A pretty short chapter, I know, but there's meaning to it!

BPOV

Vomiting can really kill a mood and turn off both people, so I tried to take my mind off that little downfall of pregnancy as I laid in bed with Edward. Music blasted from downstairs, nearly shaking the ground underneath us, mixed with many high voices and laughs. Alice's party had been in full swing for a good half hour now and Edward and I had been hiding out in his room, door significantly locked. I'd made a quick visit to see my brother, where we talked about my parents and how I was doing. I'd seen Jasper a lot during my week's stay at the Cullens, so I wasn't missing any of my time with him.

The act my parents didn't miss me was sickening; it hurt me to know they didn't care enough to wonder what was going on with me and my baby. They would miss out on so much and they didn't seem to care in the slightest sense. I tried not to let on to how much that hurt, but I tried not to think about it.

Edward's hand caressed my bare hip as he pulled me to him, massaging my lips with his. I giggled at his eagerness, pushing against his chest to get him to loosen the hold on me and let me breath. Reluctantly he pulled his lisp from mine and placed two chaste kisses on my lips.

Grinning at him, I reached down to rub my hand over the slight bulge in his jeans. He smiled, unashamed. "You know," I teased, "I'm a little worried about how easily turned on you are."

He laughed as he nuzzled my neck softly, blowing warm air over my soft skin. "You're the only one that turns me on," he whispered earnestly. I ran my hands up and down the expanse of his hard, bare chest.

"Should I be flattered?" I asked curiously.

"Hell yeah," he laughed.

I laughed once. "Okay, why don't you get off of me and put in the movie I brought?" I suggested, sitting up beside him to slip his shirt over my nearly bare body. During our time of fooling around, he'd slipped off all my clothes but my bra and panties. He was only in his jeans.

"Because your making me watch P.S. I Love You?" he suggested. But I gave him the you-better-do-it look, which made him stand up immediately. My scowl slipped into a smile when he made his way to set up the movie.

I knew I would cry during this movie but it was a personal favourite. I loved the whole concept of it, though; to me, it was a beautiful, emotionally perfect movie.

Edward crawled back into bed with me, slipping the blankets over us and wrapping his arms around me. In the beginning I'd been so worried about Edward accepting both me and a baby, but his change in attitude had been so dramatic that I couldn't be slightly concerned. He treated us like we meant the world to him – and I was beginning to think that we were just that. Lately he'd been offering his love to both me and out baby, but it wasn't like he said "you are the world to me." I guess he kind of said it much more subtly.

Just like I'd said, I cried. And naturally Edward objected to my tears, not understanding what was so sad until I put it in different contexts, and it was us and not them who were being torn apart. He didn't say another thing throughout the movie. I kind of felt bad for what I said, because maybe it was harsh, and I knew I had to apologize for how blunt I had been about it.

As the movie came to a closing and I sniffled, wiping my nose and eyes as I turned in his arms. His face was blank as he watched the credits running over the screen.

"Edward?" I whispered, watching his face. Could he be that mad? "Hey, Edward," I tried again. "What's wrong?"

His head snapped back to look at me as his green eyes finally focused. It was like he hadn't actually seen me. "I...I'm sorry, what?"

I felt my eyebrows pull together in confusion. "What's wrong?" I asked quietly, worried. What would have him so distracted?

"Bella, I..." he started, but stopped. His eyes dropped, like he couldn't stand to look at me. "Bella, I love you," he said quickly.

His mouth was on mine too fast for me to respond to his unusual statement as his arms wrapped around me, his body pressing to mine. I rolled further onto my back, weaving my fingers through that gorgeous hair of his. I wondered if this movie had provoked this from him. Not that I was at all complaining...

Edward's hands wandered down to my panties, playing with the silky lace that covered me. Instead his hand travelled down my leg, trailing a line of goose bumps until he reached my calf and hitched my leg up on his hip. His tongue probed my mouth roughly as his arousal pressed into my stomach. I felt that familiar heat in the pit of my stomach as I rolled over on top of him, pulling my lips from his and attached mine to his neck. I sucked on his skin as hard as I could, drawling a moan from deep inside his throat.

My hands pressed to either side of his head as I pressed my hips against his, grinding into his erection as I continued to suck. I pressed open-mouth kisses along his jaw as I slowed the rest of my body's movements. His breathing was laboured, his chest brushing mine with each intake of air. I gave him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling back and sitting on his stomach.

He just stared at me blankly. After a few moments it started to get uncomfortable and I shifted my weight from one knee to the other.

"Edward?" I asked quietly, not wanting to break the thick atmosphere.

Snapping from his daze, he shook his head, grinning. "Yeah, sorry," he quickly apologized. A hand ran through my hair softly, smoothing down my back. "I love you."

I laughed once. "I love you, too," I said, kissing his nose quickly. I smiled down at him again, laughing yet again at his stunned expression. "Are you okay?"

"I don't really know," he admitted. I gave him a confused look, laughing once, confused. "Can I ask you something?" Edward asked.

I nodded, tracing my finger over his eyebrows to smooth the creases of thought. "Yeah, what it is?" I asked.

He sighed, debating on whether or not to actually speak. I could see it all over his face as he ran his hand up and down my bare thigh. "Do you want to go to college, Bella?" he questioned softly, curiosity ringing in the words.

Shifting, I looked down at his chest, his hand on my leg, anywhere but his face. "I...I don't know, why?"

"Well, I've been really thinking and all, Bella, and I know what I want to do, but I don't know what you want." He paused, taking the hand from my leg to capture my chin in his fingers. "We can't make all these decisions if you don't tell me what we want to do or what you want."

"Oh." I'd never thought about us having to talk about this because it'd never even crossed my mind. "Well," I struggled, "what do you really want to do?"

He shook his head. "No. I want to know what you want, Bella."

"But I don't want to ruin what you want, Edward," I told him. "You want to be a doctor, I know that, but what college? What university? I'll work around and with what you want. I know this is your dream and not going to let myself, or the baby, get in the way of that. Tell me," I insisted, earnestly. "I need to know."

"You first."

I sighed. Sense we were little, Edward knew I wanted a journalism career. He knew my passion, he knew what I was good at, and we'd made the promise to follow each other to wherever we wanted to go for college. But that had to be sorted out because of the baby on the way. "Edward, I'm perfectly fine with staying home with the baby, okay? I am perfectly content with not going to college right away," I told him truthfully. "I'll go wherever you go."

"Bella, that can't be what you want," he objected.

"But it is," I disagreed, raising my voice when he tried to talk over me again. "Being a stay-at-home mom wasn't my first choice five years ago, but now that its an immediate option...Edward, I don't want to leave my baby alone with some stranger, even if I do trust them. If I want to go back to college later on, I will. Just when he's older." To lighten his mood I threw in the reference to our baby's sex, and he broke out into a huge grin.

"For the last time, Bella, it's a girl!" he laughed. I gigged, shaking my head from side to side. "You'll see soon," he added much quieter, running a hand through my hair gently. "So you really don't want to go to college?" I nodded. "And you really just want to stay home with the baby?"

"Its what I want."

"And I always give you want."

I grinned like a total fool. "I hope so." Cupping his face in my hands, I brought my lips down to his and kissed him gently. It expressed my feelings for him, it reassured that I wasn't just lying that I all I wanted to do was be a stay-at-home mom. I had no problem with it. And he shouldn't either.

"Let me guess, there's something you want right now?" Edward asked, a smirk firmly on his face. His hand moved around my hip to cup my butt.

My smile widened, more seductive now. "Absolutely."

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