Hey guys!
So, I found my flash drive with the original chapter 15. I like this version better but if I could (without causing too much trouble for myself) I would put them together. But, I am not going to be doing that. So, because I liked this version, I am posting what I had written before my flash drive went MIA (which it was in my car the whole time in plain sight -_-). Enjoy!
Let Love Lie
Chapter 15 (original)
BPOV
"Sweetheart, go home," Edward says for about the millionth time.
"I'm fine here," I insist.
"You're exhausted, I can tell. Go get some rest, get some food, clean up, and then you can come back if you want." I sigh because I know he's right. This Xanax is taking a toll on me and right now all I want to do is curl up in my bed and sleep. Although, I would rather curl up in my bed with Edward and sleep, but that's not possible at the moment.
"Fine," I groan. "I'll be back in the morning though," I warn.
"Thank you," he smiles. I lean in and kiss him chastely on the lips before going to find someone to take me home. Everyone is sitting in the waiting room.
"So?" Jasper asks. "Did you guys get things settled?"
"Yeah, this morning was just a huge misunderstanding," I nod.
"Where are you guys at now?" Rose asks.
"We're together again," I say. I look over at Alice and she's looking at me sorrowfully. "Al, can we talk?" I ask. She nods and we walk away from the group. "Are you mad at me?" I ask.
"No," she sighs and runs a hand through her hair. "I know how I acted and I know it was wrong of me to act that way. I just couldn't help but feel angry towards your situation with Edward. I'm not mad though."
"Al, I was angry with my situation with Edward. And I'm sure Edward was too. Everything is going to be okay now," I smile. She hugs me and mumbles an apology.
"Can you drive me home?" I ask after we pull apart. She complies and we walk out to her car. She drops me off at the apartment and I trudge inside.
"Good evening, Bella," Larry smiles.
"Hey, Larry," I smile back slightly.
"Where's Edward at?"
"He won't be back for a few days," I explain shortly without revealing too much. I sigh and walk into the elevator. I punch my floor number and lean against the wall, closing my eyes. The bell chimes and I walk to my apartment. I stop and remember I never locked Edward's apartment. I walk into his apartment and go to his bathroom.
I shower using his shampoo and soap. When I get out I dress in one of his t-shirts and climb into bed hoping his scent surrounding me will comfort me enough to let me sleep.
After about an hour of lying in bed I sigh and grab my phone. I send a text to Edward: I can't sleep. Can I come back to the hospital? My phone goes off with a call.
"Hello?" I mumble.
"Try going to my apartment," he suggests.
"I'm a step ahead of you. Actually, I'm about ten steps ahead of you."
"What do you mean?"
"I've been here since I got back to our building. I showered here and I'm wearing one of your t-shirts. By the way, I'm borrowing a t-shirt."
"That's fine, Sweetheart," he chuckles.
"Can I please come back?" I whine.
"There's nowhere for you to sleep, Bell. The bed's not big enough for the both of us and I would give it up for you in a heartbeat but I have a feeling you won't go for that." I sigh. "I'll stay on the phone with you until you fall asleep though," he offers.
"I guess that'll work," I pout.
"I get to come home in a few days," he says.
"What's a few days?" I yawn.
"Two, tops."
"When do you get to go back to work?"
"Well, I can go back and do office work when I get out of the hospital but I can't do patrols or dispatch for about six weeks," he sighs.
"Poor baby," I giggle. "At least you get to work," I throw out.
"Yeah, but, Bells, this is the boring stuff. I want to do the arresting and patrolling."
"You want to be the hero," I conclude.
"To say the least," he sighs.
"Being the hero is what got you in the hospital, Stupid," I say bluntly.
"That was a huge mistake on my part, though. I was blinded by anger," he admits. "Seeing him holding you at gunpoint pushed me over the edge."
"He wasn't going to shoot us," I say, which may be a lie because I don't know for sure if he wasn't going to shoot us.
"I wasn't going to take any chances," he argues. "If I had to do it again I would take another bullet for you in a heartbeat." Tears spill over onto my cheeks and I sniffle. The thought of Edward being shot is brought back to my mind. I see a replay of today's events in my mind. It hits me then how dangerous Edward's job really is.
"Sweetheart?" Edward asks.
"I'm still here," I say in a small voice.
"Are you crying?"
