A/N: Yeah, here's my excuse as to why I didn't write. It's the real reason though! I had exams that I studied for, a new semester coming around the corner, real life caught up to me and on top of that, guess what I did? Wrote a new freaking story. Different tense too, so I got really jumbled when it came to this story. So much writer's block!
Sorry. Forgive me? This chapter is fluffy for you!
Disclaimer: Not my characters despite my wishes.
(Edward POV)
Emmett and Rosalie left in the morning, Emmett was still really, really nervous. I told him to calm the shit down or else Rosalie would notice something is up. Something about women and their senses, I swear they have an extra one. He nodded, drank and beer and tried to pull himself together.
Tried.
This weekend he's going to ask her to marry him. This weekend. Two days. If only he can keep calm until then. I think that might be the only problem. He has the ring too, it's something Rosalie will like, but if it were for Bella, it would be way over the top.
I took Bella's small hand in my own and we step outside the house, closing the door behind us. I kissed her temple and she smiled at me brightly. "I love you," I reminded her, you know in case she forgot.
"Not near as much as I love you." She replied and leaned into me more. We walked off the porch and not long after the sidewalk was beneath our feet.
"Liar." I smirked and looked around. It was a surprisingly nice day out.
"You know," Bella started and peeked over to look at me. "It's really nice to go for walks." She breathed in deeply.
"Actually have a sidewalk to walk on?" I asked, adding in. She nodded and laughed through her nose. "I'm still really new to this." I looked around and saw the houses lined up on either side of the street.
"Paved roads." Bella gasped dramatically.
"Shush," I squeezed her hand.
"I know what you mean." She nodded, becoming serious. "It's a new thing."
"But I like it." I told her. "I really do."
"Me too." She looks down, slowing our walk and patted her stomach. "So will this little one."
My smile exploded across my face lighting up like a firework in the night sky. "Definitely."
We continued our walk, hand in hand, fingers intertwined and enjoying the view. Occasionally we'd hear a bird chirp or a car pass by, I never paid much attention with Bella beside me. That's all that mattered.
"So Emmett's going to pop the question." She started a new conversation.
"Yeah, could you not tell how nervous he was the whole visit?" I asked her and felt her thumb rubbing circles on my hand.
She laughed softly. "I knew something was up. He needs to calm down, it's not like she'll reject him." I agreed. "I don't think you were that nervous now were you?"
"I was a bit, but I didn't break into a cold sweat every time I thought about it." I chuckled and Bella joined in on my laughter. "I guess you could say I was nervous, but really it didn't stop me from asking you."
"I'm so glad you did." She said. "Really."
"Me too." I agreed. "And Emmett will be too once he finally does."
"Does he have a plan or a date to do so?" Bella asked and we stopped to sit on a park bench.
I nodded. "This weekend he's taking her out." I watched Bella nod to herself.
"What are you looking at?" She asked me teasingly.
"My beautiful wife." I replied and leaned forward to kiss her on the tip of her nose. I pulled back and placed my hand on her still really flat stomach. There was a little bit of a bump, but nothing too noticeable. I, of course, noticed it.
"I'm tugging along extra cargo now." She smirked and placed her hand atop of mine.
"You're even more fragile now." I murmured and caressed her skin through her green shirt.
"Psh." She snorted. "I'm not fragile. I'm tough!"
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes, my turn to be the teaser. "You can be compared to glass there darling."
"Lets agree to disagree on that one, alright?" Bella asked me and I shook my head. "Come on, we both know how tough I am." Her voice becomes more serious, yet she was still a tad playful. "I tracked through the woods for hours upon hours. Then I entered a strangers house without permission."
I sighed at the memory but decided to play out. "You did that?" I asked jokingly.
"Yeah, you should have seen the guy too. He was pretty scary." She fake mocks a horrified expression. "I was pretty brave."
"Stupid guy." I grumbled.
"Why?"
"Because, if that were me." Which it is. "I would have kept you forever, never letting you go." Which is what happened.
Bella laughed through her nose. "Yeah, well… I have no reply to that."
I kissed her cheek. "Good."
"But I'm not fragile." She repeated.
"Believe what you want, angel." I leaned back against the bench. "Shall we continue our walk?"
…
Four Months Later.
…
"Ally is going overboard." Bella laughed to herself after hanging up the phone. "Really, she should have became a wedding planner. She'd fit the bill."
"She loves party planning. Always has." I get up off the couch and walk over to my wife and her pronounced baby bump.
"Remember our wedding?" Bella asks and kisses me. "It's almost been a year."
"Two months." I kissed her on the lips.
"One month 'til Rose and Emmett's wedding. Two months until our anniversary. Three months until Jazz and Ally's." She shook her head. "Five months 'til this baby. Not to mention your birthday is squished sometime in there."
"Your birthday is around this one's due date." I added and wrapped my arms around her. "Lots of parties to happen." I kissed the top of her head.
Bella groaned.
"What?" I asked and pulled back to look at her.
She pouts. "I can't drink at any of them!"
I chuckled and pulled her close to me again. "That sucks."
"You have no idea." She wrapped her arms around me.
"I won't either if that helps." I murmured into her head and kissed the tip of it.
"You kiss me a lot." She giggled into the crook of my neck. I kissed her temple, her forehead and her cheek.
