Finally I get this chapter out. I'm taking this whole weekend as a F.F.W. -- Fan Fiction Weekend. Maybe even the whole week, who knows. Anway, enjoy!

Nervously I pace around my room. My parents were due back any second now, why not be nervous? Apparently the business Rose and Emmett had to tend to was helping the business Alice and Jasper had to tend to, which was cleaning the house. Even on my standards they're job was fabulous and flawless. But I was still so on edge, would they know I didn't do it? My parents were precise people and they seemed to know everything, which shook me to the bone. Did that mean they'd know Edward and I finally lost it to each other? Would they know we christened our new sex lives over ten times?

Oh, who was I kidding, of course they would know! Even after the million times I ran through brush through my hair or scrubbed my body down, it didn't work. I still felt like I reeked (obviously in a good way though) sex. But I didn't have any more time.

The front door slammed and voices rose rapidly. I recognized my mom's knowing and matter-of-fact tone, mixed with Jasper's questions and my father's gruffer tone. It was my time for the entrance, my time to act like nothing happened. I exhaled, nearly hyperventilating rapidly, before turning off my light to face the music.

"Hey, Mom and Dad," I said as cheerfully as is possible. "How was your trip?"

"It wasn't much of a trip," my mom said firmly. "The only trip part was the shopping Esme and I did." She looked pointedly at the colourful bags at her feet.

I shrugged. "So you didn't have fun?" I checked.

My mom pushed past me while my dad gave me a kiss and headed upstairs with a bunch of bags. I followed her to the kitchen, readying myself for her inspection. She liked to be thorough and tough. Not tough-love, just though. Rude and commanding. I had to prepare for this. "Well, it was fine I guess," she dismissed the whole conversation before looking around the house. "I must say, Bella, you did a pretty good job. It could be better though. I mean, the vacuum marks on the carpet are poor. Have I taught you anything?" She wrinkled her nose as she opened the garbage and peeked in. "Oh my God, Bella. You didn't change the garbage." She sounded so disgusted. "You should know better. Ugh, God." She shook her head and her voice laced with annoyance and anger. "Go to your room, Bella. We'll call you down when we're going out for supper."

"We're going out for supper?" I asked, shocked, ignoring the fact I was probably grounded for not changing the garbage.

"Yes." She nodded. "Why, do you have a problem with that?" she asked icily, eyes narrowing at me like sometime was written on my forehead.

"Uh, no. Not at all," I stuttered.

"Good. Now to your room now," Mom hissed, waving me off with her hand. Immediately, she struck up a kind and sweet motherly conversation with Jasper. That was my mother. I wondered at times if she like hated me for a reason that I didn't know, or if she just liked Jasper better. Probably the last one.

Then my stomach churned at the next possibility. Did she hate me because of what she may know that happened between Edward and I? That was very unsettling, but I still headed upstairs as I was told. I do think my mom hated me because she made it seem that way with whatever she said. Once in my room I crashed on the bed after locking the door. The last thing I wanted were some unwanted visitors.

The worst part was the my mom never used to be like this. I mean, of course she occasionally had her stern and firm ways, but nothing like what she'd shown me through my teenage years. Never did he show this side of her in front of the Cullens, so I was always happy to go there where I wouldn't have to hear it. As much as I did love her, I wished she would go away. Sometimes I wondered if my life would be different without her, would I be happier? Would I actually have a chance in life if she wasn't my mother? I mean, who gets pissed over an unchanged garbage? As I said my mom is very strict, but the worst part was the fact she only acted like this in front of me. Never when we were around the Cullens, occasionally around Jasper and my dad. I think I was the least liked in the family.

Without further delay I picked up the cell phone on my bedside table and dialled the extremely familiar number.

He picked up on the second ring.

"Bella?"

My heart melted into my stomach. "Hey," I said quietly and sullen.

"What's wrong?" Edward asked softly. That – his gentle way of speaking when he knew I was not having a good day – made me realize I had tears in my eyes.

