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So here's another one for you guys. I'm going to start going by the months of Rose's pregnancy. So when you see Rose's name at the top, it just let's you guys know where we are in time. Did I just make it more confusing then it should be? Like I said, I suck at explaining everything =( It's still continuous from last chappie, just a month passed...right? Who the hell know! But yeah...

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Rose: 7 Months Pregnant

"Come on bitch, try it."

I grimaced at her command.

Jesus, please help me.

No, seriously.

Help. Me.

I looked over at Jake, who's face imitated someone who was about to cry. Shaking my head at Rose, I pushed the bowl towards her and the hell out of my way. "I'm really good, Rose. You go ahead and enjoy it, hookah."

She pouted as she lifted her head and looked at the ceiling. Bringing her hands up, she started waving them in her face.

Oh God.

Please don't cry, please don't cry, please don't cry…

Or, get naked. No, please don't get naked.

Sweet Jesus.

She lowered her head and sniffed. "If you were pregnant, I would do it for you," the devil incarnate whispered.

Fuck my life and everything that's in it.

She played that card.

Jake frowned as he looked over at me. 'Do it,' he mouthed, nodding at Rose who started shoving ice cream and pickles into her mouth, pissed the hell off. I narrowed my eyes at him. 'You do it,' I mouthed back.

He glanced at Rose as she shoved that God awful shit down her throat and literally gagged. Turning his attention back to me, he glared and I gave him the finger as I leaned back, shaking my head at him.

We all looked at kitchen door when it swung open, revealing Edward as he walked in with a bunch of grocery bags in his arms. The fucker smiled at us before scrunching his eyebrows at Rose, who decided at that time to let out a sharp cry of anguish, like she was the one who was the victim in this situation.

"What did you guys do?" he asked, glaring at me as he placed the bags on top of the counter. I groaned as I ran my hands down my face.

Literally, the bitch had tears running down her face.

Never in my life had I pictured Rose's face as a soccer ball and my foot as David Beckham.

Seriously.

I wanted to score a goddamn goal.

Edward smacked the back of J's head as he took a seat next to Rose. When he started rubbing her expanding stomach, trying to calm her down, she looked up at him and cried even harder.

Jake leaned back with a growl and ran his hands down his face and I narrowed my eyes at her. Edward gave the devil a small smile as he pulled her in, running his fingers through her hair.

'Suck up," J mouthed, glaring at him.

'Fuck off,' Edward mouthed back with a grin, pointing at Rose behind her back as she clung on to him, like her life depended on his ass.

I rolled my eyes.

He was so trying to score brownie points with the spoiled brat, it wasn't even funny.

Rose leaned back before looking into Edward's eyes as he continued to rub her stomach. "The—they keep giving me th—these faces whenever I ea—eat," she hiccupped." Lowering her head, she looked up at him in some miserable way. "I'm not tha—that disgusting, a—am I?"

"Of course not mama," he whispered, shaking his head as he wiped away her tears.

She sniffed. "Will you try it?"

I grinned and J slapped the table in happiness as Edward's face paled.

"Yeah Edward," I hummed, nodding at the ice cream in the bowl and the jar of pickles right next to it. "Try it."

Edward groaned as he leaned back and unbuckled his belt. "I actually just ate, Ro—"

Rose threw her arms down on the table in some theatrical type of way before placing her forehead over them as she started crying, again.

A few minutes later, Esme and Carlisle came walking into the kitchen hand in hand, laughing. Taking one look at the weeping hyena, Esme narrowed her eyes at all of us and Pop grimaced. I snorted when the guy held his hands up as he took a couple of steps backwards. When he left the kitchen, Ma turned around and rolled her eyes at the door as I shook my head.

Oh, man.

Pop experienced Rose's persuasive abilities last week.

Him and the toilet? Best fucking friends.

After two hilarious as shit hours and twenty three minutes of projectile vomit, groaning, and cursing, Carlisle knew not to mess with his sweet Rosalie.

Yes, I timed the shit.

How could I not?

Plus, it could have been longer…

He kicked me out after I started singing 'Big Boys Don't Cry.'

What?

Can you blame me?

He was grown ass man, and I saw a couple of tears slip from his eyes.

He claimed that it was from throwing up.

I claimed that it was from Rose owning his ass.

I pursed my lips as Esme came up to the table and smacked the back of Edward's head. His jaw dropped as he rubbed the spot. Turning his attention to me, he narrowed his eyes. "Stop teaching my mom shit!" he spat, and then flinched when Esme smacked him again. "Shoot! I meant shoot, godda—" smack, "—Ma, come on!"

I smiled as I leaned back, interlacing my fingers together as I laid my hands over the back of my head. Jake rolled his eyes as he kicked my chair, almost knocking me the hell off of it. "You little shi—" I growled but then groaned, noticing Ma's glare in my direction. "You little ship, eliminating the P and bringing in the T!"

Edward pursed his lips as he leaned back and Esme shook her head at me before taking a seat. Looking around the table, she raised a pretty eyebrow. "Who made this sweet gir—"

I snorted.

Esme must be high. There was nothing sweet about Rose.

She narrowed her eyes at me and I coughed as I tried to hide my grin.

"Who made this sweet girl cry?" she tried again.

Jake and I pointed at Edward at the same time.

His jaw dropped. "I didn't make her cry," he growled. "Rose was crying long before I got here."

"Liar," I accused. He narrowed his eyes at me and I shook my head at him. "How can you lie to your own mother, Edward?" I whispered.