"Maybe just a little," I sniffle. No point in lying. Lying is what got us in this whole mess to begin with.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." I can hear the anxiety in his voice.
"Don't, I'm just letting my thoughts get out of control."
"Penny for them?"
"It's just I'm always going to know what can happen to you while you're working. I don't want to lose you," I confess.
"Don't worry about that. I'm pretty sure I just proved you're not getting rid of me easily."
"That's not funny," I grumble.
"Close your eyes and try to sleep," he says.
"My eyes have been closed this whole time," I point out.
"And I'm supposed to know that how?" he asks in a jokingly exasperated tone.
"You're supposed to know these things," I retort lamely. I sigh and cuddle further into Edward's bed. "Your bed is too big for just me," I complain. "It seems so empty."
"Stop complaining and try sleeping," he chuckles.
"Tell me a story or something. If I keep talking I won't sleep," I yawn.
"What do you want me to tell you about?" he laughs.
"Your childhood," I sigh contentedly. He chuckles again as he tries figuring out what to tell me.
"I've always wanted to be a cop," he says. "I used to play cops and robbers with Alice. Well, more like I would play and she would ignore me," he muses. Soon after I fall asleep.
XOXO
"Here, let me," I say as I take Edward's overnight bag from him.
"Babe, I'm wounded not incapable," he grumbles. I raise an eyebrow at him, daring him to argue with me. He rolls his eyes and takes my hand as we walk out of the room.
Edward has to take it easy for the next few weeks. No lifting heavy objects, no raising his left arm above his head.
When we get back to the apartments I kiss him goodbye before heading to my apartment.
"You've got my bag, you know," he calls. I stop and turn around. I giggle as I walk back over to him. "While you're over here, you might as well come in," he says as he leans in to kiss my neck. I smile and lean my head onto his shoulder. He pulls away and grabs my hand to pull me into his apartment.
XOXO
The next few days pass and I can feel my anxiety rising each day. My leg bounces up and down while Edward and I watch a movie. I'm not sure which one; I'm not paying too much attention.
"Bell," Edward says and sits upright. "Bella," he says again. I jump slightly and look at him.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"What's going on?" he questions.
"I was watching the movie," I lie.
"And that involves you looking at the ground?" he calls out my bullshit. I can't avoid this conversation any longer.
"I'm just anxious."
"I can tell. You're going to give yourself an attack if you don't calm down." I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Just tell him. He has to know.
"I'm late," I say with my eyes still closed. I feel Edward become impossibly stiller.
"For a meeting?" he asks doubtfully. My bottom lip quivers as I prepare to explain.
"I'm on my sixth sugar pill and my period still hasn't come."
"Do you think you could have just not had it this month?" I shake my head, no.
"I've been regular ever since I started the pill." I pull my sleeves over my hands nervously.
"Have you taken a test?" I shake my head. "Do you have one?" I nod my head. "And you haven't taken it because…?"
"I wanted you to know I was late first. I didn't want to just drop a test on you," I say, getting fed up for reasons unknown to me.
"Well, go take it," he urges. He gets up off the couch and holds his right hand out to me. I take his hand and he helps me up. "Where's the test at?"
"My purse." He walks over to the kitchen and retrieves my purse. He gives it to me and I walk into the bathroom as if it were a walk to my death. Am I ready for this? What is going to happen between Edward and me if this is for real?
I shakily open the box and read the instructions. I take a deep breath before sitting on the toilet and peeing on the stick. Once I'm finished I place the stick on the counter, flush the toilet and wash my hands. I walk out to the living room and Edward gets up off the couch.
"So?" he asks.
"We have to wait three minutes." I take a deep breath in and cross my arms before letting it out.
"Hey," he says as he comes over to me. He places his hands on my arms and looks me in they eyes. "Whatever the results are we'll get through this, okay?" he says. I nod.
"This is just a lot," I say shakily. "I mean, you're still recovering and we just got passed all of our shit and now this?"
"I don't care about any of that right now. I just care about you and me and, if it comes to it, this baby." I wrap my arms around him and bury my head in his chest. He wraps his arms around me and rubs his hands along my back.
"I think it's ready to check," I whisper. He lets me go and I grab his hand to pull him with me to the bathroom. I pick up the stick and look at the little pink plus. I check the box to make sure I was reading it correctly. "It's positive," I whisper. I show Edward the test and he looks at it speechless. "Say something, please," I say and bite my lip. He closes the space between us and kisses me soundly.
