Sorry how long this took! I have a slight writer's block with this chapter, so its short.

BPOV

"Wow, that was fast," Edward said, somewhat dry. His eyes roamed over the both of us, our arms linked and nearly hugging each other. I could admit that I was still apprehensive about our making-up, because Alice could go and hurt me again, but I tried to put faith in her. In a few months I would be having her nephew. Sigh. Or niece.

"What can I say?" Alice said rhetorically. "We were meant for each other." She said it in a gushy voice, locking her arm around my neck and pulling me down the inch to her level, planting a chaste kiss on my cheek. I laughed, pushing her off me.

I smiled at Edward, willing him to loosen up a bit. But of course, he was better at holding grudges than me. All he did was stare, stare daggers at Alice or avert his eyes in some way. I frowned.

Alice seemed to take the hint.

"Well, I'm going to go see what Jasper's up to," she said causally, but somewhat awkwardly. "Catch cha later."

When she closed the door behind her I walked slowly over to Edward.

"Is it that bad?" I asked pleadingly. "You can't just be happy or something, instead of acting childish?"

Edward groaned, tossing himself back on the bed. "I'm not being childish, but I don't want to fight with you right now, either," he mumbled. "Can you leave so I can think?"

I tried not to feel too hurt. "If that's what you want..." I reluctantly complied, taking a step back. If he needed time I would give it to him.

"No, Bella, don't go." I just looked at him, and he beckoned me forward, toward the bed. "Come here," he confirmed.

"Listen, Edward, if you need to think...I'll just go." I paused. "Temporarily, of course."

"Of course," he echoed. But gestured for me come sit by him. I did but he pulled me onto his lap. "You know I love you, right?"

"Edward, that's the cheesiest thing to say. But yes, of course I know that." I turned my head to look over my shoulder at him. "And I love you too."

His hands were under my shirt. "And I love her, too."

"Movie night!" Alice shouted, waving the DVD in the air like a prize. I smiled at her slightly but cautiously. It was so long sense we last did our little movie night. I guess the tension was more of a bitch than we'd expected. We were all huddled in the living room again, Edward and I taking up the entire love seat and sending everyone else on the floor.

Slowly I was noticing a change in Rosalie's attitude. Though she would always be egotistical and rude, it was like an angel flew down from heaven and splashed "happiness" and "kindness" on her in her sleep. The one change that I noticed most was toward Emmett rather anyone else. She didn't just show him overdramatic affection, but love. It was weird enough to think of other people my age in love besides Edward and me, but now I was feeling like I was intruding on things. I knew from the beginning that they were in love but Rose never really showed love. More big ass and deep cleavage. I think Emmett was taking to the whole showing of the love thing too.

They were a dramatic couple. Kissing and touching every second they got. I tried to keep those types of things between Edward and I at bay because my brother was always around; I thought it awkward. But with the new addition I knew affection wasn't something most had to be concerned about.

Alice and Jasper were as...gushy-gushy as ever.

"And what's for tonight?" I asked.

"Well, because we all need a good laugh..." She stretched her arm over her head and waved the case back and forth.

Rosalie raised her eyebrows. "'The Hangover?'"

"Yesss!" Emmett hissed, pumping his fist in the air. I grinned at his idiocy.

As Alice started fixing up I leaned over the side of the couch to ensure that my bucket was there. Rolling back over on my side and so I felt Edward's chest against my back, tracing the cool plastic edge idly. Because we'd just had supper I was finding this was the point that I was more prone to vomiting. Well, that and everyone was munching on popcorn. It was just the sound...

I lurched over the bucket, gagging but nothing coming up. Everyone looked over at me instantly.

"Are you okay, Bella?" Edward whispered somewhere near my ear.

I nodded. "Yeah, nothing's coming up."

"Good to know," he laughed, and I could feel the vibrations through my own back. After about a minute of dry-heaving I finally resided back to my original spot when I was sure nothing was coming out. This was probably the worst thing about pregnancy so far. One second I could be feeling completely fine and happy, then the next I'm sick as a dog and vomiting everywhere.

The movie was getting to the point where the four guys were heading off the Vegas when I was slowly dozing off. The other pregnancy issue: fatigue. Sometimes it just came at the wrong time.

I gently rolled my left shoulder back to nudge Edward's chest. "Talk to me, I'm falling asleep," I mumbled.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked.

"Anything," I whispered back. His arm that was resting just under my breasts tightened, his fingers forming around the curve of my right one. I pressed back against him.

"But what if I don't want to talk?" Edward said huskily. He released that arm and his hand roamed further downward, pausing briefly on my flat stomach and continuing down.

My breath audibly caught when I felt him put pressure on the drawstrings of my sweatpants, but he tugged the strings loose and slid his hand in. I let out a heavy sigh as I felt him rubbing his palm across my mound. I pulled the blanket up further to cover my mouth, mask any sounds that could escape, but everyone seemed really absorbed in the movie.

Edward seemed pretty damn smug too, so I reached back and fingered the button of his jeans until it snapped open. I pushed my hand in, the inside silk of his boxers running against my hand as I fisted his forming erection. The angle was pretty bad but judging by the low moans in his throat, it was doing just fine. Edward's fingers gently parted my lips and dove his fingers in, going straight to dip deep inside me, to rubbing my clit in hard, tight circles. When he hit the sweet spot right on my clit I instantly propped my left leg up to offer myself completely to him.

Meanwhile, everyone stayed completely oblivious: laughing at all the funny parts and making me jump in anticipation.

My hand run up and down Edward's shaft, taking time to gently stroke his balls. He dug his face in my hair and growled when my nails raked up and down his shaft, along his balls and back up to the head. I shifted more onto my back to get a better view of Edward's expression, completely forgetting that we were in a room with other people, not to mention my own brother.

Edward's face was contorted in pleasure, ecstasy, the height of an approaching orgasm.

I let out a choked breath when he stuffed two fingers inside me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. My stomach started to ache, a mix of pleasure and fatigue and sickness. I was getting so close when he suddenly stopped.

You're a dead man. I turned around, angry at the loss I just received, when he gave me a dazzling grin.

"Let's go upstairs, Bella," he whispered, lowering his face down to mine, just barely ghosting his lips over mine.

I pursed my lips in a feign of thought. "Okay."

Lemon-ish feel... Sorry it was so short! But it's the writer's block. Maybe a load of reviews can fix that right up!

Only one way to find out....!