"Right?" J added, looking at Edward like he was disgusted with him.

Edward placed his arms across his chest. "Oh, this is good…yeah…this is perfect," he said sarcastically. "

He looked at me and then back at Jake before placing his arms across his chest with a sarcastic smile. "Oh, this is…awesome—no, it's more than that, it's stupendous. Blaming it all on me, you fu—"

Esme placed her hand over her son's mouth, interrupting his pity train.

"Fix it, Edward. Now."

I raised an interested eyebrow at Edward and he rolled his eyes at me before clearing his throat and turning his body towards Rose. As soon as he placed his hands on her shoulders, she screamed in agony and he cringed. "Don't cry, mama. I'll try it, no worries."

She lifted her head with a smile and clapped in delight, her sorrow all of a sudden gone. "Okay!"

I pursed my lips.

Edward's eyes widened as she brought the bowl of ice cream in front of him. "Go ahead," Rose urged, nodding towards the bowl.

He smiled, beyond uncomfortable, as he took a hold of the spoon that she offered him. "Thank you," he gritted, scooping up a petite amount of ice cream. When he went to lift it towards his mouth, she snatched the spoon out of his hold and brought it back down to the bowl before she dug up a huge spoonful.

I grimaced as she held the overflowing glob in front of his lips.

He looked at it for a couple of seconds with a tense jaw before opening his mouth. My eyes widened a little bit when Rose shoved the spoon in there. "Yum!" he hummed in some angry way, pushing her hand away and swallowing the ice cream 0.4 seconds later.

I grinned as I quickly slid my glass of water across the table, happy as a motherfucker. He thanks me before grabbing the glass and chugging the shit out of it.

Hah.

Good times.

Oh.

Did I forget to mention that Edward totally hated vanilla ice cream?

No?

Well, if it were an actual human being, the kid would murder the bitch.

No lie.

As he slid the glass back to me, his eyes widened in fear when he saw Rose pour the jar of pickles into the bowl that contained the ice cream that he despised.

I gagged.

Esme gasped.

Jake's jaw dropped.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" Ma asked.

"This is how I eat it," Rose sang, placing the bowl in front of Edward.

"Ro—R—Rose," he stuttered, shaking his head as he pushed the bowl away from him. "There's pickle juice in there. I can't do pickle juice."

A tear slipped from her eye. "You think that it's disgusting?"

Edward looked at me, his eyes silently pleading for a way to get him out of this situation. I grimaced, not at all knowing how to help him.

Rose hiccupped and Edward turned his attention back to her. "Alright, just don't cry, mama. I'll do it."

She nodded, a wide smile overtaking her face as she brought the bowl back to him. "I like it green and juicy."

"Oh God!" J groaned, pushing his chair away from the table with his hands up in the air as he stood up. "I can't watch this, I'm out!" the kid shouted, running away.

I took a hold of Esme's hand as Edward picked up the spoon. Her fingers tightened around mine as we sat there, feeling helpless.

The poor kid took a spoonful of the ice cream and pickle juice, holding it away from his face as he picked up a pickle. I held my breath as he took a bite out of it before shoving the spoon into his mouth, his eyes clenched shut.

"Oh shiii—oot," I whispered, looking at Esme. "He's really doing it."

"Come on, Bambino! You can do it!" she cheered him on. "Just breathe through your nose! Pretend you're drowning!"

I looked at her. "Really, Esme? Pretend you're drowning?"

She narrowed her eyes at me and I rolled my own before I turned my attention back to her son.

And she calls herself a mother, right?

Chewing, he hummed angrily.

Swallowing, he gagged.

Standing up, he patted Rose's shoulder with a groan. "Delicious."

Quickly turning around, he mumbled something about vomiting out of his asshole before he hightailed it out of the kitchen.

When I looked at Rose, she nodded in some content way as she leaned back. Esme narrowed her eyes at her and Rose laughed. "Wow. I can't believe that he actually ate that shit. Ewe."

My jaw dropped and Esme shook her head with a grin before she leaned over and kissed Rose's cheek. "Oh, you're good."

Rose smirked as Esme stood up and walked over to the counter. "Tell me something that I don't know, Ma."

"You made the kid eat that for shits and giggles?" I asked, looking at her incredulously.

She shrugged as she stood up. "Men are stupid."

I laughed as I followed. "Rose!" She raised an eyebrow at me before she picked up the bowl with a grimace, holding it away from her as she walked over to the sink. "That's low, you bitch."

"Rose!" I laughed, standing up. She raised an eyebrow at me as she picked up the plate and grimaced, holding it away from her as she walked to the sink. "That's low, you bitch."

Esme glared at me as she looked over her shoulder.

I rolled my eyes. "That's low, you angel of heaven."

"I gotta get it where I can," she whispered, running her hand against her tummy as she leaned against the counter. "Since I can't have my fun with Emmett and all."

Esme looked at Rose with a frown and I shook my head as I lowered it. "I'm sorry, Rose. I wish that I could take it all away, but I can't."

"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "It's not your fault, Honey B."

I walked over to her and placed my hands over hers. "Sorry, babe."

"I just miss him, you know?" I nodded as Esme walked up to us before placing her arms over our shoulders. "I know that I'm being ridiculous, but I just wish that he was here with me." She lowered her head. "His voice on the phone isn't enough, it just makes me want him more and more, and I can't do anything about it." She growled as she shook her head. "And these stupid hormones, making me cry all the time, I hate it!"