I break into tears halfway through our kiss. When he pulls away a sob escapes my lips.
"This is backwards," I complain. "I'm supposed to get married and have a child!"
"Bella, sweetheart," he whispers as he wipes my tears away with his thumbs. "Calm down, take some deep breaths," he coaches. I sniffle and take some deep breaths. "Are you okay?" I nod.
"Are you okay with this?" I ask, terrified to hear his answer.
"Yes, of course," he says. "I mean, yeah, it's unexpected, but Bella, I can't see myself having children with anyone but you." A few more tears fell as I threw my arms around his neck.
"Ouch, Bells," he winces. I pull back quicker than should be possible.
"Oh my god," I say and cover my mouth with my hands. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just take it easy," he chuckles. He pulls me to him and wraps his arms around me. He leans down and kisses me and I smile into the kiss. When he pulls away he rests his head against my forehead.
"We have to tell our parents," I say, coming back to reality.
"Shit," he sighs. "As if your dad needs anymore reason to hate me," he groans.
"He doesn't hate you," I say as I rub my thumbs along his cheekbones.
"He's going to."
"Don't say that," I say trying to relieve his doubts. "Whether he likes it or not, we're having a baby."
"We're having a baby," he repeats with a smile.
XOXO
"Calm down, you're making me nervous," I say. I rest a hand on his shaking knee. We're on our way to Forks to announce to our parents the news. We are going by his parents' house first seeing as his father isn't likely to kill him.
When we arrive we walk in to Esme baking cookies. I feel my mouth start watering at the scent.
"Hey, Ma," Edward says as we walk into the kitchen hand-in-hand.
"Hey you two," she grins. "What brings you guys here? How's your shoulder, sweetheart?" she comes over and hugs us both.
"My shoulder's doing great," Edward informs her. "Is Dad around?"
"Yes, he's just in the study, why?"
"We need to talk to the both of you," Edward says. Esme's face displays shock. She looks down at my left hand and I find myself pulling my sleeves over my fingers.
"Sure," she smiles. "I'll go get him." we walk into the living room and sit on the couch. Edward puts his right arm around me. I feel my anxiety raising.
"Calm down," Edward whispers in my ear before kissing my temple.
"Your mom is expecting us to tell them we're engaged," I hiss.
"Trust me, she'll love our news just as much," he says. Carlisle and Esme walk into the room.
"Hello, Edward," Carlisle shakes Edward's hand. "Bella," he takes my hand kisses it. "So," he says brightly and sits down in the armchair. Esme sits on the arm and leans against his side. "What's this news?" I look over at Edward and open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
"Bella's pregnant," Edward says as he looks away from me towards his parents. I close my mouth and look at their shocked faces. The silence that follows is nerve wracking. I feel my breakfast coming back up and I rush out, muttering an excuse. I run into the bathroom and close the door before leaning over the toilet. My breakfast spills out into the toilet in a coughing fit. The door opens and closes again and I feel hands pulling at my hair. Edward rubs my back as I cough up the rest of my breakfast. Once I finish I flush the toilet and sit back against the wall.
"How long have you been getting morning sickness?" he asks as he wets a washcloth. He hands it to me and I wipe my face and mouth.
"About a week now," I mutter. "And it's not just in the morning. It's all the time. How did they react after I left?"
"I don't know," he says. "I walked out right after you." He pushes the hair away from my face. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine now. Just a little hungry."
"Come on, let's get you some food," he says and stands. He offers me his hand and I take it. We walk out and Esme and Carlisle are still sitting where we left them. I look down at my feet, embarrassed.
"Guys, are you alright?" Edward asks. Esme looks up and smiles at us.
"We're shocked, but we're great," she says with a grin. "More grandchildren, how could we not be okay with that?" She gets up from the arm of the chair and comes over to us. She takes me in her arms and holds me close for a moment, kissing my cheek, before doing the same to Edward. "Congratulations you two," she says with tears in her eyes.
"How long have you both known?" Carlisle asks as he walks over.
"About two weeks," I say. "We have an appointment with an obstetrician next week." Carlisle nods. The smell of cookies is still filling the air and reminding my stomach that I'm hungry. It growls in complaint.
