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Previously:
I nodded and felt my stomach growl. I looked at him. "So can I have my chocolates now?"
Edward clutched his stomach and began to laugh loud. A kind of laugh that came from deep inside you.
"What? I'm serious, Edward. What's funny?"
He kept laughing.
And what a good Valentine's Day it was...
- - *S* - - *S* - -
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways, all my underdogs
We will never be, never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty, dirty little freaks
Won't you come on and come on and
Raise your glass!
Just come on and come on and
Raise your glass!
- - *S* - - *S* - -
March 18, 2011
BPOV
I am twenty-five weeks along and this is my last day at work before I go on maternity leave. Chelsea will take my place tomorrow and throughout the next six and a half months. I had told Tyler I was pregnant long ago. He complained about how all his employees were getting knocked up and that he'd run out of us by next year. I would still be getting paid but the check would be cut in half because I wouldn't be there. Jess was getting the other half of my check considering she'd be working there the most along with Tyler. No more extended vacations for him! I'd never met Chelsea so today would be the first day.
I was kind of indifferent to meet her. I was nervous she'd be some kind of bitchy, high maintenance snob that looks at people who she thinks are below her like a piece of gum on the bottom of your shoe.
"Bella, stop fidgeting. Meeting Chelsea isn't going to kill you, trust me. She's just like that Rose woman you told me about; on the outside she acts bitchy and tough but once you get to know her, she'll be nice to you. But never ask her about her stepsister. Bad place to go," Jessica warned.
"Why the fuck would I ask her about her stepsister? I don't even know her."
"I'm just saying. But just to keep you in the loop, Chelsea's sister tried to weasel her way in to snatch up her husband, Afton."
"What kind of name is Afton?"
Jess shrugged, "A weird one but he is fine!"
"Are we being ghetto today, Jess?"
"Shut up."
"Hotter than Edward?"
"God, no! I mean Afton is hot but Edward? Whew! That man is sex on a stick! I'm talking fourty eight hours of pure, unadulterated sex! On a stick."
"I'll drink to that," I heard Tyler call from the stock room.
I ran my hands through my hair and blew out a breath.
"Jessica, my dear, is Bella still out there?"
I heard his voice call out from the back of the store, two minutes later, coming to the front.
"Yes, Tyler, I'm still out here. We're waiting for Chelsea and her husband so I can make their acquaintances. What the hell have you been doing back there all day, anyway?" I answered.
"Managing a women's clothing store, girlie. What are those things on your feet?" He stopped walking and asked me, looking down. I glanced at my feet and back up.
"What? They're Crocs. I'm pregnant! Excuse the hell out of me for not wanting to wear six inch heels like Jessica. My feet swell up and these are comfy."
"Oh, damn, honey, I'm not bashing them. Calm yourself. They look cute on your little feet. Rubber shoes?"
"Yup."
"Don't your feet sweat?" Jess asked.
"Not yet. I'll wear knee highs if they do." I smiled.
I got these shoes a month ago-four days after Valentine's Day-when my feet started to get puffy from the pregnancy. I got them for thirty bucks at the mall. They were violet Marnie flats made by Crocs. Today, I paired them with a ruffle-front, violet print, three quarter length sleeve top with dark blue skinny maternity jeans. It was the beginning of March, still chilly but not extremely cold so I wore a blue North Face jacket to be cautious. It was never really hot in Seattle. The weather was dreary and rainy most days and when it didn't rain, the sun still rarely shined.
"I really do like them, Bells," Tyler complimented. "How's your little girl today?"
"She's getting bigger," I rubbed my very obvious baby belly.
We found out the sex of the baby at my last appointment and Ali began to buy a shit load of girl clothes and toys to add on to her nursery. Edward cried when he found out that it was for sure but I always knew it was a girl.
A mother always knows.
"Promise you'll send pictures when she's born?" Jessica asked, her tone hopeful.
"Of course."
The chime of the door caught our attention and in walked a couple.
The woman was tall, slender with dark blond wavy hair that reached past her shoulder, unusual, although beautiful, amethyst eyes, plump red lips and high cheek bones. She was wearing a dark green, sweater dress and designer boots. The man standing by her-probably her husband-was as big as Emmett with shaggy, sandy brown hair and light brown eyes. Bouncing on the woman's hip was a chubby, baby boy with blond hair, flying in different directions and big brown eyes; like his father. He was sucking on his small fist, baby drool covering his knuckles, talking in jibberish. Chubby legs, fingers, arms, cheeks; he was adorable, bundled up in a little black coat, corduroys, a booties.
It made me want my baby right now.
"Hey Chels," Tyler waved. Chelsea smiled and waved back as the family walked over to us and stuck her left hand out in front of me, flashing her massive wedding ring.
"Hi, I'm Chelsea Harrington."
I shook her hand, "Bella Swan."
"This is my husband Afton," she gestured to the guy beside her then kissed the baby's cheek, "and this baby boy is Benjamin. Our son."
"Hi," I waved at Afton and smiled at the baby, "hi, Benjamin. You're a little cutie."
He giggled and hid his face in Chelsea's neck.
"Aw," Jess cooed, "he gets sweeter every time I see him, Chels."
