Thank you for the reviews on the last chapter! Yes, the Rosalie thing was a bit of a surprise!

But I have a confession to make: As much as I love their individual characters, I don't like Jasper and Alice as a couple- does that make me a bad Twilight fan? :O

Anyways, I've got no virtual plan for this chapter, so I'll see how it goes!

Hopefully, more Bella and Edward…..!

EPOV

"No fucking way!" Bella draws out each syllabus of the three words.

"Yep. Alice digs vagina- literally!" I exclaim. Bella gives a slight look of disgust.

"Eww…I don't want to have the image of Alice giving blow to somebody! She's just so….non sexy. No offense." She quickly adds.

"Oh stop being modest. You're the one who enjoys watching lesbian porn."

Bella childishly sticks her tongue out at me. "Those were with hot blondes, not cranky pixies."

"Believe me, Bells, this is one HOT blonde Alice has."

"Hmmmm….I'll see it when I believe it. I can't trust your judgment. You did say Rosalie was a doctor. And your Grey's Anatomy obsession dictates that you must find every doctor hot."

"SSSHHH! Fuck, Bella! You can't say that shit out load- especially with Jacob lurking nearby." I'm mortified that she'd take the chance of my guilty pleasure becoming common knowledge to the world.

"We're in our bedroom, Edward. Believe me; Jakey's learned not to listen in on us." She reasons, pulling the covers on over her scantily clad body.

"True." I agree before joining her in the comfort of our bed.

"Now, it's four in the morning, time to get some sleep." She demands.

My heavy eyelids are drooping closed when Bella decides to break her own damn advice.

"WAIT! Is this Dr. Hale spending the night?" She puts her ear up to the wall, waiting for the sounds of moans and pleasure.

"No." I reply groggily. "She went home."

"Oh." Bella is clearly disappointed.

What a strange girl.

Edward & Bella

Girly giggling.

Babyish giggling.

Tugging on my hair.

OUCH!

"Riley, don't pull on daddy's hair!" a female scolds, but she doesn't sound too concerned.

More tugging.

More giggling.

"You crazy kid!" The voice sounds again.

Then, I feel it. Sticky liquid is splashed all over my famous bronze hair.

"WHAT THE-" I jump abruptly from laying on my stomach and am met with a wide- eyed Riley. He clings tightly to Bella's chest and begins to cry. Awesome! Crying is my favorite type of alarm.

A substance glides down my forehead and I am reminded of the mess in my hair.

"What happened?" I cradle precious strands of my soaked locks.

"You made the poor baby cry! You resembled a demon and sounded like one too! The poor little thing." Bella gives me a disapproving glare and begins to pat Riley's back in soothing circles.

"I meant with my hair." I gently stroke the red curls on Riley's head and whisper soothingly, "Sorry bud, didn't mean to startle you."

"Oh about that- I guess Riley wants you to color your mane. He spilt all his orange juice on you- and not on accident." She shrugs.

"Ugh, wonderful! It's gonna take two hours to thoroughly get all of the stench and gunk out of my hair." I complain with a frown playing on my lips.

"Well, it's good it's Sunday and you're free to be lazy all day." Bella says unsympathetically.

"Exactly, I'm supposed to sleep in today." I resume pouting.

"Stop it ya baby! It made Riley laugh. And honestly, what's more important than your child's happiness?" Bella grins.

"My sanity." I grumble on my way to the blessed shower. There's not a chance in hell I'm letting this evil orange tamper with my natural bronze shade!

My vision is blurred from the bright lights of the bathroom- I'll definitely be replacing those! If there's anything worse than having orange juice embedded in one's hair, it's getting blinded by one's own electricity.

"Damn it!" I yelp as I smash my foot up against the miniature trash can. All of the discarded materials rush out of the container.

Picking garbage up. Add that to my growing list of fun morning activities!

Shesh, Bella's correct…I have become quite grouchy in the mornings. I AM becoming an old man.

I'll have to evaluate that scary thesis more in-depth later. Right now, the plan of action is to clean up this mess and take a shower. Though with my luck, I'll probably get a concussion caused by an onslaught of running water. Wouldn't the tabloids have a field day with that one!

Scrunching down, I rub my eyes, attempting to refocus them. When I remove my hands from my tired eyes, I'm met with a white stick glaring up at my confused gazed. A stick that has the most frightening one letter word written on its tiny screen.

No. Fucking. Way.

I take my fists and furiously rub them against my now sore and panicking eyes.

After I complete the attack, I glance back again at the evil little white stick.

It's still there.

And it still says the p letter word every sexually active guy fears.

"Pregnant."

I'm sorry I wanted to make this a little longer, but alas, this happened. I'll try to update much sooner to make up for the short chapter!

And don't worry, I'm not known for going along the path that every author does. Expect many twists in the next adaptions. *-*

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