I just asked you to be my maid of honor, a highly respected position in a wedding, and you're zoning out thinking about Harry stinking Potter."
"I was not, I swear!" Did she really think that was all I thought about? "I was just thinking about school and when I have the baby, really!" She was still giving me a disbelieving look. "I said I was sorry Alice, come on!"
"Fine, fine I believe you," she groaned after a few minutes of my pouting. "But you didn't answer my question!"
I sat there for a moment, racking my brain to think of what question she had asked me when it hit me. She wanted me to be her maid of honor! Me, the clumsy girl she'd only met a year ago who would probably be horrible at it.
"Oh, Alice are you sure? I mean, wouldn't Rose be way better at that then me?"
"She's not who I want! You're my best friend Bella. I want you to be my maid of honor next summer when Jasper and I get married. You're going to do your maid of honor duties with a smile on your face. Then at my reception you better give a drunken speech about how much you love me."
"I won't be 21 next summer Alice, I can't give a drunken speech," I told her, in a vain attempt to tell her why I couldn't be a maid of honor.
"I am not taking no for an answer."
I knew better than to fight that reply. Why Alice wanted to ruin her wedding by making me maid of honor, I had no idea, but if she was determined to do so, I would do it. "Fine, I'll be your maid of honor."
"Oh Bella, nothing could make me happier," She cried before flinging her tiny arms around my neck and squeezing me until I could no longer breath. "I promise you won't regret it! This is going to be perfect."
"It's your funeral," I warn her, but still manage to hug her back just as tightly. Alice has done enough for me in the time I've known her, the least I can do for her is be maid of honor, right?
I totally forgot I had this chapter written, I'm sorry guys. I had it saved under a totally weird name too so I had no idea where it was until I finished writing the chapter where Bella has her baby!