Bla bla bla like the teacher from Charlie Brown would say.
Is not mine I swear, you know who everything belongs to so there is no necessity
to say the name.
Chapter 5:
"Bella. Bella, dear, wake up." The velvety voice in my ear was teasing, light and full of happiness. I would have smiled if I hadn't been so damned uncomfortable and tired. So, instead I groaned.
"Don't you know that it's bad luck to wake up a pregnant lady? You could end up losing a limb," I muttered, trying to fall back asleep before a small wave of nausea rolled over me. I moaned again, to which Edward chuckled.
"Bella, please don't do that. You know what it does to me, and seeing our situation right no, I don't think that there's anyway for me to get rid of it." His tone turned from teasing, to mocking. But I knew he didn't really mean to make it sound horrible. I was his pregnant fiancé and he loved me like hell. At least, he better for me to be put through all of this.
The day after Edward and I had eloped, my morning sickness had kicked in. And it was a major bitch. I hated waking up in the middle of the night, puking my guts out, waking up Edward in the process. He would be a sweetheart and hold my hair so it wouldn't get bile in it. When we went back to sleep, it was nearly impossible for me to fall asleep. I would slowly fall into unconsciousness, but only if Edward had his arms wrapped around me. Needless to say, I was usually cranky because I never got more than a few hours of sleep.
I knew that Edward was more than nervous. He wasn't very good at hiding his feelings. I could see doubt and fear in his eyes. When I had questioned him on it, he told me that he was afraid that he would be a horrible father. "What if it hates me? What would I do? I want to be a good father, but what if I'm not able to? What if I turn into one of those ignorant fathers who gives their kid what ever they want except love? What if I can't provide for you two in America?"
I would have laughed if he hadn't looked so frightened. I too had been having my own doubts, but it was so much easier to reassure him than myself. "Edward, do you want to be one of those fathers?"
He looked shocked that I would even have asked him that. "Of course not! I only want the best for all three of us. Mainly you two."
I smiled gently at him. He was more than perfect. "Then you won't. Edward, you'll be more than our child will ever have dreamed of. Don't worry about anything else. I'm sure that you will find the perfect job, so you can provide for our child, and they will grow up knowing that their father is a good man, who absolutely loves them. We won't ever want anyone else to be with us. Most definitely not Jacob. Just our Edward."
He gave me a genuine crooked smile. The one he knew made my knees weak, and my heart beat faster. "And I won't want anyone else but you, my dear sweet, beautiful Bella."
I knew that Edward still doubted himself somewhat, but wasn't that what parenting was about? Making mistakes and then making them better, so that your child was never hurt in the process? Even if it wasn't, we would make sure it happened. Hopefully, without too many mistakes.
Coming back to the present, my eyes fluttered open to see Edward leaning over and smiling at me. There were minimal bags under his eyes. Nothing like the ones under mine. "Wake up, my sleeping beauty. I want you to see our new house before you can fall asleep in our new room."
To come to the states, Edward and I had had to take a test. Becoming an Americans was almost as much of a bitch as the pregnancy. Almost. We had been living in a house that our new country had provided for us until we either had to flee the country, or we became official citizens. We had both been nervous when we were going to find out if we were going to come or go. We agreed that if one of us didn't make it, we would search for a different home.
England had been one of our options, but we were a little afraid that it was too close to Italy. Too close to our old home. England was another one, but America was one place that my father wouldn't think about looking. Europe would be turned upside-down in his search for me and Edward.
When we learned that we both were able to stay, Edward had been so excited. We had taken a flight away from the state that they called "New York," and moved to a different state named after their first president. Washington. The town we were in was small. Only about three miles around. We had spent the night in a much larger town next to it, Seattle. At least, I had. Edward had left much too early in the morning for me and had gone out and bought a house in the town, while I was sleeping off my stress of the past few days. Apparently it was in a good neighborhood, it was spacey, and it was perfect for raising our baby. In the town of Forks, we would make our home.
When we made a turn into the already thick forest, and I saw—if it was even possible—even more trees. "Edward? Are you sure you're going the right way? I'd really rather not get lost right now." Each passing tree just heightened my nerves.
"Yes, now where is that turn?" he mumbled to himself. "Ah, there it is." He turned down a small lane that I wouldn't have caught if he hadn't pointed it out.