I wrapped my arms around her waist as Esme ran her fingers through her hair. "We're in this together," I whispered in her ear. "I want you to remember that, yeah?"

She nodded as she wiped her tears away and Esme smiled as she ran her hand down her face. "She's right, honey.

"Yes, we could be like Charlie's Angels!" Pixie screamed, wrapping her arms around all three of us. "Well…except that we have four hookahs instead of three," she stated with a snort.

Rose, Esme, and I looked at each other before we looked at Pixie, who was behind me. She winked at us with a hiccup.

I pursed my lips as I placed my arm over her shoulder. "When the hell did you get here, you freak?"

"I'm drunk."

Esme shook her head. "Oh dear," she whispered. Leaning over me to give Pixie a peck, Ma yelped when the chick took hold of her face and bit onto her cheek.

Rose smirked as I shook my head, trying to hide my grin.

"Well, that was…interesting," Esme whispered, rubbing her hand over her reddened cheek. "I'm going to warm you up some tea, go take a seat, sweetheart."

Pixie nodded with a smile before the drunk stumbled over to the table.

"As Bambina said, Rose," Esme whispered, looking over her shoulder as she prepared tea for the alcoholic, "we're all in this together."

Rose smiled. "I know."

I grinned at her. "Just think of all of the stories that we can tell Emmett when he comes home."

She smirked. "So looking forward to it."

Esme raised an eyebrow.

"I get hot a lot."

Esme placed some honey in the tea. "Okay?"

"And, I tend to walk around half naked," Rose clarified.

"No," Esme gasped, covering her mouth. She laughed as she lowered her hand. "And tell me, who's in your company when things heat up?"

Rose shrugged. "Jake."

"Slut," I called her. Esme grinned as she shook her head. "I mean, can you picture Jake's face when we tell Emmett that you've been walking around in a bra and underwear in his company?"

She snorted. "One of the many reasons as to why I can't wait until he comes home."

Esme laughed. "You girls are something else," she whispered, walking over to the table. Shaking her head, she placed the tea beside the girl who couldn't handle her liquor as she snored away. "But I like it," she whispered, running her fingers through Pixie's hair. "After all, I believe that well behaved women are quite boring."

I walked over to the table and brushed Esme's hands away with a roll of my eyes. Leaning down, I slammed my one hand on the table and yelled near Pixie's ear at the same time. "WAKEY WAKEY, EGGS AND FUCKING BAKEY!"

Pix shot out of her seat as she screamed, "The cat's in the fan!"

Esme covered her ears as she glared at me.

Rose snorted.

I raised an eyebrow at Pix. "Where the hell do you see a cat?"

She glared at me. "If I had a genie and was granted one wish," she growled, pointing at me, "I would wish you death."

I snorted as I placed my arms across my chest. "Okay, Aladdin."

She huffed as she stomped out of the kitchen.

Esme shook her head at me with pursed lips. "Bella, that was highly unnecessary."

I shrugged as I walked over to Rose. Bending down, I gave her belly a quick kiss before looking over my shoulder. "Tea was unnecessary, Ma. All you had to do was scare the drunk out of her." Rose told her that I was right and Esme rolled her eyes as I started heading for the kitchen door. "I'm going to go check on pukeward." I raised a brow and turned around. "Who wants to bet me on there being a repeat performance of tears like Pop?"

Esme huffed as she placed her arms across her chest. "Carlisle wasn't crying, Bambina."

"Oh please," I laughed, placing my own arms across my chest. "If his pants were down, I would have seen female genitalia."

"Gross," Rose stated with a gag.

I tasted the bile and grimaced as I turned around. "Ewe. Yeah. Definitely am not picturing Pop's peen."

"Peen is a term for small references, Bella," Esme yelled when I reached the door. "Carlisle's peen is definitely a penis."

I gagged as she lowered her voice, saying penis like it was a big thing.

Oh God.

Does it run in the family?

Sick.

I ran out of the room and up the stairs that led to the bathroom, more than ready to join Edward in some crying and projectile vomiting.

As I stepped out of my truck, I looked down at the piece of paper that I held in my hand and reread the address to myself, making sure that I was at the right house.

I groaned when I saw toys littered throughout the yard.

Fucking douches.

Crumbling the paper up, I threw it over my shoulder as I slammed the door shut. Making sure that I had my gun tucked inside my waistband, I started for the porch.

Looking around me, I rang the doorbell and waited for the waste of goddamn space to answer.

"Who's there?"

I rolled my eyes. "Who the fuck do you think?"

The door creaked open before a set of eyes looked through the tiny space. "What's your name?"

I clenched my fists before I placed my knuckles against the front door and pushed it open. "Listen here," I growled at the chick as I stepped inside, slamming the door shut behind me, "I don't have the patience for your bullshit, acting like you were expecting someone else."

"Excuse me?" she spat, placing her hands over her hips.

"You know who I am, and you know why I'm here," I stated, placing my arms across my chest. "Don't waste my time by pretending as if you don't."

She grinned as she turned around with a shrug. "I was just making sure you weren't a narc."

I rolled my eyes as she walked over to the center table and pushed the random dolls that were laying there off to the floor. "Make yourself at home, Marie," she whispered, taking a seat on the couch.

"Is anyone else here?" I asked over my shoulder, walking towards the hallway. She shook her head with a mumbled "No" as she leaned back and I stepped into the bathroom, making sure that this low life who I already hated wasn't bullshitting me. After finding it empty, I raised at eyebrow at her as I walked towards the couch. "What's with the toys?"

