A/N: Welcome back, Thanks for each and every review :')
I am currently writing two stories, which is why I update kind of slower. At least once a week though, this will update.
Changed the summary, not the story. That's because I got a few ideas and it's not going the direction I thought it was. Don't fret; this story will still work ;)
Disclaimer: I must admit the characters are not mine. They're still awesome.
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(Edward POV)
Right before Bella and I were going to stand and collect the empty plates, Lucy spoke up again.
"So, Bella, when are you due?" She asked easily.
I dropped the fork out of my hand and Bella made an audible gasp.
Well, that was uncalled for.
"Pardon me?" I asked not trying to be polite. I'm sure the sheer iciness in my voice shone through. Bella and I are trying for a family; we don't need it rubbed in our faces when we aren't succeeding so quickly.
The plate in my right hand was near it's death, I was gripping it so tightly, it would break if I squeezed any tighter I was sure of it. Bella slowly set down the plates in her hands back onto the table and grabbed the one from my hand, putting it on the table as well. Her breathing was uneasy.
I'm sure I held a comparison to Elmo with my face. Bright red it was, but not because I was a fluffy puppet with a squeaky voice, no, it was because I was pissed.
Pissed right off.
Lucy sat there confused. Bella came to stand next to me, latching onto my arm. It was then I could be mobile again. I was frozen in place until then. Literally.
Lucy tilted her head to the side a bit confused. I was confused as to why she was confused. Does she not know how disrespectful she just was? Can't Bella and I move away, start over, and actually be happy with shit interfering? I mean we've been through enough haven't we?
Apparently not.
I huffed. I need an explanation.
"Y-you didn't know?" Lucy asked us and covered part of her mouth with her hand.
"Know what?" I asked completely dumb struck. Confused flew out the window and was replaced with temporary brain loss. Whatever, it's not real, but it's how I felt. I couldn't comprehend anything. Anything apart from Bella's presence beside me that is.
"Nothing." Lucy shook her head. She set her napkin aside and stood up, her chair squeaking in protest against the floor as she stood. Bella didn't speak, I didn't speak, but Lucy did. "I-I really should go."
I snorted rudely. "Yeah, that's for sure."
She looked down at her feet murmured an apology and ran off. I heard the door close when she went to the other room and out the front door. It was that quiet.
"Well…" Bella started. "Uh, that was…"
I turned to face her almost mechanically. I took her face in my hands. "She's rude, I know I should have never even answered the door when she first came-"
"Shh." Bella practically begged and pressed her head into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and sighed.
"I don't know what that was all about." I admitted.
"S-she," Bella shook her head against my chest. "I, she… She thinks I'm pregnant?"
I breathed in her scent, offering no reply. I murmured her name softly.
"Am I fat?" She asked me suddenly.
I chuckled. Not loudly, but Bella still heard it even though she wasn't meant to. She leaned back from me and my arms slackened around her. She gave me a pointed look. "I'm being serious. What's so funny?"
"You're perfect. Most certainly not fat."
"Do I look pregnant?" She turned to the side and patted her stomach.
"No." I shook my head. My answer, no, was almost upsetting. I wanted to say yes, I wanted to say yes and mean it. But I couldn't. She looked the exact same as always. I stepped forward and pulled her close. "No, you don't."
She sighed and it wasn't a content sigh. For a moment, I allowed myself to believe she wanted another answer too; she wanted it to be a yes. Her hands left her stomach and moved to my shoulders.
"Maybe I can't get pregnant." She sighed again, this time it was a little heavier, a little more unhopeful.
"No," I shook my head. "No, don't say that. Just don't."
"But, Edward-"
"Bella, seriously come on. That's ridiculous."
"Is it? Because really I should be… I should be able too." She frowned and a sob caught in her throat. I picked her up, walked over to the couch in the other room, plopped her down and sat down with her. A tear ran down her cheek, she rubbed it with away with the back of her hand so hard it left a red mark on her cheek. I brushed my thumb under her eye to catch any more tears.
"It is ridiculous." I replied to her question, though I'm sure she didn't need or want an answer.
"Edward," Bella looked down at her lap and played with her fingers. Suddenly she giggled. Hmm. "It's not like we aren't active enough." She blushed. Oh, she blushed feverishly.
I leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Lucy was talking nonsense. Don't let her ruin our happiness. The day will come when we have a little extra one." I winked.
She bit her lip. "You think so?"
"I know so." I nodded; inside I prayed to be right.
…
"You serious?" Emmett asked and it sounded as though he wanted to laugh. I couldn't tell because it was over the phone so I couldn't see his face. "She thought Bee was pregnant?"
