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CHAPTER 4

Oh god, is this ever going to stop?

My throat burned as the contents of my stomach emptied into the toilet.

"… ugh," I groaned, resting my head on the porcelain.

"Mommy!" Masen yelled, running through my bedroom and into the bathroom. "Daddy's here!"

"You okay, Bells?" Edward asked, walking in behind Masen. I stood up and moved to the sink to rinse my mouth out.

"Yeah…" I said, wiping my face with a damp cloth.

"We don't have to go," he said hesitantly. "I mean, if you're sick…"

"No," Masen whined. "I go Chuck E Cheeses, daddy…"

"Buddy," Edward tried. "Mommy's sick, we might not be able to."

I shook my head. "No, Edward, its fine. I'll be fine. He's been looking forward to this all week."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Positive." The word no sooner left my mouth, when the nausea swept over me again. I turned back to the toilet, taking in deep breaths as an attempt to calm my stomach.

"Mommy sick?" Masen asked.

Edward sighed. "Yeah, buddy, mommy's sick. Sorry, Bells, but it looks like there's no Chuck E Cheeses for you today."

"Edward—" I started to protest.

"Masen," Edward said, turning his attention to our son. "Buddy, why don't you go find something to wear, while I talk to mommy for a minute. Remember its cold outside."

"Okay, daddy!" Masen ran from the room, leaving Edward and I alone. I wasn't too excited to see his bedroom after he picked out an outfit for the day, so I decided to make Edward clean it up.

"Bells," Edward said, extending his hand to help me up. "You're sick; you need to be in bed, resting."

"But Masen's been really looking forward to this, Edward," I objected. Edward bit his lip, suddenly looking nervous. "What is it?"

"I know … you know, we've um … well, we've been talking about Masen and I doing stuff alone, haven't we?" he stuttered. "Him, um, spending the night? Maybe tonight would be a good night to start that … I mean you really should be resting …"

"Edward," I said, interrupting his nervous ramblings. "Are you ready for overnight? I'm okay with him spending the night … as long as you're sure you're ready for it."

"I think so," he replied hesitantly.

"He might not do well, Edward," I informed. "He doesn't spend much time away from me. He probably won't sleep."

"We'll be fine," Edward replied, and I raised my brows at him. I knew my child; it was going to be a very long night for Edward.

"You're sure?" I asked incredulously.

He smiled disarmingly. "Yup."

"Okay…" I chuckled lightly. "Then I suggest you go help him pack … oh, and make sure he picks up all the clothes he's probably thrown all around his room … and you make sure they're put neatly back in the dresser."

"Yes, ma'am."

As Edward went off to help Masen, my stomach had finally settled enough, and I didn't feel the need to vomit anymore so I got up to brush my teeth. It perhaps wasn't the smarted idea as I instantly gagged on the toothbrush, but I did the best I could, and then went to check on them.

Masen was tugging on Edward's shirt nervously in his bedroom.

"But daddy," Masen whimpered, as Edward pulled clothes from his dresser. "I only need one clothes … I don't pee anymo. I'm a big boy, now."

"I know you are, Masen," Edward assured. "Let's just—"

"Masen," I interrupted. "Honey, come here for a minute?" I knelt down to his level.

"Daddy thinks I still pee," Masen explained, his voice cracking a bit.

"No, he doesn't, honey. Daddy knows you're a big boy. He knows you don't pee your pants anymore." I sighed, looking up to Edward before turning my attention back to my son. "Masen, honey, you know how daddy made you your very own room at his house?"

Masen nodded. "Uh huh."

"Well, he did that so you could sleep at his house sometimes … you know, like you do at Papa Charlie's and Nana Née's? What do you think about that, buddy? Maybe you could stay with daddy tonight. Would you like that?"

Masen turned to Edward. "I stay up late." It wasn't a question. Masen was telling him he wasn't going to be doing much sleeping tonight.

Edward chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, buddy. I know you stay up late."