She shrugged. "It's my kid's shit."

Taking a seat, I gave her a sarcastic smile. "And the mother of the year award goes to you, congratulations."

She grinned as she sat up. "Don't act all holy, Marie. You're just as guilty, supplying the shit."

Leaning down, I rolled my pant leg up and pulled out the two baggies of white powder that I had stuffed into my sock earlier. Sitting up, I held it in front of her face as I raised an eyebrow at her.

She smiled as she lifted her shirt. Pulling the top of her bra away, she pulled out a hundred dollar bill. "You got change?" she asked.

"Nope," I said, popping the P. Leaning down again, I went to place the shit back into my sock but stopped when she placed her hand over my shoulder.

"It's okay, I'll take it." I raised an eyebrow. "You work with James, so I know the shit is worth it."

I took the bill out of her hand and stood up as I threw the baggie on the table. "Well, it was a pleasure," I told her with a sarcastic smile, already on my way towards the front door.

She ignored me as she tore the plastic apart. Rolling my eyes, I placed the money inside my bra and walked out the door.

Fucking addicts and their I only give a shit about myself—

"What's your name?"

I jumped as I quickly turned around. "Who's there?" I whispered, my arm behind me as I placed my hand over the gun that James handed me earlier. I went to pull it out, but a second later I stopped, hearing the sound of someone giggling to my right.

And down.

"Shit," I whispered breathlessly, meeting the eyes of a little girl.

Her eyes widened before she placed her hand over her mouth.

"I, uh—I mean, uh." I rolled my eyes at myself before I ran my hand down my face, trying to stop my word vomit. "I mean shoot—shoot."

"You cursed," she accused, placing her little hands over her little hips.

"I did not," I argued, mimicking her position.

She raised one of her little eyebrows.

I groaned as I tucked the gun back into my waistband behind me. As I bent down so that I was at her eye level, I shook my head. "Okay, so maybe I did but—any smart big girl wouldn't repeat what I just said."

She nodded. "You're pretty."

I grinned as I winked at her. "You're prettier."

She giggled. "I know."

I raised an eyebrow at her as I brushed a few strands of hair off of her face. "So, what are you doing here, Princess?"

She looked around uncomfortably. "I live here," she whispered.

I held my breath as I looked around the yard, remembering all of the toys that was scattered throughout.

"What's your name?" she asked.

I turned my attention back to her with a small smile.

"What's your name?"

"Lilly," she whispered, giving me a cheeky grin.

I raised an eyebrow. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to talk to strangers, babe?"

She looked down, shaking her head.

And, I'm a dip-shit.

Of course she wasn't taught about anything like that.

Her mom's around strangers all day.

I placed my fingers under her chin and lifted her face so that I could see her. "How old are you?"

"Six," she stated, holding up ten fingers.

I snorted as I took a hold of her hand and lowered four of her fingers.

"Six?" I asked.

"Yes!" she screeched.

"Oh man," I whispered with a smirk. "Six years old? It seems as if I'm face to face with a big girl right now, yeah?"

"Of course," she replied with a confident shrug. Her eyes went over my shoulder before she leaned towards my ear, placing her hands over my knees that we bent. "Are you here to take my mama away?"

I leaned back with scrunched eyebrows, placing my hands on her tiny hips. "Why would I take your mama away, Princess?"

She shrugged as she looked away from me.

I internally growled as I looked over my shoulder. I couldn't possibly leave this little girl here with her. At least, not for tonight.

"Who brought you here just now?" I asked.

"I was over Mandy's house."

"Mandy?"

"She lives over there," she whispered, pointing to the house next door. I frowned and she grimaced a second later before covering her mouth. "I did it again," she mumbled behind her hand.

"No more telling people where you or your friends live, yeah?"

She nodded, determined.

"Do you have a daddy?" I asked looking around the porch, trying to see if there were any signs of a male figure living here.

"Yes, but mama doesn't like him," she whispered.

I rolled my eyes. "Do you like him, Lilly?"

She narrowed her eyes at me, like I offended her. "I love him."

I smiled. "Well, how would you like to spend the night at daddy's?"

She clapped as she started jumping around . "I know where he lives!"

I laughed as I wrapped my arms around her waist before lifting her up. "Awesome." Turning around so that I was facing the house, I gave the front door the finger before turning around again and heading towards my truck.

"Are you sure this is it?" I asked as I looked at Lilly, who had ketchup smeared across her cheeks.

"Yes!" she sang, wiping her greasy hands down the front of her dress.

Pulling up into the driveway, I placed the truck in park before turning my attention back to her. I grinned as I rolled my eyes and pulled on my sleeve, so that it was covering my hand. Leaning over the center console, I wiped her messy face. "Pig," I teased.

She gave me a toothy smile. "Oink, oink."

I snorted as I shook my head at her. After stepping out of my truck, I walked over to the passenger side and opened the door. Lilly sat up in her seat before jumping in my arms, causing a groan to leave my lips.

After shutting the door, I lowered her down to the ground and took a hold of her hand. Before I even had the chance of turning around, the small chick yanked on my hand and ran in front of me, literally pulling my ass towards the house.

I tripped over my own two feet as I stumbled up the porch steps behind her and landed flat on my side.

Hard.

Son of a motherless goat!

This little girl was no princess after all.

"Who's there?"

"Daddy!" Lilly shouted, trying to held me stand. "It's Lilly Bean!"