"Hungry?" Esme giggles. I blush and nod. "Come on then," she smiles and we walk into the kitchen, leaving the guys in the living room. She pours two tall glasses of milk and brings a plate of cookies to the table. We sit and I pull my legs up to my chest. I grab a warm cookie and break it in half, chocolate oozing out, and dunk a chunk in the milk before eating it.
"How did you react when you first heard?" Esme asks.
"Honestly?" I ask between bites. She nods. "Terrified. I didn't know how Edward would react to the news and we had just gotten back together and he just got out of the hospital," I vent. "I just thought," I trail off.
"That the baby would scare him away?" she finishes for me. I nod and shove a piece of cookie in my mouth to keep it busy so I didn't have to talk.
"I bet your parents are ecstatic," she smiles. I look up at her.
"We haven't told them yet," I say with a full mouth, shaking my head. "We're headed there after we leave here."
"Well, not to rush you out, but go tell your parents. They need to know." I nod and finish the rest of my cookie and drink my milk. We walk back into the living room and I walk up behind Edward and wrap my arms around his stomach.
"Ready to head to my parents' house?" I ask into his back.
"Why do I get the feeling I need my bulletproof vest?" he asks.
"I'll protect you," I giggle. We say our goodbyes to Carlisle and Esme and go out to the truck. We drive the two minutes to Mom and Dad's and I put the truck in park, killing the engine, and take a deep breath. I look at Edward and I give him a reassuring smile before getting out of the truck. He waits for me on the other side and takes my hand in his as we walk up to the door. I push it open and call out for my parents.
"Bella!" Mom squeals and comes out of the living room to hug me. She lets go of me and hugs Edward. Dad comes in and I walk over to him and hug him. He's taken aback at first but wraps his arms around me after a moment. This gesture in itself settles everything between us. I haven't actually said the words 'you're forgiven' but this gesture lets him know he is.
"You two could have called," Mom says jokingly stern with her hands on her hips.
"Sorry, it was a last minute thing. Edward has today off so we decided to come down."
"That's all?" she asks suspiciously.
"Not quite," I say in a semi-squeak. "We need to talk to you both." I don't miss the glares Edward receives from Charlie. I walk over to Edward and grab his hand to show Dad he can't do anything to him.
"Alright, let's go in the living room," Dad says gruffly. He and Mom start walking toward the other room. I look at Edward and smile before we follow them. We sit on the couch across the room from the loveseat they're on.
"What is it?" Mom asks.
"Mom, Dad," I say and draw in a deep breath.
"You're getting married!" Mom cheers.
"No, Mom, we're not getting married," I look at Edward before continuing. "I'm pregnant." There is a beat of silence before Dad roars in.
"You're what?" he hollers. I cringe back into the couch with Edward doing the same. "You!" he says and points to Edward. "Outside. Now," he says menacingly and stands up.
"Dad, stop!" I say and stand up too. "You're not going to be mad at Edward and not me. That's not fair." I set my jaw and glare at him.
"Does no sex before marriage mean anything to anyone anymore?" he fumes.
"This was our choice as adults, Dad. It's not like either of us was taking advantage of each other. It was a mutual decision."
"Yes, a decision that should have been carried out after marriage."
"Oh please, I know for a fact you didn't have this conversation with Emmett when he was having sex in your house during high school so cut it out!"
"Emmett didn't get Rosalie pregnant!"
"But they were still having sex!"
"Well they're married and we all knew they were going to get married sooner or later."
"And Edward and I are in a relationship."
"That's not very permanent."
"Edward, honey, let's give these two some space," Mom says in a sweet voice, much unlike Dad's. They both get up and quickly make their way out.
"It's enough for us though," I say, picking up where our argument left off.
"Are you planning on marrying the boy?"
"We haven't talked about marriage, Dad, but I don't want to marry him just because we're having a baby."
"I think that's a hell of a good enough reason to marry him!"
"I don't and it's my life! If I marry him I want it to be because we're both head over heels in love with each other, not because of an unexpected baby."
"I don't like this," he shakes his head.
"Like it or not, Dad, Edward's going to be around for a long time. And if we choose to not be in a relationship or to get married, then that's our choice," I say in an even voice. "But, I would like you to at least accept this because I would like my child's grandfather to be in it's life." With that I walk out of the living room and up to my old room. I let my tears fall after I slam my door.
