*drawled intake a air* I did get some very nice lovin' there. Well, let's see what Bella thinks of her asshole father.

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BPOV

"Edward?" I turned over in the bed to face him.

"Mmm?" he hummed, still sleeping.

I inhaled, holding it as I told him. "My dad wants me to move back home because my mom left him for her lover," I said in that one breath. I squeezed my eyes shut, just in plain confusion and worry of his reaction.

There was silence before he asked, "Are you going to leave me then?"

"No. I don't want to... After all, while my mom bitched and chewed me out, all he did was sit there like a statue and subject himself to it all. I don't know if I even want to forgive him, Edward. What do I do?" I asked helplessly.

Edward groaned, sitting up in bed, the sheet dropping to his clothed lap. "Whatever you want to do, Bella. I can give better advice when it isn't two in the morning and I have school tomorrow, though." He fell back and was back asleep in seconds. I frowned but knew I couldn't keep the poor kid awake day and night.

But I never fell asleep, instead I was bent over the toilet and puking the contents of an empty stomach. I mean, seriously, what is there to puke up without any food? Esme kept me home from school and took care of me; why couldn't she be my mother? Oh, yeah, that's right. That would mean Edward and I would have a incest relationship and that's just wrong.

I slept most the day away until I woke up at two-thirty and decided I really needed to talk to Esme. In my pyjamas I went downstairs to the sweet smell of cinnamon to see Esme on a baking-roll.

I planted myself on one of the stools.

"Afternoon, Bella, how are you feeling?" Esme asked, pulling the mittens off her hands.

"Sick," I admitted, "but much better than before, thanks."

"That's great." She kissed my forehead. "Your going to need to start to persevere through this, though, if you want to finish high school. Especially if your following Edward to college."

I sighed. "Can I talk to you, Esme?"

She sat down beside me and gestured for me to continue.

"I talked to my dad last night, when he called Edward's phone, and he said he wants me to move back home with him. My mom left with some lover-affair thing." I paused. "But I don't want to leave. I know I'm a burden to the family, but I love it here. Its just so...homey. I don't want to go back."

"Oh, Bella, you're the least of a burden. The boys are the burden." I laughed. "But what do you think is right? Do you think it's the right thing to do to move back home or is it better for you here?"

"I feel like there will be more stress at home," I admitted, "and I don't need stress. I want to say that its better for me here but I'm just naive to it. What do I do?"

Esme nodded. "What is best for the baby?" she asked softly.

I looked down. "I...I don't know." And then I just burst out crying.

Esme stood up and wrapped her arms around me, holding me when I sobbed. "W-what a...am I g-going to do?" I sobbed. "I-I don't even know wh-at's best for m-my own baby!" Had I really expected anything easier? Anything different from the pain of deciding things that would impact my future? She put up with the crying and continued to whisper "it'll be okay" to me. I'd long sense lost the meaning of "okay" when I'd conceived. I really, really needed Edward to tell me everything was okay.

Esme didn't know half our plans for college and things, and I knew Edward would know just the right things to say sense...well, sense its Edward.

"Thank you," I laughed, pulling away and wiping my eyes. Why was this happening? Wasn't it too early for hormonal changes?

"Oh, dear," she sighed, wiping the hair from my forehead and kissing my cheek. "I love you like you're my own child. Whatever choice you make, I know it will be the right one. Even if you don't think it is, you do know what your doing. You're a very bright girl, Bella." She smiled softly.

"Thanks," I repeated, smiling down at the floor.

She continued to bust around the kitchen. I didn't quite get the occasion for all the pies and cakes and little desserts I had no name for.

Finally, I couldn't take it. "Uh, Esme, what are you doing?" I asked, laughing.

She laughed louder, throwing her head back. "I was so bored this morning, after taking care of you, that I started looking through my grandmother's old cooking recipes and suddenly..." She looked around the room. "I have alllll this."

I grinned. "A lot of this looks really good," I commented. Though the taste was more in the sight for me with my flipping stomach, it did look damn good.

"Oh, I need more chocolate," Esme muttered, looking through cabinets. "I'm running to the store, Bella, when the kids get home don't let them touch ANY of it."

"Got it, Esme," I laughed. I lounged around on the couch and watched "House" for only twenty minutes before I heard a door slam. A few seconds later came the voices and then the front door.

Even after all these years I still got that excitement in my stomach when I thought of Edward. Or maybe I was still feeling that sickness. I looked up as Edward and Emmett came into the living room, laughing their asses off.

"What is that damn good smell?" Emmett asked, looking down at me.

"Touch any of it and die: Love Esme." I smirked as Emmett went to investigate in the kitchen.