"Well if you weren't so damn kissable." I chuckled and she stepped up to kiss me on the lips quickly.
…
"You're the one who wanted it to be a surprise." Bella reminded me and ran her fingers through my hair, tugging at the ends softly. I had my head rested on her swollen belly, careful not to crush her or the baby though.
"I hate surprises," I groaned and pulled her shirt back so I could press kisses along her stomach. "Tell me if you're a boy or a girl." I asked her stomach.
No answer.
I groaned again.
"The doctor could have told us." Bella repeated.
"You want it to be a surprise too." I replied. "I'm just impatient."
"I know." She laughed, "But I'm sure you won't get an answer."
I sighed and looked up at Bella, she's smiling down at me. "It's still worth a try, love." I go back to her stomach. "Just tell me, I won't tell mommy."
"What if… the baby… already told me?" She asked jokingly.
I gasped. "Impossible." I smirked. "The baby and I already have that bond going on, ya know? He or she would tell me first."
"Nope." Bella shook her head, I could see out of my peripherals.
"Yup." I argued.
"Okay then what's the gender, Edward?" She asked.
Oh, I can play that game. "You want it to be a surprise so I won't tell you."
Bella laughed. "Come on, admit, you don't know."
"Neither do you." I grumbled.
"We'll just have to wait and see." Bella sighed and rested back into the couch further.
"That's why the nursery is green. Jungle themed." I chuckled.
"Girls can like lions too." Bella told me and I moved to lay with her in my arms. "I sure do." She winked.
I growled.
She giggled.
We kissed.
…
"Edward!" She giggled and wiped her nose. We were in the nursery doing touch ups to the walls before we got all the furniture. Apparently, in a nursery, more than a crib is need. Who would have known? I sure didn't.
"Oh sorry," I said sarcastically. "Did I get paint on your nose?"
She narrowed her eyes and flicked green paint off the end of her paintbrush onto me. "Hey!" I shouted.
"What? Two can play at that game you know!" She exclaimed.
"Now, now." I calmly said. "Let's not make a mess."
"You started it." She said and went back to painting. "Over here, we should paint branches or something, jungle like."
"Yeah, I'm no artist. My branches would look like a stick figure drowning or something." I chuckled.
"Very, very nice visuals for inside the baby's room." Bella laughed.
"I know," I agreed. "I'm sure someone would see it and hire me to paint their nursery."
"Speaking of babies." Bella started. "When will Jazz and Ally get it on?"
"Get it on?" I quoted her with a chuckle.
"Oh, you know what I mean." She sighed. "I don't think Alice is too excited for our baby. She didn't really react the way I expected. She under reacted if that's possible."
"Uh," I paused. "I don't think she wants kids."
"Why not?" Bella asked. She set her paintbrush down on the lid of the paint can and walked over to me, rubbing my shoulder. I looked down at her and shrugged. "Edward…"
"I don't know, I talked with Jazz about it because I was curious too. I think she under reacted too." I told her. "He just said that he would love a kid but she's not that up for it. Alice never really liked kids."
"How can you not like kids?" My wife questioned. I set my paintbrush down and turned to face her. There was a curious expression on her face.
"I don't know. She just never did. She always thought babies were icky." I explained. "She's too much of a kid herself I guess. She just loves to shop and be taken care of."
"Edward." Bella scolded.
"What, it's true?" I asked her. "You know it's true." I gave her a smouldering gaze. "Plus, it might be the fact… never mind, lets get back to painting." I turned away and grabbed my paintbrush.
"No tell me." My wife grabbed my arm. "Really, I can handle it."
I sighed. "Painting, love."
"No, tell me." She argued.
I groaned. "'Cause it's our kid?" My voice came out like a question.
"What does that mean? She should be happy! She's going to be a freaking aunt." Bella growled. Pregnancy hormones?
I sighed.
"Is this something I don't know about?" She asked me softly.
"Yup."
"From when you were younger?"
"Yup." Right after my parents died.
"What happened?" She asked.
"Alice just never really liked kids." I shrugged. "And she never really loved me."
"She loves you." Bella argued. "She likes to visit you and all."
"She missed me." I shrugged again. "Jazz is usually the one to drag her to see me."
"So we've been together over a year and now you're telling me your sister doesn't like you?" Bella asked dumbly. I dropped my paintbrush and turned to face her.
"You've meet her before I did. Well since adulthood." I responded.
"Okay," Bella replied. "I'm still confused?"
"We argued once." I looked down at the floor. "I forget about what. She said she hated me and be completely disgusted if anyone or anything else ever came to this world that was even the slightest like me."
I felt Bella wrap her arms around me and I revelled in her warmth. Her life, her love. Her.
"She didn't mean that, baby. She was just mad." Bella kissed my cheek.
I sighed. "When she visited a month ago, her and Jazz, she told me she couldn't believe this is happening. She didn't sound impressed."
"She has mood swings." My wife murmured.
"She doesn't like me." I whined.
"I'll talk to her about it." Bella pulled back and looked at me cautiously. "Okay?"
I shrugged.
"Come on, be happy." She pleaded. She grabbed my arm and placed my hand on her stomach and my other arm instantly wrapped around her and pulled her close. "I am. Very, very happy."
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