The door swung open as I used her little body for balance to stand up, the whole time cursing in my head. The little chick in front of me kept her eyes on her Pop as she straightened out my hoodie while I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Lilly," he whispered, bending down some. She screeched, apparently done with my existence as she ran and jumped into her daddy's open arms. He raised an eyebrow at me as he lifted her up. "Who are you?"

"Uh—hey," I mumbled, holding out my hand. "My name's Marie."

He glanced down at my hand before meeting my eyes again. I looked away as I lowered my arm and ran my fingers against my jeans. Lilly turned around and smiled. "Daddy, isn't she pretty?"

"How do you know my daughter?" he asked me, ignoring her question.

Clearing my throat, I placed my hands behind my back. "I, uh, don't." He cocked his head to the side some as his eyes studied my face. "I know her mom."

He nodded, his eyes telling me that he was somewhat offended with my mere presence all of a sudden, as he lowered Lilly to the ground.

The chick ran over to me and wrapped her arms around my hips before looking up. "I'm going to go and play with Bruno now." I nodded and she let go of me. "Thank you for the McDonalds."

I grinned as I patted the top of her head. "No problem, Piggy."

After she ran inside, her Pop shut the door and leaned against it. "Uh, Bruno is our German Shepard puppy," he explained, placing his arms across his chest. "It was her Christmas present last year."

I nodded, giving him a small smile. "Awesome."

It was silent for a moment before he pushed himself away from the door. "Lilly's mom doesn't allow her to come over here."

"I know," I whispered, lowering my head.

"Thanks," he whispered back, not a second later.

I lifted my head and smiled. "You're more than welcome."

"I just made a pot of coffee," he said, nodding behind him. "Do you want some?"

I shook my head as I looked over my shoulder. "No thanks, I should probably get going actually."

He nodded.

I nodded as I started walking backwards. "Have a good night, yeah?"

"You too," he smiled, "and uh—thanks, again."

I shook my head, waving my hands in the air. "No worr—ieees!"

"Holy shit," he cursed, running over to me after I fell on my ass. He grimaced as he leaned over me, his hand on my shoulder. "You okay?"

Two times within fifteen minutes.

New record for me.

Perfect.

I snorted and then groaned. "This happens all the time. No worries," I reassured him, sitting up. He laughed as he held out his hand, helping me stand. I grinned as I brushed my ass off and thanked him. "Alright, uh—goodnight," I whispered, turning around this time before I started for my truck.

"Goodnight."

After dropping off James' share, I left Andy's place and headed home, exhausted and pissed the hell off about how shit went down tonight.

What I experienced with Piggy bothered me.

I mean, I just didn't understand the shit.

I honestly didn't get it.

How can a parent act out like that?

Hurt their own blood, like it was absolutely nothing.

It boggled my goddamn mind.

It's been three works since I started working for James. I still showed up at Eclipse on the days that I was supposed to, but I always got out a lot earlier than I usually did. I would leave around twelve thirty, go over to Andy's place, organize shit with James, and then go where we were called to go.

Rose obviously couldn't work behind the bar anymore, what with her being seven months pregnant, so she's been busy herself busy behind the desk with Seth, organizing shit that office people organize.

Christ.

How time just…flew.

I still can't believe that we're going to be meeting the little person that has been in her belly for these last couple of months.

Unbelievable.

I despised working with James.

I'm not going to deny and say that the money wasn't killer, but I never used it for me anyway. I set up a bank account for the little one who is planning on gracing our lives in about three months. The profit I made from my cut was automatically put in there.

James supplied me with needles, flaps, vials, syringes, and basically any drug that I needed to sell, et cetera, fucking et cetera.

He showed me how to pack, showed me the spots where drugs were hot and who was hot for them.

The rest, he said, was left up to me.

He so intelligently claimed that I would bring a shit load of business because I looked trustworthy.

How can someone look trustworthy?

Idiot.

"No one can refuse a chick with a nice ass."

His words, not mine.

He came along with me for the first two weeks, showing me the ropes as I watched how he acted, his methods of selling.

And, I quickly got the hang out it.

Last week, I wanted to be by myself. The kid's presence maddened me to the extreme and I wanted nothing to do with him, so I told him that I would meet up with him after every deal, give him his cut, and leave him be.

And, the thing with all of these buyers that baffled me was that they were all just regular people, with regular homes and regular lives.

Not at all like that scary shit that was seen in movies.

I pulled up to our apartment building and parked my truck. Looking around, I groaned as I noticed Edward's car parked a couple spaces down.

He had absolutely no idea.

And, I was planning on keeping it that way, for as long as necessary.

Placing my ear against the door, I cursed when I heard the TV playing on the other side.

I haven't really had any time to hang out with Edward, let alone any of my other friends. Today at his parent's house was one of the few times in the past three weeks that I have and I cherished it.

After unlocking the door, I stepped into the living room and forced a smile when I saw Edward sitting on the couch with a ham and cheese sandwich in one hand and a beer in the other.

"Hey," I whispered, closing the door behind me.

He grinned as he placed the sandwich on the plate that was sitting on top of the table. Taking a hold of the remote, he kept his eyes on me as he hit pause. "Hey," he whispered.

After taking off my chucks, I placed them against the wall and nodded towards the TV. "What are you watching?"

He leaned back into the couch. "The Guardian."

I hummed. "Nice movie."

He smiled, patting the seat next to him. "Come sit down."

"I might fall asleep," I whispered with a grimace.