Edward leaned over the back of the couch and gave me a majorly chaste kiss. "How you feeling?" he laughed, trying the pout of my lips.

"Mehh." I wrinkled my nose. "Puked a lot. Slept a lot. Ate very little."

"Then let's get you something, baby," he offered, stepping back. I sat up, groaning in exhaustion. My whole body was threatening to just shut down and leave me stranded. "C'mon Bella, you have to eat something. Anything, please?"

I managed to get off the couch and held his hand into the kitchen. Emmett was leaning over a lemon marang pie, waving his hands over and inhaling deeply.

"Emmett!" I shouted. He jumped almost doing a nose-dive into the pie. "Get away from it!"

"But its perfection! Do you smell that, bells? Shit, its like finally smelling heaven after being kicked through the goalposts of life."

I looked at Edward. "Is he high?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, stifling a laugh. "Seems that way, doesn't it?"

"Em, your mom'll kill you when she sees you sniffing her pie," I told him seriously, and as if to punctuate my statement, I heard another door slam outside. I grinned up at him as he backed against the counter. "Ooh, someone's gonna get it," I taunted.

The front door opened then closed, and Esme called out: "How was school?"

"Boring!" Emmett shouted, and I swore the cupboards shook.

Suddenly Edward lurked forward and stuck his finger in the foamy whipped-cream before sucking it off. He hummed, winking down at me. My first thoughts was a a bunch of dirty words and images, before I realized what he just did. "Edward!" I snapped, but couldn't even keep the damn smile from my face.

Before he could respond Esme came into the kitchen setting down a few bags. "There's a lot of work to be done, let's get to work. Everyone's helping," she said as she started unpacking one bag right beside the pie. But then she stopped and sighed. "Who dug into the pie?" she demanded.

"Emmett," Edward and I said in unison.

Emmett's eyes widened and he threw his arms up as Esme turned on her heel. Even though she wasn't as tall as her son by a far, she was just as menacing, especially when it came to her baked goods. "I didn't do it, Mom! It was Edward!"

"Then why is it two against one?" she asked.

An instant smile spread across my face. I really loved her.

"I...uh...but it wasn't me!" he whined.

She sighed. "Emmett, start mixing the chocolate for the chocolate pie now. Edward, start peeling and cutting apples for the apple crisp. Bella...sit there and look pretty." I laughed at loud, nodding at her.

I felt a breath at my ear. "Your good at that," Edward murmured, kissing right under my ear. I shivered as he went into the refrigerator.

Edward started to cut the apples, Emmett was mixing a huge bowl of chocolate and glancing over his shoulder at Esme before dipping his finger in. I decided against ratting him out. Esme started breaking out the pie shells and I started to worry.

"Can I do anything?" I asked.

"Nope. Just keep Edward in line." She grinned when Edward gave a mock appalled gasp.

"Mom, what's with all the baking?" Emmett finally asked, splattering chocolate on the front of his shirt, which he readily licked off. "Are we having a party?"

She looked at each one of us before finally landing on me. I smirked and raised my eyebrows, ready to hear the "bored" and watch both boys storm off.

"Your dad's having a going-away party Friday night for someone at work," she said slowly. "There are going to be a lot of people."

My eyebrows pulled together. "I thought you were just bored," I recalled.

"Boredom can't make all this," Edward snorted, looking at the desserts that literally almost completely filled the table. "How many people?"

Esme rubbed her forehead like she was thinking. "Well over a hundred. I don't know what he was thinking to be honest. Its going to be so loud and crowded in here."

"Kids allowed?" Emmett asked hopefully.

"Its kind of formal, Emmett. Not a let-your-hair-down-and-get-drunk thing."

Emmett and Esme continued to talk back and forth about the party, Emmett begging for an invitation for some friends, but Esme declined. Strictly Emmett, Edward, Alice and I, the only kids in the house. This reminded me about something I'd forgotten earlier.

"Where's Alice and Jasper?" I asked Edward as he finished cutting. He leaned on his forearms and yawned.

"I don't think I want to know what they're doing," he muttered. I nudged him, rolling my eyes. "He's at his friend's house or something."

I pursed my lips for a moment. "And where is this 'friend'?" I demanded.

"Bella," he said in a warning tone, "don't go all protective-little-sister on his ass."

Slouching forward, I frowned and pouted. How did he know that was exactly what I was going to do?

I don't know how I wrote this so fast...I don't get it. Aha, so Responsibilities will be updated in a few too, for those of you that care. Also I will be publishing a new story called "Behind the Camera". I just have to write it :S . Ah, and add my Author's Alert if your interested or check back in a few days.

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