EPOV
Renee and I leave the living room as fast as we can. We settle into the kitchen and can still hear the fight.
"Congratulations," she smiles before hugging me. "I can't wait to meet my grandchild." I smile at her. "Don't mind Charlie, he's just too attached to his baby girl."
"I feel like I'm walking on eggshells around him."
"I can honestly tell you Bella feels the same way. Ever since Wayland's retirement party things between them have been rocky."
"I know how that is," I say unhappily. "I am so grateful to have your daughter in my life and to have her give me a second chance. I thought I lost her for good."
"I always knew you two would get back together. Your love was too strong for it to just go to waste." I smile at her words. We both jump when we hear Bella's door slam.
"I'm going to check on her," I say and excuse myself. I walk by Charlie and he shakes his head. He walks into the kitchen with Renee, who I can tell by the tone of her voice isn't happy with him. I walk up the stairs and knock on Bella's door.
"Bella," I call through the door. "Can I come in?" She calls out a muffled 'yeah' and I walk in shutting the door behind me. She's lying face down on the bed with her head in her pillow. I crawl clumsily onto the bed and sit with my back against her headboard. I run my fingers through her hair. "Are you okay?" I ask. She sniffles and turns her head to look at me.
"He's just so frustrating, you know?" she asks, her voice thick with tears.
"I know," I whisper. "It's only because he loves you and wants what's best for you. You know that, right?"
"It's hard to see when he's screaming at me for getting pregnant and not marrying you." I don't say anything in response. Instead I lay down behind her, lying on my right side, and hold her to me. I rest my hand on her stomach and kiss her shoulder. After a little while I break the silence.
"You know," I start. "Maybe we should talk about marriage." She turns in my arms to look at me. Her eyes are narrowed and she looks hurt.
"I don't want to get married just because we're having a baby," she says softly.
"Then marry me because you want to marry me. Or don't. I'm sticking around until you tell me to go anyways," I shrug, wincing slightly. Her expression softens and she lightly rubs my shoulder.
"I'm not going to accept a marriage proposal until after the baby is born. We've been together three weeks, Edward. We're not quite at the marriage stage."
"Well until two weeks ago we weren't at the baby stage either," I throw out.
"Please, I don't want to fight with you. It's bad enough I'm fighting with Dad," she says sadly.
"Sorry," I whisper. I kiss her lips softly and sigh. A knock on the door interrupts us. Charlie opens it and steps in.
"Bell, can I talk to you, please?" he asks. She looks at me and I smile softly. She looks back at Charlie and nods. I get up to leave but Charlie puts his hand up. "No, Son, you might as well stay." I sit on the bed again. Charlie sits down in Bella's desk chair.
"Look, I know I went about this the wrong way," Charlie starts and Bella snorts. We both look at her.
"You went about this the total wrong way," she says. "You could have told me you were happy for me. You could have realized that I am an adult and can take care of myself. I'm not your baby girl anymore, Dad." She stands up off the bed. "I'm having a child with Edward. And I'm choosing to be in a relationship with him. These are my decisions that I made as an adult. You can't just scream at me anytime I do something you don't care for. Because, to be blatantly honest, I don't want your input. Let me run my life the way I want." Once she finishes with her rant she sets her hips and crosses her arms over her chest. I sit and look at her stunned.
"You done?" Charlie asks. She nods. "Can I speak?" She nods again. "Okay. You are right; you're not my baby girl anymore. I've been clinging to the shred of hope I had that we would go back to the way we were before I hired Edward. I can see now that we won't be back at that stage for a while and I respect that. Your news today took me by surprise and I handled it wrong. I didn't even know you and Edward were," he motions with his hand but doesn't say the word. "I'm sorry for handling it that way. I really am happy for the both of you."
Bella doesn't say anything so I speak instead.
"Thanks Charlie," I say. He nods to me and looks up at Bella. She sets her jaw but doesn't say anything. He sighs and leaves. She walks out and I hear the shower starting across the hall. I walk out of her room and down to the kitchen. The tension in the air is thick.
"Tell Bella I'll be back later?" I ask. Renee smiles and nods. "Thanks." I walk out and head for the station.
BPOV
After Dad leaves the room I go to the shower without another word. I take a deep breath when I step under the stream and I let out a loud groan. I place my hands on my bare stomach and lean my head back against the wall.