I was telling Emmett about the little dinner disaster Bella and I had two nights ago.
"Yes." I gripped the phone tighter in my hand.
"Well that's rude." Emmett agreed. "ROSALIE, YOU CAN TALK TO BELLA LATER." His voice was distant as though he pulled the phone away.
I chuckled.
"Sorry about that." Emmett apologized. "Ya know the women. They like to talk, talk, talk."
"You're the one whom gossips like an old lady." I reminded him. "So you shouldn't be talking."
"Well, I'm the sexiest old lady out there and you know it." I swear if it were a face-to-face conversation, Emmett would have winked. I just know him that well.
I laughed. "Alright, sure, whatever you want Emmett. Or should I say Emily, since you're an old lady now?"
I felt a tap of impatience on my shoulder. Of course, it was from my beloved wife. I turned to face her; I pulled the phone away from my face for a moment. "Yes?"
"You got the wife being impatient too, eh?" Emmett asked.
"Yeah." I said. "I guess I'll talk to you later."
"Kay, in four hours knowing them actually." Emmett corrected and I rolled my eyes, handing the phone off to Bella.
"Thank you." She mouthed to me and took the phone, pressing it to her ear. "Hello? Rosalie? Oh hi! Guess what? Yeah! I know right? Really? Aw!"
I chuckled to myself, walking off. I knew I'd get the whole story of their phone conversation later. I walked off to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. I closed the fridge and walked over to the table, setting the cold bottle on it. I sighed.
Lucy thought Bella was pregnant.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. My hands were wet from touching the cold water bottle that was dripping a moment ago so I walked over to the counter where a dishtowel was left on.
That's not all that was there.
I wiped my hands and set down the dishtowel. That's when I noticed it. My heart did this little flip-de-do in my chest and my breath caught.
A freaking pregnancy test.
All I did was walked past and pretended that I didn't notice it.
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"I want your love and I want your revenge," Bella sang lightly as I hit every piano key that matched her tune.
I loved doing that - playing piano while she sang.
Perfect.
"You and me could write a bad romance."
Only Bella could turn a Lady Gaga song to such… softness. If that makes any sense… It does to me.
I stopped playing halfway through.
"What is it, hubs?" Bella asked me, gently stroking my cheek. I sighed and shook my head. "Somethings eating at you, don't keep it locked up."
"I'm fine." I assured her.
"I don't believe that, what's a matter?" She pushed.
"Well, uh, you see, it's... nothing." I refused to speak. I looked down at the piano and bit my tongue. I knew she'd find a way to get me to speak. She always does.
"Don't lie to me." She murmured and placed her right hand on mine, still hovering over the piano keys.
"I saw something today." I looked down. "And I wanted to wait until you were going to tell me yourself."
"What did you see?" Bella asked.
"A pregnancy test." I muttered, barely speaking.
Bella heard me though. Of course she did. She brought in a shaky breath. "Uh, yeah... About that."
"Hm?" I asked impaitently. "Were you going to tell me?"
We've been through this before and she promised. She promised! She swore that she wouldn't keep anything from me anymore, but I guess that...
"Maybe."
"That's a no." I locked my lips together.
"If it turned out positive then I'd tell you, if not then I wouldn't." She replied evenly.
"Well, why not?" I pushed. I needed an answer. I tried to not get mad.
"I didn't, it wasn't important." She stuttered her words.
"Bullshit." I cussed. She gasped. "Bella, you and I both know that's not the case!"
She pulled her hand back.
"I didn't want you to get bummed out Edward! I know how much you want this and so do I! So if it was negative then I wouldn't even mention it." She yelled back and scooted away from me on the piano bench.
"Bella," I pulled at my hair. "Angel, dammit. You have to tell me these things! We've been through this."
"Don't you see my side of the story though?" She asked me. "I don't want to let you down."
"You could never let me down." I promised her.
Bella looked down to her lap and bit her lip. "Okay..."
"Believe me." I assured.
"I do." She nodded weakly.
"So... uh." I lost words.
"Hmm?" Bella asked looking up at me.
"Did you take the test?" It was an awkward conversation from that point.
"Uh, not yet. No." She shook her head.
"Oh." I replied dumbly.
"I will today." She whispered. "Okay?"
I nodded and a small grin spread across my face.
Tonight I'd find out if I was going to be a father or not.
A/N: Christmas break soon. Either that means I'll write, or be so busy that I can't. I wrote some one-shots recently though, if you want to read those in the mean time. I'll try to post within a week.
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