He shrugged. "I haven't seen your annoying ass in a while, come sit."

I nodded as I walked over to the couch. "Alright." He spread his legs open and I took a seat in between them before leaning back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I exhaled as I tried to forget about Lilly.

I just couldn't get that little girls face out of my head.

I placed the back of my head against his shoulder and he kissed my temple. "You're body is all tense." My eyes opened at his statement and I remained silent as he pushed me forward slightly. His fingers went to my shoulders a second later before they started massaging my muscles. "What's going on, Bae?"

I shook my head, letting it fall forward. "Just a long night, I guess."

He hummed as he lowered his hands some, massaging the middle of my back. "It's been a couple of long nights for you lately, yeah?"

I shrugged. "Not a big deal."

The pressure of his fingers against my tight muscles felt fuck awesome as his hands started traveling lower and lower. I sighed as I closed my eyes in pleasure. "Bae?"

"Hmm?"

"Is everything alright?" he asked.

I smirked when I felt something hard against my lower back. Raising an eyebrow, I looked over my shoulder. "Is that your gun or are you just happy to see me?"

He raised an eyebrow at me before looking down at himself. I followed his gaze and scrunched my eyebrows together when I noticed that his lower half was nowhere near by bo—

I jumped off of the couch and lowered my shirt. His eyes widened a bit before he lifted his hands up in the air. "You good?"

"I have to take a shit," I blurted out, backing away from the couch.

Really, Bella?

I have to take a shit?

Jesus.

"Okaay," he said in some slow you're fucking crazy sort of way.

"Back be I'll. I mean, back. I'll—right. No. I mean, I'll be right back."

His hand went to the back of his neck as he scratched the skin there.

"Okay? I wish you luck, I guess?"

I turned around with a quick nod before I hailed ass down the hallway. After stepping into my room, I locked it and pulled my hoodie off with a growl. "Mother—loving Christ!"

I was ten seconds away from getting caught.

How the hell would I explain a gun?

To Edward?

Yeah. No.

Thank fucking God, I didn't get to experience that shit.

After placing the gun under my bed, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off, along with my socks. Walking over to my dresser, I grabbed the boxers that I had laid out earlier and shoved them on.

Walking back into the living room, I rubbed my stomach as I looked at Edward, who raised an eyebrow at me. "I feel ten pounds light—ah."

He smirked as he nodded towards the couch. "I'm glad."

I pursed my lips, taking a seat next to him. "So, how are you feeling?"

He narrowed his eyes at me as I placed my feet over the table. Taking a hold of them, he moved my legs to his lap. "What do you mean?"

"Are you in the mood for some pickles?" I asked, laying down before placing my head against the armrest.

He groaned as he mimicked my position on the opposite end, lifting his legs and placing them against the outside of mine. "Don't remind me."

I grinned. "I can't believe that you ate that shit."

He shrugged as he lifted my legs and placed my feet against his chest.

"I talked to Emmett today."

"Really?"

He nodded, returning my smile. "He's doing good."

"Yeah?"

He hummed. "He wanted me to tell you that he's behaving himself, and that he's ecstatic that you and Rose are talking again."

I raised an eyebrow. "Those were his exact words?"

He rolled his eyes. After clearing his throat, he clarified, impersonating Em. "Tell B that I'm not a kid and that I could handle myself. Thug life forever. B and Rosie are talking again? Oh shit, does my sister have a black eye? Or how about my Rosie, is her nose all busted?"

I snorted as I closed my eyes, his hands running themselves along my legs as he massaged them. "I miss him."

"He misses you too, Bae," he whispered. I opened my eyes when his hands stopped. "Also, he said, and I quote, tell Kiddo that she could sleep well, for I smell like a sewer."

I laughed, placing my arm over my forehead.

He listened to my advice.

He was still an anal sex virgin.

Good boy.

I lifted my arm when the TV and lights went out, enclosing the room in darkness except for the candle that was lit on one of the end tables. I quickly sat up as Edward looked around. "Shit, we're dead!" I shouted.

"Christ, Bella."

I raised an eyebrow at his groan. "What happened?"

He stood up, his eyes narrowed in my direction as he rubbed the back of his head. "Every time there's a thunderstorm coming, the electricity gets cut off. And, your spaz ass hit me."

I grimaced as I mumbled an unfelt apology. He shook his head, telling me that it was unnecessary as he went to step away from me. I took a hold of his hand, looking at him like are you out of your mind?

"Don't leave me here!"

"Bae," he laughed, "I'm just going to go and get some more candles."

"Well I'm coming with you!" I yelled, tightening my fingers around his.

"Alright, there's no need to shout. I'm right here, you know?"

I nodded. "Okay!"

"Christ," he groaned, shaking my hand. "Relax."

"I am relaxed!" I whispered angrily, increasing my death grip.

After lighting the last candle as we sat on the couch, he looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to go to bed?" he asked. My eyes widened in this kid definitely has a death wish. "The electricity is probably going to be out for the rest of the night."

"Hell no," I whispered, clinging onto his arm as I practically sat on top of the kid. "We're sleeping out here on the couch."

"We are?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We are," I confirmed with a nod.

"Bae, I can't sleep on the couch," he stated, shaking his head. "Lets go to my bedroom, yeah?"

I shook my head. "Nope. Room is smaller, meaning that there's a bigger chance of death. We have to think rationally," I whispered, suspiciously looking around the room.

He scratched the back of his head. "Are you listening to yourself?"

I nodded, pushing him on his back as I followed, laying on top of him.