The trees got thicker still. I was starting to think that it was impossible to have more trees. Maybe we were at the heart of the forest? Could it get denser? I just sighed and tried to burry myself deeper into the passenger seat.
The leather of Edward's new car's interior was so soft, and so perfect. Sure, it wasn't the softest bed in the world. Nor the most comfortable, but it was a wonderful car to have. Especially when you're Edward and you have a thing for silver Volvos.
After a few minutes I saw something I thought would be impossible from where we were at this moment. There was a bright burning light a few yards away from our car. From between the trees, I could faintly see a small clearing, and a flash of something else.
"Edward? Is that what I think it is?" It couldn't be. But as we pulled through the last bit of the trees, I couldn't deny it.
"Welcome home, love," Edward whispered in my ear, pulling up to the house and stopping the car. He turned it off, and was getting out, but it barely registered in my mind.
In front of me was the most beautiful, most gorgeous, and by far the largest house I have ever seen. It was—from what I could see—about three stories or more. It had a long wrap around porch with a porch swing hanging off to one side. In the front lawn, there was a sold sign, along with a quaint little stone well, with an old wooden bucket hanging from the rope. The front door looked like it was made of oak, and the whole house was painted a snow white color. There were many windows decorating the exterior of the house, which came as a surprise, seeing as the weather here was horrible and it looked like even the slightest bit of wind could knock off the panes and shutters. The house looked sturdy enough, and it was more than large enough to hold the three of us.
Suddenly, a thought came to my mind, and I felt myself swell with hope. Could this be a very subtle way of Edward telling me that he wanted more than just one child? He never did say that he wanted to settle for just one. Two, maybe three? I started to wonder just how many kids I was willing to have with Edward.
As many as possible, I decided. I wanted this house to be crawling with tons of miniature Edwards running around. The thought of a little boy or girl with Edward's soft bronze locks, daring green eyes, and lovely crooked-smile.
"Bella, love? Are you okay? Do you not like it?" His eyes filled with nerves. Not like it? Was he crazy and/or blind?! This house was perfect. More so. Could anything be more than perfect?
Glancing over at Edward, I realized that, yes. Yes, it could. My proof? The man that was so willing to become my love, my lover, a father, and my husband all in the span of a few. I felt tears forming in my eyes. Damn hormones. They were driving my mood swings to the brink of insanity. It was even worse than when I was on my period!
Edward's eyes grew wide, misinterpreting my feelings. "Oh, crap. You don't like it do you? I knew that I should have gotten a house closer to the town. But it thought that you might appreciate the quiet, and the forest. I guess I thought wrong. I'm sorry; I'll search for a different house. Maybe something that you—"
I didn't let him finish his sentence. I grabbed his face and kissed him as hard as I possibly could. When I finally pulled away, it was by a mere breath's width. "You get a different house, and sell this one, you die. I love it and no one and nothing will change my opinion."
His face grew into my smile. One corner of his lips rising just barely more than the other side. "Thank God. Because I already got you a house warming gift."
I pulled back further, giving him a questioning look. What could he possibly have given me? The house was enough. I was about to scold him for spoiling me too much, when a flash of black streaked across the pure whiteness of the house. I small tinkling bell rang in my ears as I carefully turned towards the porch.
Sitting on the tow-person swing hanging from the ceiling of the porch, there was a small black and white kitten, gazing up at me. Its wide blue eyes looked at me curiously. I gasped. The cat was almost as beautiful as the house. It appeared to be white with little black spots set in random places.
"Do you like this present, too?" Edward whispered in my ear. I was starting to think that he enjoyed doing that. I'm also pretty sure that that's the second time he's done that in the past few minutes.
I nodded my head in a daze. We had a house, a cat, a safe place away from any mentioning's of Mafia's guns or murders, and we had each other. All we needed was the baby.
When I voiced my thoughts to Edward, he smiled reassuringly at me. His arms snaked around my waist, his hands coming to rest lightly against my stomach, where a miniature Edward/Bella was growing. "It's all coming together. We will have our happily ever after, after all."
I gingerly picked up the cat, and tried to ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't help but feel like no matter what we did, would we really be able to have our happily ever after?
Shaking my head slightly, I knew that our future would be doomed if I thought like that. Distracting myself, I brought up a different subject. "Well, what she we call this cutie?" Bad feeling aside, I had to believe that Edward and I would get a positive result out of all of this. We most definitely would.
Right?
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