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Maybe it was the smell of this cotton, it was kinds of- no wait what's that? Is that mustard? Oh god yeah that's mustard, how did I manage that, its not even at the top, its all the way at the bottom. I swear I eat like a caveman, I really hope we don't eat tonight.

Crap! Is this a dinner and movie thing? Stop Bell, just breathe. Now what was the first thing I was worrying about… oh yes this shirt. Oh Lord! Could it make me look anymore months pregnant! I'm only 3 months along and I could totally pass for nine months in this shirt. I'm taking it off-

Dear Bella,

You are absolutely insane. In fact you are so insane it must be some way unhealthy to you and maybe even the folks around you. That 'mustard stain' is in fact not even there, it's a spot on Alice's mirror, that you have mistaken for a spot on your clothes.

We worry about you.

Sincerely,

Logical Answers.

(A/N: this happened to my recently. Lol)

My thoughts were wild.

"Bella!" Alice pulled me out of me deep panic.

"Huh?" I whispered, as stared at myself in the full length mirror set nicely in the middle of Alice's room just for this occasion.

"Calm yourself." Alice appeared next to me in the mirror, her beautiful little self, only making me look even more hideous.

"I look hideous." I voiced my thoughts.

"No you do not!" Alice almost screamed, and I flinched.

"Look at you!" Alice threw her hands in the air, and I looked at myself as she ordered.

"That blue." Her voice was softer as she put her arms around me and looked into the mirror at me.

"Looks so lovely against your skin." She whispered.

"It shows all the right curves, and tightens just below your breast, giving you a beautiful boost"

"That baby bump" She touched it gently. "Shows just enough to have its presence known."

"Showing how lovely he already is." Alice cooed rubbing it.

"These jeans make your legs look amazing, Edward is going to love watching you walk." Alice winked, and I let my eyes follow over my body as she described me.

"Your hair pulled back like that is so you can see that pretty little face of yours, and those big brown eyes." Alice cupped my face.

"Edward must love those bright chocolate brown eyes." Alice smiled. I turned back to look at myself in the mirror. I didn't look all that bad.

"Yeah." I said in a breathy voice. "Maybe."

"You look wonderful." Alice smiled satisfied.

"Thanks Alice." I turned to wrap my arms around her. "I shouldn't be so worried about my appearance, Edward is just a friend. And the father of my baby." I repeated what I had been thinking over and over again.

"Yeah." Alice nodded, but her smile had faded.

"Alice?" I asked, as she stared off into the mirror.

"Hmm?" Alice glanced over at me.

"When you were talking about the baby bump you said he?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah." Alice blushed just lightly. "I just thought maybe-" I cut her off. .

"I like it." I mumbled rubbing my hands over the baby bump. She didn't respond, and I didn't expect her to, I didn't want ay commentary on that.

The door bell rang and I saw Alice jump from the corner of my eye, but I stayed still just staring at my reflection. I hadn't looked in a mirror in a while, actually I tried to avoid it as much as possible, but something about the image of me with my hands running across the baby bump made me feel warm and fuzzy.

"A boy." I hummed. When the doctor asked if we wanted a ultrasound I cringed at the thought, and I knew I wasn't ready to do anything like that with Edward there, but of course I though it would be necessary sometime-

"Bella." Alice popped back into the room, and I was unaware she had even left. "He's here."

I followed a bouncy and giggly Alice down the stairs, watching my feet intensely so I didn't trip on air or something. We all no my luck.

"Hey you." I heard his voice, and like that I was thrown into a pot of feelings, all but one was identified. Nervous, Annoyed, Happy, unknown. He was standing leaning against Alice's couch, looking just as dazzling in his dark blue shirt like he did any day with any shirt on. I smiled wide at him, and he returned only such a dazzling smile that would make me want to collapse.

"You look gorgeous." He smiled.

"Don't look to bad yourself." I blushed.

Dear Bella,

You do look pretty swell, but do you look good enough standing next to Edward Masen with his sexy self. He looks like a model, we wonder if her does underwear shoots in his free time? Hell he could do watch commercials. What about you Isabella? Our you modeling for Gap? Because Edward seems to need someone from Victoria Secret. Maybe? Maybe not. But just incase, we have sent you this catalogue so you can look at the pretty bras. Only because we are concerned with your appearance next to Edward. Not that Victoria Secret is sponsoring us.

