He he, as always, thank you to reviews. HSBxoxo95, my mouth watered too with those desserts ;) Mostly because I was thinking dirty thoughts...
And I should make you all aware of this: I have a viral illness, and no I'm not telling you this so you can be careful and not catch it through a damn screen; I just need you to bear with me through plot, grammar, length and so on. I'm trying to do my best here all hyped up on codeine and orange Gatorade.
Okay, I posted the above paragraph about two weeks ago, I'm better now, but I just don't feel like erasing it, just so you guys know...
BPOV
"Uh, Emmett," Esme groaned, "go change. You're a mess for baking!" Emmett glanced down with a devious grin at his dirty T-shirt before shocking out of the kitchen. "Some children..." Esme muttered, taking over the chocolate mixing. "Well, now that he's gone, I need to talk to you both quickly."
I bit my lip. "Mhmm?"
"So I see you two are sharing a room now?" Esme looked up, quirking an eyebrow at both of us. Edward laughed straight out. "Something wrong with the guest room, Bella?"
Before I could speak, Edward spoke up like the idiot he is. "Yeah, it doesn't have me."
She looked pointedly at me.
"Its just more...comfortable being with someone else," I muttered, gaining a new fascination with with the tiled island.
"The door stays open then, at all times. And I don't mean ajar, wide open. All right?"
I nodded while Edward continued his prodding. "Even at night? It'll let all the sound—"
"Especially at night," Esme told him sternly. "I understand the seed has been planted and all, and now we have a baby on the way, but that doesn't give you two the right to frolic around on Edward's bed. Are we clear?" She looked between the both of us, daring us to contradict her. I nodded, my face heated with embarrassment of talking about Edward and I having sex.
When everything was either chilling in the fridge, cooking in the oven, simmering on the stove, or just covered up on the table, I grabbed a box of crackers and found my way back onto the couch. Edward objected to my food choice but I told him that unless he wanted food vomited on him, he would shut up. So he did just that. By the time Emmett emerged from upstairs, he was glad that everything was done and sat himself on the floor before turning his video games on.
When I saw Edward's excitement, I decided not to complain.
While I chewed on on my cheesy-salty crackers, I took it upon myself to make fun of whichever one lost. Edward lost first and then it was Emmett twice, and with a close-call, Edward again. Soon I just lost track and counted the little dots of salt on my crackers. Sixty-three on five. Impressive. I continued to count until the numbers started closing in on four digit ones and I heard a laughter too distinctive to not look up at.
Apparently I was counting out loud and it was pretty damn funny to the Cullen brothers.
"Oh, shut up! What else am I supposed to do while you idiots play video games?" I snapped, throwing the cracker I was working on – nine hundred and ninety-three – back in the box, tossing them on the table. "I'm sorry I'm not too concerned who wins the race!"
Emmett's eyes widened. "Holy damn, spaz attack!" He nudged Edward's ribs. "Keep control of your baby momma before I knock her one."
"You can't hit a pregnant woman. Duh, asshole."
"There's no witnesses!"
"The fuck there aren't! You can't even hit a girl," I said smugly. Wow, I really started to warm up to the idea of being pregnant.
"Damnit, you guys, shut up!" Edward covered his ears and fell back on the floor. Emmett rolled his eyes before swinging his elbow down to hit Edward in the stomach. My mouth gaped as Emmett laughed and Edward yelped, coughing to probably cover the pain.
They started fighting on the carpeted floor, Mario and friends forgotten, and throwing childish insults around. I had to smile. Edward fully believed in the baby being a girl while I believed in a boy, but I was beginning to think Edward could really use a little boy. I saw him, thirty years from now and the spitting image of Carlisle, and erasing Emmett from the picture, you could almost see the future in front of your eyes. It would be Edward wrestling with a teenager.
I wondered who would win.
When they finally backed off of each other and Emmett was attracted to the kitchen, I decided that now was my best bet to ask.
"Edward?"
"Yeah?"
"Uh, would you be mad if I gave you baby boy instead of a girl?" I asked slowly, afraid for the answer. He wouldn't really tell me to take a hike, would he? To my surprise, he laughed.
"Mad? Be mad if you still gave me a child, just a different gender?" He rolled his eyes, he actually rolled his eyes. Edward stood from the floor and sat beside me, hugging me to him so hard that it knocked the breath out of me. I readjusted into his side and spread my hand over his abs. "Bella, a baby is a baby. I don't care if it's a boy or a girl. I only want a girl because it sounds like fun to chase boys around the front yard with a gun. That's all," he chuckled, earning a small laugh from me.
"Okay," I said, still a little undecided. "If you insist..." Edward's lips pressed against my neck, somewhere behind my ear on a ticklish spot. I burst into laugher while pushing him away gently.
"Can I tell you something?" Edward asked, lips against my in a more sensual way. One more of comfort than sexual. I sighed in contentment and closed my eyes, basking in the feelings. I made a small sound to let him know I was listening. "Well, I've been researching, and I think I want to go to Washington State University."
My eyes opened and turned to him. I think he expected me to be happy, but I wasn't feeling it. "Edward...are you sure? I know you talked about going to college in Washington, like University of Washington, but I didn't think you'd want to stay here. Don't you want to, I don't know, go somewhere else?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like...a different state." This made him smile in a very mysterious way. "What are you thinking?" I demanded firmly, albeit a little worried for the answer.
"You want something," he replied, sounding like he was having a dream. "You want something that has to do with college; everything has been about where I want to go and what I want to do with nothing about you." He turned to me. "What are thinking, Bella, what do you want? Is there a college you want to attend too? Tell me," he insisted.
My eyes widened as my brain tried to separate sentences. "W-what? I don't want anything, Edward, this is all about you. Like...don't you want to go to a college in a place you've never been, where everything is fresh and new?"
"Which would make things harder tenfold, but whatever." I waited for him to answer my question, not babble on about useless stuff. "I guess I want to be close to home, Bella," Edward admitted. "Close to my parents and family if we need help." He glanced at me. "And we are going to need lots of help."
My eyebrows creased with my frown. "Help? Are you doubting my ability to take care of a child?" I demanded, pulling away from him to the point where we weren't touching at all.
"Bella, I know we can't do this by ourselves," he protested soothingly, but I wasn't having it. "We need help—"
"Maybe you need help, but I don't!" I snapped, standing up. "I know what I'm doing when it comes to babies, and I can do it with or without your support. I don't need someone calling me an unfit mother!" By the end of my loud talking, I knew I was being controlled by moodiness. The smallest things annoyed me at this point and I got easily ticked. I must have sensitive hormones to feel pregnancy effects like this already, because I knew that that wasn't what he was saying. His face betrayed his shock at my words, and instead of apologizing, explaining and probably listening to what he had to say, I left him on the couch and headed upstairs to our room.
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I must have fallen asleep on the bed because suddenly, someone or something was pushing me awake frantically. I knew immediately, that if Edward didn't stop, he would lose his balls and wouldn't be getting that daughter he wants so bad. But he didn't stop and I could hear him saying things, things that I couldn't understand even though I was becoming more lucid.
"What do you want?" I said around a yawn.
Edward finally let up on his shaking. "Its Jasper, he's in the hospital!"
This was really short but I was getting some stupid writer's block about this chapter that I had to add in the whole college ordeal and then the Jasper thing. So a little plot-changing here, but nothing major.
So, questions: do you want the baby to be a boy or a girl? Do you think Bella should still attend college, even though she doesn't want to? (Now, I don't believe in giving shit up for a man, so just remember that.)
And last thing: I need baby names for both genders! Tell me what you think is cute!
Love, Glitter
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