I sniffed, which pretty much gave it away. "My mom," I replied hoarsely, buying my face in my pillow. "She's mad at me for not changing to garbage." And to my surprise Edward laughed. I scowled. "Its not funny! I might be grounded."

"I'm sorry, but who gets mad over that?" Edward laughed again and I heard him shuffle something.

Then as I got an idea I said, "What are you doing right now?"

"Uh, sitting here and watching TV," he said slowly and skeptically. "Why?"

Even though he couldn't see me I shrugged. "I'm about to be put through the torture of a family dinner out," I grumbled. A family dinner was usually bad enough, but one in public was bound to be worse. Most dinners ended in big arguments, cursing and yelling. My mom had to love starting things like that because she always got everyone fired up. I couldn't even picture it in a public place where everyone would see our family issues.

There was a smile in Edward's voice when he spoke. "I know."

I sat up in my bed and rubbed my face. "How do you know?" I asked skeptically.

"Because my family's going too."

This immediately brightened my mood. "Really?" I almost squealed with excitement. I hadn't gotten to see Edward in hours now, and that was just too long.

"I'm serious." The smile was growing. "We're all going to be there."

Before I could gush like a child how excited I was to see him my mom yelled from downstairs. "Bella, we're leaving in a few minutes. Get ready!" It was possible I would have yelled back I didn't want to go and sulked into my bed, but now that I knew Edward – oh, and his family – was going to be there, I wouldn't be so sad. After last weekend there I was no way he would not brighten my mood.

"I have to go, but I'll see you soon." I bit my lip to hold back the squeal of excitement. "I love you."

"I love you, too, baby." I felt lost when we hung up, but I had to get ready.

I slipped into a clingy dark navy dress made of soft cotton – an Alice item – and a pair of knee-high black heeled boots. Quickly I fluffed my hair up as my dad called to me this time – in away sweeter voice then my mother had – and applied a little mascara and lip gloss. Just as I about to finish Jasper walked in my door (I had unlocked it while getting ready).

"Uh, knock," I snapped matter-of-factly.

"Sorry," he apologized with a shrug. "Uh, I have to talk to you."

My eyes shifted from the boot I was fixing to his face. He looked worried and his voice sounded the part too. "Jasper, what's wrong?" I eyes widened and the hand dropped. Oh God, this couldn't be good. "Is everything okay?"

He looked away, biting his lip. "I think Alice is pregnant."

"What?!" I shrieked, jumping up from my bed. "Are you sure?" Alice? Pregnant? Oh my God! "Jasper, answer me!"

"I don't know," he practically whined. "She thinks she is, but we're not sure." I could tell he was devastated and very worried.

A gasp escaped my mouth. Was that why he didn't want me having sex with Edward, because of Alice possibly being pregnant? She hadn't acted any different. Oh my God, what would our parents think? What are they going to think? It's a freaking baby! I looked at Jasper's sullen face. He didn't look like a father by an means. If he wanted me to be careful, why weren't they? I could never fathom that happening to me, so in a way I was happy Jasper gave me a warning, but now they could be having a baby!

"What are you going to do?" I whispered, sitting on bed beside him.

"Alice said she was going to do a pregnancy test and tell me tonight," he mumbled, his face falling into his hands. "How could we be so careless?"

"Its called a condom," I laughed halfheartedly.

Jasper cracked a smile. "Yeah, I'll remember that." He looked at the open door. "There's only one way to figure this out."

I exhaled, keeping my inner raging emotions inside. "I know. Let's go and see if your going to be a daddy."

I was just glad this was not happening to me.

Ohh, now who was expecting that? I know I wasn't, but it just came to me so I thought I'd roll with it. Thank you to all people that have added this story to Favs and Alerts (there have been a lot!) Thanks to over-one thousand hits I have had on this story alone. It makes me so excited! Review!

-Mickey!