You all can see Bella's progression in her pregnancy right now, so you should be able to tell that this isn't going o be any short story. The chapters will be getting longer possibly and I think we're looking at a 40 chapter story, maybe more.

BPOV

"Bella...shake...Bella...shake...Bella, get the fuck up!"

I moaned and rolled to the side, pulling the blankets over my head. Though I knew it was way past noon and past the time that I should have been somewhat vertical, I was tired after I'd put myself back down. I didn't want to wake up. But some idiot was shaking the hell out of me, probably about to cause me some serious brain damage.

"What?" I drawled groggily into my pillow.

"Get up is what."

"Edward, what the fuck do you want?" I snapped, pushing myself up to sit. A dizziness overtook me and I settled back down in bed. Edward sat on the bed, legs crossed and looking worn down. I sat up again, slowly gaining my sense of the world.

"Afternoon, baby," he said sweetly, cocking his head to the side and smiling innocently. The hangover was evident in his eyes.

I fought the smile that wanted to edge its way on my lips. "So now your awake," I murmured throatily.

"Yeah, just woke up," he yawned, stretching his arms above his head. "Though I have a bit of a hangover, I do remember fighting with you last night and a certain someone waking me up this morning. Care to explain it all? My memory's a bit foggy."

My face fell into a scowl while I watched him. "How much did you drink?" I asked hesitantly.

"Clearly too much," he mumbled. "Uh, no, I had a lot. It was a fun party, Bella." He smiled cockily.

Whatever was different this time was a mystery to me, but I didn't like seeing this side of Edward. The hung-over one. Sure we had a fight and all last night, and he'd walked away from me to the party, but he didn't need to get so delusional drunk. This was uncalled for. He should have known, if I can't drink, he can't drink. We should have been on the same boat. I wondered what else he did last night besides drink.

"Fuck, Bella, I'm just kidding!" He laughed. "I came to say sorry!"

"I thought you didn't remember, Edward," I replied dryly.

"I do, I was just kidding!" he repeated, smiling widely and happily. Did he see how serious this is? "I'm sorry I got at you for it all, but you have to admit that you were being a bit of a hard-ass."

"Your right – you shouldn't have got at me for it. And I have nothing to admit, asshole."

His eyes widened, but he didn't seem upset in the least. "Oooh, someone's not having a good day!" he cooed, tapping my nose delicately with his index finger.

I scowled at him and slapped his hand away.

"Stop being such a drunk!" I snapped. "Your acting like a total bastard! After last night, do you really think I want to deal with your shit?"

Shaking my head I jumped up from the bed and left him there, going for the bathroom. With my strong facade I didn't want to lurch forward and vomit in the toilet, where he would then comfort me and we'd talk about our future and I wouldn't be angry anymore. I needed to stay angry enough to give him hell.

My hands braced against the counter and I arched my body backward, stretching and releasing my anger. I looked up and met Edward's eyes in the mirror.

"Would you go away?" I snapped.

"Nope." He leaned against the doorframe.

I turned to him sharply. "Who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend? This is just getting so pathetic."

"Bella, seriously, I thought you were done being a bitch." He whined. He practically whined!

I shook my head, trying not to cry, but the wetness was piling up. "What is wrong with you? God, Edward, you know I'm pregnant!"

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face and then through his hair. "I'm sorry." His voice was quiet, deflated.

"And you—what? Did you just apologize?" I said lamely.

"You've heard me do it before," he said dryly. "And yeah, I did." He sighed, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor and pulling his knees up to his chin. He looked like a sad child. "I'm sorry," he repeated.

I also sighed and leaned against the counter. "You know, Edward, it was a really dumb fight."

"Yeah, I guess it was," he admitted reluctantly, scratching his head. "Definitely wasn't that big of a deal."

I nodded in agreement. "Are you sure you're still not mad?" I asked weakly. "At me, I mean."

He shook his head, smiling slightly. "No," he said quietly. "You?"

"I'm still a little mad," I mumbled, picking at the hem of my shirt. My anger was slowly dissolving but there was still a little bit there. "Sorry," I added sheepishly.

Edward shrugged. "You've never been one to hold grudges, so I'm not too concerned."

Narrowing my eyes at him I said, "There are a million other things I could do to you that would be as effective, if not more, as a grudge. Thank. You. Very. Much."

He broke out into a smile at the attitude my words had. "I love you," he said, his smile widening.

"I love you, too." I walked away from the counter and he moved his legs down as I sat in his lap. Edward's arms curled around me, capturing me close.

We sat in silence, our breathing matching each other's. The thoughts I had last night replayed in my head and I wondered if I should bring it up. I shifted in between his legs uncomfortably, thinking it through. What's the worst that could happen?

"Hey, Edward?"

"Yeah." His face pressed into my neck, his breath bathing my skin.

"Are we going to get our own place?" I asked curiously. I held my breath, preparing for the letdown. Edward shifted underneath me, clearing his throat a few times – the classic sign of his discomfort. I hurried to continue. "Look, I didn't mean to just bring it up really, um, fast, but its just been on my mind, but it...uh, it doesn't mean me have to..."

He laughed, "Bella. Shh. Calm down. Breath." I made a show of taking a deep breath. "So you want to move?" he asked reasonably, sounding like he was actually considering this.

"Yes," I said carefully, turning my head to look up at him.

"If its what you want..." He shrugged like it didn't matter.

My mouth dropped and I pushed away from him, turning on my butt on the tiles to face him. "Are you serious? You're just going to agree to it?" I demanded in surprise and bewilderment.

"Of course." His tone implied this should have been obvious. "Bella, I've been thinking about it too lately. I'm just glad you brought it up." I stared at him. "Earth to Bella." He waved a hand in front of my face. "If you want it so bad, why are you asking questions? Bella, we already talked about this: don't question, just accept."

"So, your just going to say yes to moving out on our own without thinking twice?"

"I've thought a lot about it. I have it all figured out."

I stared at him, surprised and calculating. I should have known they he had been thinking about something like our future. "So when have you decided?" I wondered.

"We'll move after graduation, but find a place in a few months. Just to be ready," he shrugged. I nodded in understanding, my hand going to my stomach. Though I'd been doing that a lot lately it still felt weird. Like when I was little and I used to pretend I was pregnant with a baby, which just so happened to be one of my dolls.

Edward's hand joined mine. We sat for a few minutes basking in the feel of the little creature me made.

I'm so glad I could update this! What'd you think?

-SeraphimXOX