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I know a lot of you think Bella is being too hard on Edward, and yes, she is being a super bitch, but hormones are a major pain in the ass! Give her a break, she'll learn the errors of her ways … soon.
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CHAPTER 21
"GLADLY!"
I told him not to come back, and he said, "GLADLY!"
What the fuck just happened?
I didn't even know what we were fighting about.
Liar.
Fine! I knew. Moreover, I knew Edward would have no way of knowing the smell of Burger King French fries sends me to the fucking bathroom now.
Then why'd you expect him to?
I sighed, stripping off all my clothes before I climbed into bed.
Because I was a bitch … and so damn tired.
My aching bladder woke me out of a sound sleep. I sat up slightly and glanced to the clock, it read eleven sixteen. With a sigh, I climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
I was mid-stream when Daughtry's 'It's Not Over'—Edward's ringtone—started playing in my room.
"Well, I'll try to do it right this time around, let's start over
I'll try to do it right this time around, it's not over
'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground
This love is killing me but you're the only one, it is not over."
I finished my business then returned to my room to call Edward back.
He answered on the first ring. "Hey, sorry if I woke you …."
"You didn't," I replied honestly, climbing back into bed. "I woke up a couple of minutes ago. I was in the bathroom."
"Oh …. Look, about earlier—"
"Come home," I interrupted with a whimper. "I didn't mean what I said. I was just frustrated, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry."
"Me too, baby," he sighed. "I was being an ass, which I'm sure didn't help …. It's just been a really long day, not your fault I know, but—"
"I love you, Edward," I interrupted. "But you're rambling again … we're both sorry, again."
He laughed. "Don't worry, we'll figure this out … eventually."
"Haha …. So are you on your way or what?" I asked excitedly.
"Yes, Bella," he chuckled. "I'm on my way …. I'll be there in about ten minutes."
"Good," I sighed.
"See ya in a few …."
"Okay." I hung up the phone and cuddled into his side of the bed t0 wait.
Chocolate …
I sat up in bed.
Chocolate ice cream …
I tore the blankets off and jumped out of bed. I grabbed my robe from the end of my bed and pulled it on as I made my way to the kitchen.
Ooh, chocolate ice cream with chocolate syrup … hot fudge … A HOT FUDGE SUNDAE!
I pulled open the fridge. None. I pulled open the cupboard. Nothing.
NO!
I stood there, in nothing but my terrycloth robe, staring at the open cupboard like it was going to magically appear before me when I heard the front door open and then close.
"Edward …" I whined from the kitchen. "I want a sundae. But we don't have any hot fudge."
I heard his footsteps in the hallway and then he was standing in the doorway.
"Tanya's in labor," he murmured.
I turned around to look at him. "What?" I asked, though I was sure I heard him correctly the first time.
"Tanya's in labor," he repeated.
"Oh, um …."
Fucking bitch probably did this just so I couldn't have my sundae.
Seriously?
"Bells?" Edward asked, wrapping one arm around my waist while the other lifted my chin so he could see my eyes. "Baby, talk to me. Please?"
"I really wanted a sundae, Edward." I pouted. Lip and all.
He chuckled shaking his head. "Really? That's all your concerned with? A sundae?"
I nodded sheepishly, making Edward laugh as he pulled me into his arms. "Then I guess we're going to get sundaes."
I smiled triumphantly. I honestly didn't care if she was in labor or not—that news meant nothing to me. The day the paternity test results came in … now that day, I may have some feelings to express … something to talk about—but right now? I wanted a sundae.
"Thank you," I responded, pulling out of his arms. "I just gotta get dressed."
Edward nodded and I went into the bedroom to try to find some clothes to wear. It was definitely time to bite the bullet and call Alice for some shopping. This momma was in some serious need of maternity clothes. After settling on a pair of leggings and one of Edward's Dartmouth sweatshirts, I was ready to go.
Edward smirked at my choice of clothes.
"Bite me," I retorted, the same smirk reflected back at him. "I'm gonna call Alice tomorrow."
"Good," he replied, getting off the couch.
I pulled on my gray mid-calf snow boots and coat while Edward put his coat back on.
"Got everything?" he asked, opening the door.
I picked up my purse, giggling lightly to myself. "Yeah, Edward. I've got everything," I replied sarcastically, walking out the door.
He closed and locked the door behind him and followed me to the car.
"Why so sarcastic?" he asked, closing the driver side door.
