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EPOV

I didn't believe her for one second, but I also wasn't about to push her. How could she not want to go to college? I knew Bella had wanted to, and I did expect her to tell me the absolute truth about everything, but I knew she was lying.

She wouldn't admit it. Bella never admits it when she's wrong. So what was the point in pushed her on it? I would do everything I could if she wanted to go to college as soon as the baby was old enough that she would feel comfortable leaving it with someone, but she wouldn't even admit to going at all. I couldn't help but think that maybe this baby was what was keeping her form what she wanted to do. That would equal that its my fault.

Bella's panting slowed, her face flush from her release as I crashed down beside her. Her hands threaded through my hair, lightly brushing over my scalp a few times. I groaned as I nuzzled my face in her neck.

"I love you," I mumbled, feeling a wave of fatigue.

"I love you, too, baby," she giggled, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "So much for the no-sex rule," she commented, her giggles becoming more pronounced. I had to laugh with her.

Nodding, I said, "Hopefully no one rats us out."

"Nah, we can nail Rose and Emmett for doing it too. God knows they will be up all night." We both groaned as we anticipated what that would be like, having to hear them all night and all day.

"Yeah, because Emmett will be nailing Rose!"

She smiled. "Obviously." Her hand travelled down to rest over her bare stomach and I set mine over her's, smiling. "Edward?"

"Hmm?"

"What do you really want?" Bella asked. "Like, if your life depended on it, which one? Boy or girl?"

I really had to think about that. I don't think it was a matter of what I wanted but what I preferred. "Well, I want a girl, but I think a boy will be so much easier. If my life depends on it, it's a girl hands down."

"What's so bad about having a boy? Its what I want." I could almost hear the pout in her words.

Letting out a gust of air, I replied, "There's nothing wrong, I just want a girl."

"Okay, but why do you want a girl?" she asked. What was this, twenty questions? "They have all that princess stuff and the periods and all that girly, feminine stuff. That's what you want? Finding twice as many tampons in the garbage?"

Though I could tell she was teasing me, I didn't like that idea. At all. In fact, it made me almost sick to my stomach. I mean, it was bad enough to see the tampons before use, and after's a whole different story, but seeing Bella's in the past had been bad enough. But enough to change my vote?

Hell no.

"I can do it, so long as you pop me out a baby girl." We both laughed and I could see the blush covering her cheeks at my statement. I grinned at her mockingly, running my free hand over her warm cheek.

"No," she replied sharply. "I am popping out a little baby boy named...uh, named..." A look of concentration crossed her face as she thought of what to add. I smirked at her, gloatingly. "Well, I'll figure it out," Bella shrugged. "But nonetheless, it's a boy and your just gonna have to wait until I feel like having a girl or your gonna have to go somewhere else."

I raised an eyebrow. "Somewhere else?" I challenged.

"Okay, I didn't mean that," Bella said quickly, not even flustered at what she implied. "Your gonna have to wait until next time." Oh, so she wants another baby after this one?

"So you want to be my baby momma again, eh?"

Bella laughed, pushing me away from her playfully, but rolling on top of me immediately. She tapped my chest with her finger as she started at me, still giggling. Placing my hands on her back I slowly moved them down until I cupped her ass and squeezed. She squealed, ducking her face into my chest and kicking her legs. Sometimes she could be such a girl. And I wanted to know if my daughter would have the same attitude.

My hands travelled down to the backs of her thighs and brought both of them up, forced her to bend them on either side of my thighs so she was straddling me. Her bare chest was still pressed against mine and as I pulled her face to mine, her breasts rubbed against mine. I was literally hard in seconds, and I hoped she knew that it was all for her.

And then it happened.

BPOV

There was a loud rough knock on the door, just as I was so ready to take this further. I knew it was either Emmett or Jasper.

"Hold on!" I shouted, my voice strained. I rolled off of Edward and we both jumped under the blankets. There really was no point in fully covering up because it was no secret what we'd just did or planned to do again and again. I pulled the sheets up to my chin to cover everything while Edward was pretty bare. There was another knock before I granted them entrance.