"I always listen to myself," I whispered, my arms tight around him.

He laughed as he sat up a little, causing me to yelp as I slipped off of his chest. He adjusted us so that we were laying on our sides, facing each other. "I think that's the problem."

Placing my arm over his waist, I shook my head as I moved in closer.

"I hate the dark."

His fingers started running themselves over my skin, underneath the back of my shirt. "Lets talk about something that will take your mind off of it, yeah?"

"It won't work," I argued. "My mind is set on death."

He grinned as he looked down at me. "We're not going to die, Bella."

I groaned as I tugged on the back of his shirt. "That's what they all say, Edward!"

His fingers that were against my back slowly made their way up to my jaw, causing me to look into his eyes. "I'm sure that I can think of something to distract you with," he whispered, running his thumb along my bottom lip.

"What's that?" I whispered.

Licking his lips a little, his gaze moved down to my mouth. "Guess," he smirked, and then narrowed his eyes at me when I bit onto my lip. "Do so without driving me crazy," he clarified, tugging my teeth's grip off.

I leaned in a bit closer and nudged his nose with mine as I grinned. "If it involves your mouth," I whispered, licking my top lip before running it against his bottom one, "then I can just about guarantee that you're doing a good job at distracting me already."

He narrowed his eyes at me as he gave me a chaste kiss. Leaning in again, he placed his mouth against mine, keeping it there so I could feel the vibrations as he spoke. "Just about?"

I inhaled a shaky breath when I felt his tongue run against the corner of my mouth. "You're getting somewhat…closer," I grinned, wrapping my fingers around the front of his shirt, keeping him close.

"Hot or cold?" he asked, his voice lovely rough as he breathed over my cheek. I moved my hand to the back of his head when I felt his mouth outlining the ridges of my mouth and pulled on his hair, capturing that yummy tongue of his before he got the chance of denying me of it.

"Warmer," I answered as he groaned against my top lip.

I gave him back his tongue and he placed his forehead against mine as he ran his free hand down to my ass cheeks that were clothed with his boxers. My hand copied his action with a tough grip, and when the kid pulled my hips against his, I followed suit with my own tug, pulling his hardness into my softness, simultaneously, so that it was excellent for both of us.

He took my top lip into his mouth as I took his bottom one into mine.

His finger's grasp over my ass tightened their hold and I moaned from the pressure. His hand moved to the back of my knee a second before he lifted my thigh and placed it over his hip, leaving free room to do…

Whatever.

His lips moved to my ear as his fingertips started running over the skin of my inner thighs. "Am I getting closer, Bae?"

"Edward," I breathed, placing my forehead against his chin, my gaze below us, following the movement of his hand. "I'm burning already."

He hummed a soothing melody as his fingers ran along my waistband, nowhere near where I wanted them to be. I met his eyes as I lowered my hand and ran my fingers down his chest. When they were met with his cock standing against his lower abdomen, my breathing stuttered.

A small grimace ran over his face as he took in my expression of stun.

"Sorry," he whispered, shaking his head as his hips moved away from mine. "It feels fucking incredible when you rub up on me, but…"

I raised an eyebrow at his pause as my fingers lifted his shirt some.

"If my dicks covered, it's kind of…uncomfortable, I guess."

I leaned in and ran my wet lips against his own. "If you think that I'm upset," I whispered, running my thumb over his tip, spreading around the pre-cum that was there and adoring the exhale that left his throat, "then you have issues."

His fingers found their way inside my boxers and boy shorts, a second later, and I jumped when they reached my sensitivity. Edward smirked against my lips as I held my breath when I felt him apply a diminutive amount of pressure. "Breathe," he whispered, nudging my head back with his forehead before running his mouth down my throat.

When I circled my thumb around his head, he copied the movements against my clit. When I slowly slid my hand down his shaft, he hissed and quickly pushed a finger inside. I moaned his name as he took my top lip into his mouth, sucking it so properly, as he brushed my hand away from him.

His pace against me quickened and I looked up at him. "I want t—oh shit," I inhaled, not able to tell him that I wanted to touch him as his thumb pressed against my clit. When I went to ask him about why he brushed my hand away, his two fingers slipping in killed my words.

"Bae," he whispered, a quick lick to his lips as his dark eyes studied the pleasure on my face, "just let me make you cum." I went to tell him that I wanted him to enjoy himself too, but he shook his head, "If you keep moving your hand around my cock while those sounds come out of your mouth, I'll cum too quick…and—"

I ran my hand up his chest and looked into his eyes. "I don't want it to end too fast either," I whispered.

He nodded after a few seconds, silent relief written behind his eyes at my understanding. "Come on," he gritted, quickly thrusting his finger in and out of me twice. "Fucking," swirl, thrust, thrust, "cum," thrust, thrust, thrust, swirl.

"Oh—oh God."

My eyes widened in surprise as the rubber band snapped, that quickly, causing my body to shake against his. He alternated with slow in's and fast out's, vice fucking versa, until I brushed his fingers away when it become too sensitive.

He grinned something serious as he leaned over me, running his hands under my shirt, along my stomach. After a couple of seconds, I pushed my hips up and tugged my boxers and underwear off, more than ready to get the show on the goddamn road.

Sitting up, I threw my shirt off, along with my bra. His eyes never left mine as I laid back down, running one hand up my stomach, over the bottom of my tit until I reached my nipple…

That was dying for attention, by the fucking way.