Once I'm out of the shower I get dressed again and go back to my room expecting to find Edward. He's not there though. I walk down the stairs and find Mom and Dad sitting in the kitchen. The tension noticeably thickens when I enter the room. I cross my arms and avoid eye contact with either of them, choosing to look out the window.
"Do you guys know where Edward is?" I ask.
"He left a little while ago," Dad answers.
"Bella, can you come talk to us, please?" Mom asks. I nod and go to sit at the table. I pull my legs up to my chest.
"What do you want to talk about?" I ask.
"I hate the way our relationship has become," Charlie says. I sigh and rest my chin on my knees.
"Me too," I whisper.
"I don't know how many times you want me to apologize, Bella, but I feel I made a decent apology."
"It's not that your apology wasn't good enough, Dad, it's the fact that everything in my life that involves Edward seems to tick you off and it's hurting me. I love Edward and I'm having a baby with Edward. Like it or not, he's going to be in my life. I would appreciate it if you accept it and at least pretend to like it."
"The thing that makes me angry about Edward is that he started dating you when I told him no. I knew you would be hurt by him just being your friend while watching you and I didn't want your heart in the factor too."
"I didn't need a babysitter though, and that's exactly what he was. He knew I didn't need one either. You were the only person in the situation that thought I needed someone to watch over me. I lived five minutes from here and could easily reach you day or night. I didn't feel unsafe because I knew I could come to you if I needed."
"I felt that you needed someone there with James on the loose. He was a direct threat to you and I wasn't going to give him easy access. I know you didn't like it, but I feel I made the right choice in the situation."
I'm silent, trying to think of something to say to that. All I can think of is all the great times Edward and I have had in the past. All of the love I feel for him. How I wouldn't have had that chance if Dad didn't hire Edward.
"Thank you," I whisper before thinking.
"For what?" Dad asks bewildered.
"I never thought I'd say this, but thank you for hiring Edward. If you hadn't I would have never had the chance to fall in love with him and I wouldn't be here right now."
"Oh, erm," he stumbles over his words. "You're welcome, I, uh, guess."
"I'm going to go try calling Edward," I say and get up. I walk up to my room and pick up my cell phone. I dial Edward's number and it goes straight to voicemail. I sigh and lay down on the bed.
A little while later I feel the bed dip down and a pair of lips on my shoulder.
"Hey," I sigh without opening my eyes.
"Hi," he whispers and moves my hair from my face.
"Where were you?" I mumble as I turn on my back and look at him. He's leaning on his elbow looking down at me.
"I went down to the station to see the guys," he explains.
"And your phone's off?"
"It died. I'm sorry, I should have called."
"No, it's fine," I stretch.
"Renee asked me to come see if you wanted dinner." I smile and nod. "Alright then, sleepy head, come on," he smiles and kisses my lips before helping me up. We walk down to the kitchen where Mom has the table set for four with a big pot of risotto in the middle.
"Mmm," I moan as I sit down, smelling the delicious food.
"Hungry?" Mom smiles.
"More than you know," I tell her. Edward sits next to me and rests a hand on my leg. We all serve ourselves and begin eating.
XOXO
Edward and I drive back to Seattle the next morning. We are having everyone over later to tell them the news so we can get it over with this weekend.
"So are you and Charlie okay?" Edward asks. I take my eyes off the road briefly to look over at him and smile.
"Yeah, we made up while you were gone last night. We just had to talk everything out."
"That's great," Edward smiles. "That means he's less likely to kill me now."
"He's not going to kill you," I giggle.
When we arrive back at the apartment building Edward heads into the station for a few hours and I go up to my place to clean up a little. I haven't been staying in my apartment lately. I spend most nights with Edward in his apartment.
By the time Edward gets home I'm lying face down on the couch. He walks right into my apartment without knocking.
"Hey, Bell," he greets and comes to sit on the floor by my head. I grunt in response. "You okay?" he asks as he runs his fingers through my hair.
"I'm tired," I mumble. "And I just finished with the damned morning sickness and I'm still a little queasy. This is your fault," I blame.
"I'm not sorry," he admits.
"Good," I smile lightly.
"Come on, Sweetheart," he says as he gets up. He helps me up and we walk over to his apartment.
XOXO
"So what's the emergency?" Emmett asks.
"Okay, one, I never said it was an emergency," I say, "and two, give me a second." They all wait with bated breath.