Suggestion: Look at the Catalogue.

Love,

Warning And Worried INC.

The theatre was crowded tonight.

I didn't even know what we were going to see, but Edward seemed to be on top of his game today, he hadn't said one thing to tick me off yet. 10 points for Edward.

"How was your day?" I asked as we waited in line for tickets to a movie I wasn't even sure of.. The coldness made my cheeks red, and I felt in my nose to, I didn't think it was the best day for me to look like Rudolph, but hey, it was freezing outside I couldn't help it. Edward had his hands in his coat pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels.

It was the most delightful thing I had ever seen.

"Hmm?" He turned to me, his cheeks shaded a very light pink, while mine probably reflected tomatoes.

"How was your day?" I asked again, sniffing this time as the cold wind blew past my hair gently flowing with it.

"I just went to the doctors." He shrugged with a smile, that I couldn't help but return.

"And how was your day?" He smiled, and we moved forward as the line moved. I almost laughed at the fact he returned the question, but the rest of me was just a little surprised he even asked.

"It w-was b-boring." I shivered as a new wave of intense coldness went through the air.

"You look really cold." Edward looked at me, with concern deep in his green eyes. "Here."

H lifted his hand out of his coat and opened up his arms to me, while I watched him like he was crazy.

"I'm fine-" He cut me off, by pulling me closer to him.

"I know you're cold." He wrapped his arms around me, and I ran face forward into his chest, that vibrated with his chuckling.

"Hey." I whined looking up at his chin, and he peaked down at me. His green eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I much rather look down at you like this, when you're smiling." He smiled down at me. And like a fool, his words made the cold leave my body being replaced by only warm and fuzz. It made me sick.

"I'm warm now." I murmured looking up at him, dong the wrong thing and looking into those eyes.

"Me too." He murmured, seeming dazed although I wouldn't know why. "I can feel her."

"Hmm?" I tilted my head the slightest.

"The baby." He smiled, and just like that I was putty in his hands. My knees felt week, my heart began to ache in funny way, and all of a sudden tears were pooling in my eyes just waiting to leak down my cheek.. I let out a shaky breath.

"Her?" I asked in such a small voice, I almost sounded like Alice. He just smiled instead of answering and I could only smile back, fearing if I spoke I would choke. Maybe on my own words maybe on saliva? Point is I didn't do it I just smiled, hoping it would do him just as good at it did me. Not even when Alice assumed the baby was a boy was I filled with such joy. Why Edward? Why was it so important to hear it from him?

"Did I tell you, you look gorgeous today." He whispered.

"I think you mentioned something like that." I whispered, and we both were distracted by the line moving, but as I expected him to let me go so we could move, he only removed one hand from around me leaving the other one wrapped tightly around my shoulders. And I didn't say anything about. We got our tickets, but of course he hadn't told me what movie we were seeing.

"How the hell is Rocky 2 playing in theatres?" I almost screamed when I heard him get the tickets, while the girl, who's nametag read April, eyed him.

"Well its not, but at this theater yes." He nodded, and glanced down at me as he led me into the theatre.

"How?" I asked incredulously.

"Well lucky you there's a Rocky showing here this week. Did not realize we're not at the regular theatre?" He smirked.

"No I didn't." I looked around, and realized I had been so caught up in his presence I had no idea where we were. Was I really that unobservant?

"Bella." He laughed, and led me through the theater.

"How did you know that's what I wanted to see?" I eyed him and he gave me a squeeze.

"Alice." He smiled, and pulled me into the dark theater.

Edward didn't sit one seat away from me like I imagined he would instead he sat close to me, probably the closest he could get to me with the cup holder in the way, his arms never moving from around me, and I never complained, although with a boyfriend and all I really should have.

But something about it felt right, like it belonged, I begged myself not to build up some kind of hope, I prayed I wouldn't feel some kind of attachment by the end of tonight, but I wasn't doing very well with keeping my goal realistic. But it was hard, harder than I imagined.

