Like I promised, here is the chapter that I had finished 10 days ago! :D It's sort of a filler, but we're nearing the end now. It's all happy goodness. Not to mention, I have about five billion stories I can update next, so no complaining! I'm off to feel sick now.
Chapter Fifteen: Pink and Blue
At seven months pregnant it was getting a little hard to get around. My belly, much to Edward's delight, was sticking out large and round in front of me everywhere I went. Alice and Rosalie had bought me so much maternity clothes, it was disgusting. Now, in the middle of June, it was sickeningly hot and I had to resort to light, poofy tanktops and flowing skirts, it was the only thing that could satisfy a pregnant me. I made sure the skirts had elastic waists too. Jeez.
Much to my delight, and Edward's embarrassment, we had discovered that I had been already two months pregnant when I had found out myself. The doctor seemed to think it was a honeymoon baby. I, however, would not stop teasing Edward.
"Do you know what this means?" I asked him slyly as we left the doctors' office. My parents had gone home the week before, and his were waiting to hear the news (they laughed, and rolled their eyes at their son, I'm sure thinking the same thing I was.)
"What does this mean," he said in a near deadpan as he held open the car door for me. I waited for him to get back inside.
"This means that you impregnated me sometime in December," I chuckled. Edward's cheeks were getting redder everytime I spoke to him. "That means that you must have been very happy to see me, since you only moved here in December." Edward sighed and shook his head at me, but I could see him laughing. He had to find it at least a little funny. A small smile curled at his lips and I turned with a huge grin to look out the window.
Of course, Edward taught me a lesson when we'd gotten home that time. He'd basically jumped me in the driveway, and I made no move to stop him. Proving his point that I was probably more the nymphomaniac in our relationship.
Back to the present, I had finished sitting with Alice and Rosalie on the beach in front of my house, soaking up the beautiful summer day before we headed to our favourite department store to wait for Jasper to bring the other two boys from work.
"Look at how cute these clothes are!" Alice and Rosalie cooed, holding up 3 month old sleepers. I aww'd with them before turning around to things I was certain of the colours for: bibs, burping pads, receiving blankets, various bath toys, toys in general. I couldn't get over how cute adult things made in miniature were, like socks. that had been by far my favourite thing to buy, socks. We had bought a couple of pretty neutral sleepers, some hats and Alice and Rosalie had been nonstop with the toys.
The baby shower had been only a week ago, and my friends had presented us with a gigantic crib, changing table, cute little dresser, and other decorative things for the baby's room. I'd nearly burst into tears. Edward was mad there was more pink than blue.
"Hello, my lover," he whispered goofily in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me, holding onto my stomach which kicked under his touch. He grinned madly when that happened, he was always so excited, knowing that there was a little person in me. I'd told him it was a bit creepy when he put it that way, and that he wouldn't think that in a couple months. We finished loading some more things into the basket I was carrying, he promptly pulled it from my hands to carry himself.
Alice came running up to me, holding a package of socks, that were just so tiny and cute she couldn't stop squealing. She, was five months pregnant, her stomach already beginning to show off beautifully. Rosalie was the only one off us who looked like she hadn't stuck a balloon up her shirt, but I knew that Emmett had been carrying around an engagement ring for a while. Alice insisted that Jasper buy the socks, and a tiny pair of shoes for her to squeal over for her remaining four months.
Edward and I had been keepin the gender of our baby a secret, wanting to wait until he or she was born to find out. Alice and Jasper hadn't fought about their baby's gender (our reason for secrecy) and knew that they were having a little boy. Her baby shower was next month, the two had already started planning the decor for the room.
When Rosalie had started designing our baby's room she asked what colour. While I blurted a pink, Edward shouted a blue.
"Since you two can't decide what you want to have, and everyone hates those gender neutral colours, I'm afraid I'm going to have to surprise you." I pouted and Edward chuckled at me. "Shut it, Bella," Rosalie shot back when I was about to protest. "If you won't let the doctor tell you what you're going to have, then I'm sorry, I'm going to do what I want." Afterwards, she shut Emmett and herself in the room for a week until it was finished.
And it was beautiful. The walls were white, with a curly, flowery mural spiraling up one wall. It wasn't too feminine, it was truly a work of art. She left the curtains as white lace, and after the baby shower she had arranged everything perfectly. I was stunned when she had gone so far as to install beautiful mahogany laminate flooring, topped with a soft white rug. My mother had sent up her ancient rocking chair which was sitting in the corner with beautiful cushions tied to it.
We paid for our things and each went our separate ways with our significant others.
"Anymore stops for the day?" Edward asked me, loosening the tie around his neck. He then rolled his eyes and turned into the bookstore next door, knowing that it would be my first response.
"See, there's a reason why I love you," I murmured with a grin when he helped me out of the car, then planted a kiss on his lips.
I hobbled ahead of him as fast as I could while he turned off the car. It didn't take long before I heard him behind me, laughing as he tried to catch up. He caught me around my waist and spun me around, kissing me (jfkdj;afsk AMAZING) in front of the door as I groped behind me for the handle. I could not get enough of him. His beautifully green eyes, his tousled hair, his... accent! Edward had been absolutely perfect to me since he'd gotten here, and seeing me carrying his child just made him even happier. Whenever I saw the brilliant smile across his face I couldn't help but grin back.
