AN: Hi gang.

Chapter 8 (EPOV)

"I can't believe you're actually threatened by an elderly cat lady with a mean streak, Edward!"

When Bella called me Edward, it was bad. Very bad.

The fact that I was yelling back at her was even more disturbing. Why couldn't she understand? "You need to rest, Bella! It is silly for you to sit in her drafty house and work!"

Dinner was supposed to be lovely. I made it for her and was just going to gently approach her about staying home. She could draw pretty pictures and watch TV. Things she loved to do. Instead, we sat at the kitchen table shooting daggers at each other. It was our first real fight. We were grownups now. I loved us even in our screaming.

"Recording an old bat's musings about the olden days and drinking up her Sprite is easy!" She threw a meatball sub at me. Sauce and meat slid down my favorite sweater. It was green cashmere! It was from mother! Bella interrupted my internal panic attack. "I'm in the first trimester, Edward! We Swans are made of strong stuff! Don't you worry about me and the spawn. You should worry about the rest of the world when the kid and I take over!"

She was frightening and sexy in her anger. I was certain she wouldn't be having sex with me though.

"There's cat litter in that house!" I screamed and imagined the dreaded cat litter infecting our child. I stood and grabbed a paper towel from the counter. The paper towel was highly lacking at sauce removal.

"I'm not scooping it! I make Jacob do it! That's his job! Seth's job is rubbing Rachel's bunions!"

She gave her death glare.

I wondered if she would let me kiss her angry face away? Bella would probably hurt me first with her angry words.

"You don't have to work! The money I made off the business—"

She threw a handful of chips on the floor and stomped on them. I hated that. "Selling swords to nerds so they accidentally poke their eyes out? I like making money to support you and Damon! You're my family and I want to take care of you both! I love you, Kid!"

"Oh Bella, I love you too!" I went to hold her and stopped. "Damon?"

"Yes."

"Like that guy on the vampire show?" I hated that snarky guy. Bella always looked at the screen with a weird smile on her face when he was on.

She shook her head. "The Omen."

"Bella!" I clutched my hair in frustration. "We are not naming our sweet child after the devil. Also, we could have a girl!"

"Technically, it was the devil's son," she huffed. "I think. Anyway, I think it's a valiant name worthy of the strong Swans and the creative Cullens."

"Oh sweethe—" I began, but stopped when I heard a noise. It was a tiny mew. "Bella? You didn't!"

A small kitten noise was heard from the guest room. I rushed over and a little, orange fur ball stumbled out. It looked at me with big eyes. "Did you bring it home from Mrs. Black's house?"

"Yes. Mr. Bojangles was being bullied by his sisters!" She actually looked sheepish.

I wasn't feeling generous. "The litter box?"

"Jacob. Rachel made him my slave." Her mouth quivered.

"This isn't cool, Bella!"

That's when she cried. Big tears fell from her eyes and she began to wail. It was hard to understand. Something about babies and cats.

That's when it hit me. My girl was a hormonal mess. I hugged her tight. "We'll keep the kitten. I always imagined you would talk me into having a zoo."

She hugged me tighter. "Thank you, Kid."

All was right with the world.

"I'll come with you to Mrs. Black's. I'm sure she needs some cleaning done or things repaired." I would do anything for Bella, even suffer the taunts of Mrs. Black.

Bella wiped her tears on my filthy sweater. Then pulled it over my head. I asked in confusion, "What?"

"I'm going to have sex with you on the kitchen table!" She sniffed. "Get naked."

I fumbled with my pants, as Bella pushed me down on the still covered table. Glasses crashed to the floor and my back was squishy from the food. She scrambled up with her pants off and demanded, "Make me scream, Kid!"

So I did. It was pretty amazing.

Except for the food stuck in unpleasant places. That was just really gross.