Trying to avoid that he was so close to me was, well, unavoidable. It was impossible to not feel him glance at me ever so often when I would flinch because Rocky was hit, or when I cried when Rocky couldn't read the commercial cards. He even hugged me during that emotional part. And when the movie ended we sat there, as the theater emptied out, we just sat there.

"My dad use to do this with my mom." Edward said out of the blue, speaking for the first time since the movie started. I looked at him and then at the blank screen.

"What? This?" I turned my head to look at all the empty seats, then back into the devils green eyes.

"Yeah." And then I felt his arm remove itself from around me, and I looked to see Edward standing up. His eyes were sparkling with something, I couldn't quite put my finger on, so I called it excitement, just so I could feel satisfied with myself. I didn't stand with him instead I just stared curiously, and he watched me with the curiosity.

"Are you going to let me show you?" He tilted his head, giving me a lopsided grin. I just smiled back, and lifted myself off the seat with a little help from Edward.

"What now?" I giggled as I stood in front of him. He took my hand and suddenly we were running through the aisle and down the stairs to the front of the large screen. The rush and sudden burst of feelings had me giggling like a giddy fool, but Edward only chuckled with me, squeezing my hand as we raced down to the screen.

"What are we doing?" I laughed as we stood in front of each other.

"This." He lifted his hands to slip them under my waste, and I gently put my hands around his neck., and like on Q soft music they usually play before the movie starts began to play.

"I cant dance." I scoffed.

"Yes you can." He teased and began to sway me back and forth.

"Do you want to have broken toes?" I asked smiling as he stared deeply into my eyes as we swayed back and forth to the soft music. He just threw his head back and laughed.

"Its all in the leading." He chuckled softly, and pulled me as close as the baby bump would allow us.

"So you're dad took your mother to the movies to do this?" I did my best not to focus on killing the poor boys toes, and so far I was successful.

"Yep." He smiled wide.

"Why?"

"Well." He started with a sigh. "My father says 'a perfect date always ends with a dance'"

I could only smile at the look on Edward's face when he mentioned his father.

"My grandfather says that too, and now I have no other choice than to believe it. Is it working?" He teased.

"Who said this was a date Edward?" I poked his arm.

"I knew I should have been more careful with using that term for tonight's events." He chuckled.

"Did you dance with all your victims?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Good question. No. I do not dance with all my victims. Actually you would be the first. I tend to think I have to try much harder when it come to you, and I happen to say just a bit too much." He scowled playfully at me, while I was lost for words at his confession. He could be lying for all I know, and I don't know him too well. But I liked to pretend I didn't have those doubts at the moment, and just believe him.

"I'm flattered." I smiled wide, wider than I naturally should.

"That was the plan." He murmured and suddenly I wasn't just looking at him, I was staring into his great, deep green orbs, holding so much I didn't even know they could hold, almost as if I could drown, no melt in them. Just get sucked up into the green light ahead.

Like I could see into his soul.

A soul I never thought the devil had.

His head inched closer to mine, as my eyes flickered to his lips, about a billions time. Was this some magnetic attraction pulling us together, I sure couldn't feel myself moving, but surely I had to be moving as our lips inched closer and closer. My body heat rising, my cheeks burning, my heart beating that crazy speed it shouldn't, and my mind going a million miles per hour.

His cool breath brushed across my face and I breathed it in pulling him further. But once his lips were just slightly touching mine, like a soft tap, a gently nudge, the guilt I had pushed back , to the furthest corner of my mind, the guilt I had tucked away for another day cam rushing back, through my veins in my blood, in my breath and I vomited it all out.

"I have a boyfriend." I breathed, and he froze. The moment sad and lost. Would I ever get it back? He pulled back slowly, his face shown realization, maybe even pain, but the most was realization. I almost wanted to cry, maybe I would cry.

"Of course." He whispered.

"Edward-" He cut me off, with his finger to my lips, gentle and understanding.

"Of course." He whispered again.

A/N: So what do you think? Was it cheesy? oh and sorry for the Rocky obsession lol i have been watching that movie alot lately. What did you think of the Date?