"You ask that like it really matters if I forgot something," I replied snapping my seatbelt. "You have a key to the house and you always pay for everything. Worst case, I don't have my I.D., but when do I ever need my I.D. … especially pregnant?"
He didn't say anything, he just shook his head and started the car. I watched him as he slid on his seat belt and backed out of the driveway, before turning my attention to the dark night passing by the window.
"I told James to call me after she's born," Edward said, breaking the silence.
I turned to look at him. Even in the dark car, I could see his green eyes staring back at me, though only for a second before they returned to the road.
"So we can get this paternity test started," he went on to say.
I nodded even though he couldn't see me. "James is here?"
"Yeah, he got here Wednesday night."
I nodded, again, like some damn retard, but I didn't say anything. In fact, neither of us said anything the remainder of the drive. It wasn't until we were pulling into the parking place that I decided to talk.
"If you wanna go to the hospital, Edward …" I finally said, turning in my seat to look at him. I watched as he put the car in park before turning to look at me. "We can go to the hospital. I … I don't want t—"
"Bella, honey," he interrupted, placing both his index and middle fingers over my lips. "I do want to go to the hospital. But I can promise you, I don't want to go right now. Right now, I want to get ice cream with you. Okay?"
I nodded my agreement instead of doing what I should have done.
Which is what? Make him go to the hospital so he can watch some little girl that may or may not be his be born?
Yes. Knowing Edward—if it is his daughter—he would kick himself for not being there for her birth …. I didn't know what to do. What was the right thing to do in a situation such as this? I wish I had someone to tell me what the right thing was.
"Good," he replied, bring his lips to mine.
I was a selfish bitch, which would be why I agreed with him. It was also the reason I responded so greedily to his kiss. He was my man, and I didn't want to share him with anyone … except for Masen. I'd gladly share him with Masen … and the twins … oh, and I guess with his family on occasion, but that was it. I refused to share him with anyone else, and it wasn't fair that I might have to.
"Alright." Edward smiled, shutting off the car. "Let's go get some ice cream."
"Are we ever going to talk about your appointment?" he asked about halfway through our ice cream.
I shook my head, taking a bite. "Nope."
"Bella—"
"No," I interrupted, putting my spoon down. "We're past it, remember?"
He sighed, shifting in his seat. "It's only two weeks. She said if no more dizzy spells and your blood pressure is normal, she'd release you back part-time. Which was what you wanted."
"It's still two weeks I didn't need to be off," I snapped, taking a sip of my water.
"I'm sorry, okay? I just worry about you. About the babies …. I wasn't trying to make you mad."
I knew he worried about us, but I wasn't going to stop living my life because I was pregnant with twins.
I wonder if he'd be this neurotic with just one?
Probably.
I sighed. "I know you worry, Edward, but I'm not going to become a couch potato because I'm pregnant. I'm not going to overwork myself. Yes, this week I pushed it, but that's only because I knew my appointment was coming up …. You have to trust me to protect them."
"I do trust you to protect them," he replied sincerely. "It's you I'm worried about. It's my job to protect you."
"I'll make you a deal?" He raised his eyebrows at me but didn't respond. "If you don't fight me on part-time right now, then I'll take the first year off and let you support us."
"Really?" he asked skeptically.
I nodded. "Yes, really. I started thinking about it after we found out we were having twins. I remember how exhausting it was after Masen, I can only imagine what it'd be like having two of them waking me up every three hours throughout the night. Then to try working all day."
I shuddered at the thought.
"I have one condition," he said, grabbing my attention. It wasn't enough that I was conceding, he always wanted more.
"A condition?" I asked, not really wanting to hear what his condition was.
He nodded. "Yes, a condition. I'll keep my mouth shut about you working, but if it starts wearing on you—"
"Oh, it'll start wearing on me," I interrupted. "And that's when I'll go on maternity leave, but until then, I'm working."
"Then we've got a deal."
I leaned forward placing a chaste kiss on his lips. "Thank you."
We had just stepped off the curb when Edward's cell phone started ringing in his pocket. He hesitantly pulled it out and brought it to his ear. "Yeah—"
Everything happened so fast. One second, I was standing next to Edward, the next I was laying on the sidewalk—my arms and right hip taking the brunt of the impact. A loud screech filled my ears just as my head hit the pavement but I couldn't make anything else out as the world faded to black with shiny silver spots clouding my vision.
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**Author's Note**
Sorry people! But this was necessary.
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