I made my way towards my favourite section of the store-- Fiction. Edward followed close behind, but his eyes wandered while mine had purpose, to get to those aisles. I stood there, my eyes raking over the titles and authors. the artwork of the covers to look for something of interest. I recognized the emblem of his publishing company and grinned to myself, picking up the book. I turned to the back, the acknowledgements. I let out a small laugh when I saw Emmett's name. Edward walked up behind me and wrapped one arm around me before lifting the book out of my hands and reading it.
"Pick out that one," he said, pointing to another book by his company while he replaced Emmett's on the shelf. I turned to the acknowledgements and laughed again when I saw that the author had thanked him profusely for his work.
"You seem to have a way with the writer ladies," I murmured. Edward smiled crookedly at me and kissed me lightly. While he looked over more book titles, I made my way down the shelves, glancing over them every now and then.
What really caught my eye, was that one corner of the store, painted in bright blues and yellows. I reached a shelf, the one at eye level and pulled out a thickly bound hardcover book. I smiled, glancing around at all the artwork displayed on the large covers. I felt arms wrap around me, hands splayed across the kicking in my stomach and a pair of lips at my ears.
"I knew it was only a matter of time before I found you here," he murmured, kissing my cheek softly. "I was wondering how long it would take you to discover this was here." I laughed and turned to face him, holding onto the covers of the book I opened it. A giant castle popped up from the pages, the intricate designs of the folded papers made my eyes widen and I smiled.
"I was always really impressed with pop up books," I said softly. Edward grinned at me over a pillar and moved my hands to close it. He leaned in and pressed his lips firmly to mine, holding the back of my neck to pull me closer. It was making my heart jump, the way he was kissing me, and how good it felt. My stomach was pressed against him, and as usual whenever he was around, the baby began to kick. As soon as he felt it Edward started to grin against my lips but kept the perfect rhythm. My knees grew weak and I clutched onto him for dear life. Just when it was becoming too much he slowed his pace and let me go, smiling beautifully at me as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
"You never cease to amaze me," he mumbled. I cocked an eyebrow.
"With my fascination with children's books?" I asked. He chuckled and shook his head.
"I just think you're amazing all the time. You're going to be a wonderful mother." I blushed. The fact that Edward said that made it sound so much better than when anyone else said it. My mother, my father, Edward's parents. They'd all told me the exact same things. But Edward, the Father of this child, was telling me that I would be wonderful, when I couldn't imagine anyone more perfect to take on the role of a parent.
"I love you," I told him, with all the feeling I had in me. Edward was staring into my eyes as I said it, and I smiled at him. The same expression mirrored on his face as his lips curled up and he pressed them to mine again.
We walked out of there with enough books to fill up the shelf I had been allowed in the baby's room. I was so happy on the way home I couldn't stop rubbing my large belly. Edward sang along with the radio, making my cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
I suppose we'll have to start stocking up on nappies and dummies soon," he said as he helped out of the car. I stood up straight and looked at him with I'm sure the most confused expression on my face.
"I'm sorry... what did you say?" Edward looked up at me, the bags in his hands.
"Nappies and dummies, we'll need to get some soon. It won't be long now," he turned up the walkway to our house where a postman was waiting with a large brown parcel at his feet.
"What in the world are nappies and dummies?" I hollered after him. Edward looked at me over his shoulder and then realisation dawned on his face.
"Oh, right you don't call them that. Um... diapers and pacifiers, I suppose," I rolled my eyes. Silly him and his being born across the ocean.
"I hate your language," I told him as I signed the paper shoved in front of me by the post man. Edward passed me a lighter bag and picked up the box, opening the door with his elbow.
"It's the same as yours, dear," he said with a laugh. "This is from your parents."
I giggled and hobbled up to the cupboard as he opened it, revealing an enormous amount of packaging peanuts. Sawyer, being the idiot he is, jumped onto the counter and promptly into the box, lying down and looking up at us with sleepy eyes.
"Get out!" I yelled, poking his side. He twitched. Edward bent down and to my dismay the cat began purring, hopping onto his shoulders. I glared at them before digging through the packaging.
"Aww..." I cooed, holding up a pink sleeper. Edward grimaced and stuck his hand into the box, pulling out a blue sleeper, a puppy stitched into the breast. He grinned and held it in front of him. I rolled my eyes and poked my hand back in.
"You know, if we can't decide on pink or blue we could always go for this," I murmured and pulled out the pale purple sleeper. Edward coughed and turned away from me as I pulled out more yellows and greens. "Purple is what pink and blue would make."
"My son isn't going to wear purple. Not even to bed," he insisted.
"You don't even know if you'll have a son!" I argued. He picked up a letter that was sticking from the packaging and glared playfully at me.
"Your Mum says that we can use at least half of these clothes now, and the rest when we have our second child,because she knows we'll have more." He looked up at me from underneath his lashes and grinned mischeviously. I gulped. Too attractive, he was.
"I think she'd be right in that assumption," I mumbled as Edward pushed down the flaps of the box and leaned in to me.
A couple more days and I'll have the next chapter up. I can't decide if I want to make it one chapter or two...
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