The door open and Emmett walked in, his eyes closed as he held his arms out in front of him. What was he, a blind man?

"Emmett, we're covered," I snapped. "What the hell do you want?"

His eyes opened and a cocky grin replaced his face. "Well I was just wondering if you two plan on coming out of hibernation? People keep asking where you guys are."

"Why?" Edward asked cautiously.

"Actually," he scratched the back of his head, "people are bringing gifts."

I shot up from the bed, nearly letting everything fallout from my abrupt movement. "What?" I snapped.

"A few kids from school brought you baby stuff."

"You can't be serious!" Edward gasped.

"For Christ's sake, it true!" Emmett exploded. "A lot of people bought gifts for the baby. I'm not even joking. Their all looking for you too. Like Angela, Mike, Eric, Whitney, Anna, even Jessica! Fucking Jessica! They've all brought shit, so get your asses down there and don't look like sex-crazy maniacs." Emmett turned and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Edward and I were silent until I turned to him and said, "I thought you locked the door."

"I did too." He shrugged. "Well, I really didn't expect that."

"I know. Remember all that shit Jessica said to me, and everything everyone has said about me?" I asked, and he nodded. "Why the hell are they bringing gifts?"

"Can't you just appreciate it?" Edward asked gently, obviously trying not to hurt my feelings but trying to get the message across.

I sighed, playing with the blanket that covered my body. It didn't feel right to accept gifts from people who had been so rude to me about my pregnancy. Well, it hadn't been so bad later in the week, but it seemed kind of awkward. People had seen me run from classes or the cafeteria to vomit up everything.

Shaking my head, I said, "But I don't think I really can. Its just...it doesn't seem right."

"Baby, when someone offers you something, don't hesitate to take it," he laughed.

"You know I'm not that kind of person, Edward," I objected. "I just...can't."

"Bella, please," he begged, tugging on my arm. "Don't be such an ungrateful person."

The word surprised me. "Ungrateful?"

"Yes."

"I am not!" I snapped. "The last thing I am is ungrateful. I'm apprehensive."

"Well, don't be! I promise no clowns will jump out at you. God, Bella, I'm not asking you or donate a lung."

"Well, you might as well be!

"Bella, your so impossible," Edward said as he jumped out of bed and started dressing. Of course he was never one to miss a party, and neither was I, but in the condition I was I doubted that I could stand to dance and move and drink...Well, I couldn't drink. I couldn't be around people that could because it wasn't fair.

Wait, we were fighting? Were we actually fighting about this shit? It was a dumb topic for us to bicker about, but I didn't want to accept gifts from people who hadn't taken to kindly to anything about me. Especially Jessica. I couldn't even fathom what would have brought on that kind of emotion or generosity from her. I mean, bitch didn't even begin to describe her. It was nearly impossible that she had a soft side. What was so wrong that I knew I couldn't trust her?

"I'm not impossible," I objected. "I'm being reasonable. Why's that so bad?"

"Because your being so fucking unbearable!" he snapped. Actually, he yelled.

"Don't you swear at me!" I screamed back, sitting up and holding the sheet over my body. "Your overreacting!"

He shook his head as he pulled on a T-shirt – which looked soooo hot as it clung to his chest, by the way. "No I'm not." He turned around and headed for the door, slamming it behind him.

I stared after him, gaping at his attitude. How could he act so ill-mannered to me. What had I done? Merely taken precautions from the people I knew have never meant well? Ohh, big crime there.

Ignoring the urge to go after him and yell like hell at him, I slowly got out of bed and started toward the bathroom. I'd always loved the Jacuzzi bath Edward had in his bathroom, and it was times like this that I could really use it. I ran the bath, maybe a little too hot for my liking, but it was somewhat soothing. It zapped my thoughts and surprisingly cooled my rage.

And I'd need all that relief I could get if I wanted to keep my negative emotions under control before I snapped at the wrong people. Or person.

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