When I pinched it, I watched with hooded eyelids when his tongue ran itself along his bottom lip as he whispered my name.

I slowly lowered my other hand and ran my fingers over the slick area that was in between my thighs, causing his eyes to darken, even more if that was possible.

I arched my back as my middle finger ran itself against my clit. Before the exhale that I was holding onto left my throat, I felt his hand brush mine away before I felt his palm over me. I moaned, like hell the fuck yes, when I saw Edward wrap the same hand around his dick, coating himself with…me.

"I need to be inside you," he whispered as his hand ran itself up and down his shaft. I breathed my approval, like he needed it, before he lowered his face down to mine until his lips were centimeters away.

I pulled on his shirt, urging him with silence to get on top of me. He kept his eyes on mine as he did so, straddling me all heavy and just the way I liked it. His chest shuttered and my thighs wiggled under him as he ran the head of his dick against my folds.

I arched my back as he gave no warning and thrust himself inside, my fingers gripping onto the sides of the couch. His eyes shut as his upper body lowered down to mine, "Christ, so good, Bae."

I lifted my hips some, wanting nothing more than for him to move inside me, as soon as fucking possible.

Placing his forehead against my neck and breathing against the skin over my collarbone, he pressed his hips down to mine once, tightly, before lifting them and setting the pace, slow and unhurried at first.

His forehead moved to my cheek as his arms went underneath mine, so that I was enclosed in his space, literally having none of my own.

I held onto my inhale when he lifted his lower body, all slow and inch by inch, taking himself completely out of me before slamming himself back in with a guttural groan.

He repeated this behavior, with the same goddamn pace and noises, until I couldn't take it anymore.

I needed him closer.

I wrapped my thighs around his waist, holding him inside of meand preventing him from torturing me with his actions. Placing my arms around his waist, I used his body for leverage as I lifted my ass and rolled my hips against him.

His hands slammed down onto the armrest that my head was leaning against as he growled my name. I continued grinding into him until I felt my upper body leave the cushions. Looking into Edward's eyes, I licked my mouth and bit his as he sat back, his hands over my lower back pulling me into his lap as we stayed connected.

Placing his hands around my ass, he pushed me down against him as I started riding him. My back arched on its own from the stretched tight pressure and my fingernails dug into his shoulders as I continued, and he continued.

"Oh fu—cking God," I groaned, the words long and deep as I threw my head back, his fingers against the skin over my hips killer locked.

My movements froze on top of him, my riding no longer, as he thrust upwards, holding me in place with his grasp, nearly paralyzing me as he hit that spot.

When I felt his thumb rubbing tight circles against my clit after the last mind blowing thrust, my eyes opened and I stopped breathing when I met Edward dark green ones starring at me.

My body heated, and I couldn't help the noises that left my mouth as I started falling off of the edge. The kid didn't allow me to ride it out, as he slowly lifted my ass until his dick almost slipped out and letting me go, causing my body to come crashing down on him.

He repeated this three more times until I exploded around him.

My hands found the back of his neck before I pulled his upper body to mine, attacking his lips as I rode out my orgasm, shaking against him.

There was absolutely no space between us as I rolled my hips into him in tight increments. He groaned a curse word, so nice and proper, and bit onto my neck as he stilled a second later, spilling into me.

And, we collapsed.

No lie, just fell right off of the couch.

The kid landed on top of me with a grunt, but I didn't feel shit.

And he knew that too, because he didn't try to lift his body off of mine.

"I think that," deep breath, "you broke," deep breath, "my nerves."

Yep.

I need some O2.

Stat.

He smirked against the skin of my neck, his breathing no better than mine. "Holy shit."

"Holy shit," I confirmed, in total fucking understanding.

I went to lift my arms so that I could run my fingers through his hair, but halfway there, I dropped them, too weak to move anything.

"You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days," he argued, trying to slide off of me and not succeeding, instead looking like some dying worm.

I snorted. "You're the one adding the extra shit."

"You like the extra shit," he whispered.

I yawned. "I never said that I didn't."

"Do you have work tomorrow?" he asked, my chest apparently, seeing as to how he couldn't really lift his head.

I closed my eyes. "Mmhm."

"I was thinking about having a BBQ," he mumbled sleepily.

I rolled my eyes, keeping them shut. "Edward?"

"Hmm?"

"It's kind of sad how you're trying to have an everyday normal convo, what with the whole oh hey were naked, on top of each other, in the dark thing going on. Also, your snake is still in my garden of flowers, so can you just shut up?"

He snorted as I felt his eyelashes dance across my skin, telling me that he was closing his eyes. "Did you just call my penis a snake?"

"I did."

He grinned. "I'm guessing that your vagina is the garden of flowers?"

"Affirmative."

He yawned. "Is my snake poisonous?"

"No Edward," I growled, tired as all hell and wanting nothing more but to sleep. "But if you don't shut the hell up and go to fucking sleep, I'm going to set up a no trespassing sign along the gate."

"Touché," he whispered.

Tou-fucking-ché indeed.

Oh...Lemon warning.

=)

So I have finals in two weeks, lasts one week...and then i have some time off...

Good news...during that break, i will def. be able to have this part of the story done with, and start the sequel before i return back to hell, AKA: nursing school.

Bad news...I don't think i'll be able to update until that break. =(

So, I hope you guys understand =/ I really need to concentrate on my workload for these two last wks. As much as i'd rather give you guys chapters, i need to catch up on my studying =(

So, don't forget me bitches! I'll see you in two weeks!

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