Masen turned back to me, asking sheepishly, "I back morrow?"

I nodded my head, smiling a reassuring smile. "Yup. You'll be back tomorrow."

Masen looked at me curiously for a minute then leaned in. "Daddy has no toys."

Edward and I both laughed. "We can definitely remedy that, little guy," Edward said, picking Masen up. "We'll go shopping!"

"Oh god," I groaned.

"Shoppin?" Masen repeated, clearly liking the idea. "I good, I get cars?"

"You can get anything you want, little man—"

"Edward!" I admonished. "Please don't spoil him!"

"Sorry, babe," Edward retorted with a smirk and a shrug. "I've got three birthday's, four Christmas's, four Easter's and lots of just because to make up for … he's gonna be spoiled!" I cringed at the thought, but didn't say anything. Honestly, what could I say?

~OOO~

I didn't do much after they left. I pretty much slept the day away on the couch. It seemed like nowadays I was exhausted all the time, all I wanted to do was sleep. Not always possible, but thank goodness for baby daddies…

The nausea continued to come and go throughout the day. Edward and Masen called a few times just so I knew they were getting by okay. Edward thought I was nervous, but honestly I wasn't; Masen was safe with his dad, he'd never let anything happen to him.

Edward called for the last time at close to ten, saying he was going to try to get Masen down. I answered with a giggle. "Good luck with that."

I decided to call it a night after I hung up with Edward. I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep when I woke up to the phone ringing. I glanced at the clock, 11:32, and then reached to pick up the phone. I looked at the caller I.D. – Edward.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I'm, um," he stammered. "Sorry, did I wake you?"

"It's okay," I answered, yawning. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, well, no," he said, sounding anxious. "Masen wants to come home … well, he actually said he wanted his mommy to come sleep in his bed here. He won't stop crying…"

"Can I talk to him?"

"Yeah," he answered. "Masen?"

"M-mommy…?" Masen whimpered.

"Hey, honey," I cooed, trying not to upset him anymore than he already was. "Do you want daddy to bring you home?"

"No," he whimpered. "You sleep here, too."

"Baby, mommy can't sleep at daddy's," I explained. "Daddy didn't make a bedroom for mommy … only Masen, remember?"

"You chair my bed … it's real big … daddy?" his voice muffled as he pulled his mouth away from the receiver. "Mommy chair my bed, since you didn't make her one?"

"Can I talk to mommy for a minute, little man?" I heard Edward ask. "Hey … look, I could bring him home if you want me to?

"He doesn't want to come home."

"Well, are you up for a drive?" he asked hesitantly.

"I'll just get him to sleep." I answered. I couldn't stay at home and sleep, when I knew Masen wanted me.

Masen was fast asleep when I got to Edward's, but I went up to check on him anyway. I ended up spending thirty minutes just cuddling with him. When I came back downstairs, Edward smiled up at me from the couch.

"He should be good for the rest of the night," I said, heading towards the foyer. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"You don't have to leave, Bella," he protested, getting off the couch. "It's getting late. You can use the guestroom next to Masen's, if you want to stay."

"Edward, it's okay. This is supposed to be your time with him…"

"I don't mind—" A knock at the door interrupted him. Confusion, then anger quickly covered Edward's face as he stalked towards the door.

"You're supposed to call first," Edward hissed, at the person on the other side of the threshold.

"Sorry, I saw the lights on … I didn't think you'd mind?" A female responded wrapping her hands around Edward's waist. Jealousy surged through my veins, and I cleared my throat rather loudly.

Edward stepped back, pulling his hand through his hair. "This really isn't a good time, Lauren."

Lauren stepped around him, her eyes zoning in on me, standing in my pajamas in the middle of Edward's living room. "Who the hell are you?" she spat.

"Bella—" I answered, unsure if I should add something like, 'Masen's mom' to it.

She interrupted me, "Well, I'm Lauren … his girlfriend."

Girlfriend?

**Author's Note**

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