"He's a happy baby," Afton finally spoke. He had a really deep, rough voice. It fit him. He tickled Benjamin's tummy and the baby squealed. He held out his arms, bouncing and waiting for his Daddy to take him into his arms. Afton beamed and gathered the baby to his chest, tucking his little head under his chin, rocking back and forth.
My heart melted at the display. I couldn't wait until Edward held our baby like that. I felt my eyes well up and wiped them away as quickly as they fell. But Chelsea saw, smiling at me.
"Sorry, I'm a ball of tears lately. Hormones. "
"I understand," she nodded, "Afton turns to mush around Ben."
"It's really sweet to see a father be so loving with his child."
"Speaking of children," she grinned, "you look like you don't have too long to go."
"Oh, I'm only twenty five weeks along."
"Wow, you look farther. I guess it's because you're tiny."
"Five foot five. That's me. But you should see my friend. She's not even five feet."
"Wow. Is she pregnant, too?"
"No but I can't imagine what she'll look like when she is," I giggled.
Chelsea wasn't that bad, she was pretty nice, actually.
"Hey, I have a pair of those," she pointed at my feet. "I had them when my feet swelled up. Aren't they comfy?"
"Yes. See, Tyler? Chelsea had Crocs when she was pregnant."
"I wasn't bashing them, Bella. Damn!" Tyler turned and whined at me.
"He's fun to mess with," I told Chelsea. My phone began singing my Pink ring tone, indicating a text had been sent.
Party crasher, panty snatcher, call me up if you a gangsta. Don't be fizzy, just get dizzy. Why so serious?...
I pulled it out of my pocket and drug the screen down to read it.
I'm here, sweetheart. -E
Oh, is it five already? -B
Yeah. 5:07 to be exact. -E
Well come in cuz I'm talking to the woman taking my place while I'm off. -B
Fuck is Tyler in there? -E
Yeah, E he is. -B
Please don't make me come in there, baby! *pout* -E.
Edward, please... -B
I'm coming. -E
I love you! -B
I love you 2. -E
I pocketed my phone and looked at Chelsea. "Sorry."
"'S okay."
I craned my head and called out to the others, "Tyler?"
"Yes," he replied in a sing-song voice.
"It's time to keep your hands to yourself and the comments inside. Same to you, Jessica."
His eyes widened and he sort of giggled, clapping his hands, "Fuck yes! Jess, it's time to ogle."
"I'm right there with you," she grinned.
"Tyler, he is already scared of you as it is."
He shrugged.
"Who's scared of Tyler?" Chelsea asked, confused.
"Bella's hot as fuck fiancé," Jessica smiled as I rolled my eyes.
"They act like this all the time," I told her.
"No, I'm serious, C, that man of hers is like Adonis reborn," Tyler gushed to Chelsea.
I laughed as I walked into the back to get my jacket and purse then returned to the front only to hear a 'damn' come from all three people's mouths.
My Edward was standing up against the doors, wearing a green zip up hoodie and tight jeans, distancing himself as far from Tyler and Jess as he could, looking anywhere but intheir direction. Chelsea, Jessica, and Tyler were gaping at him. Tyler the most. Chelsea was kind of switching between looks at Edward and at her grinning husband.
Edward's eyes were flying in every direction until they landed on me. His mouth curled up into a huge smiled and his tense body visibly relaxed.
"Hi, baby," he sighed.
Tyler sucked in a breath and his hand went to his throat.
The lovesick man actually thought Edward was talking to him; he must not realize he's in E's line of vision, looking at me.
"His voice is like crushed velvet, isn't it?" Jess asked Chelsea.
Chelsea nodded.
"No, Tyler," I laughed, "he's talking to me. Sorry big guy."
I patted his face as I passed him.
Edward wrapped me up in his arms, burying his face in my neck. "I missed you today, angel."
"You did?"
"I did," he smiled and kissed me. I pulled away and looked at the three entranced people out of the corner of my eye then whispered in his ear.
"What do you think about messing with Tyler and Jess?"
"What do you have in mind?" Edward smirked.
"I'm going to show them the results of your workout regimen. Show them what they can't have. Try not to make it look like I'm doing it on purpose, love. Okay?"
"Okay. But after this, Bella, I'm never coming back in here again as long as your boss is present."
"Okay. You're the best."
"Damn right," Edward snorted and kissed me once again.
"Jeez, E," I called out loud to get their attention, "it's like a brick wall under here." I ran my hands under his shirt, not prepared for the feeling of his warm, soft skin and abs under my fingers.
"Damn, Edward," I whispered to him, "you've really been working out hard haven't you?"
"Gotta keep up with your hormones, Bell."
I shrugged then lifted his shirt up, making sure some of it was showing for the others, running my hands over it better. Rock fuckin' hard and all mine.
"Bella," he moaned as my finger nails scratched at the skin above the waist band of his jeans. I ran a finger up and down the trail if silky hair under his belly button then hid his body from them.
"Sorry, babe."
I kissed his chin and turned in his embrace to see the looks on everyone's faces. Tyler and Jessica looked about ready to faint while Chelsea was next to her husband, arms around his waist, gawking at Edward. I giggled and made the introductions.
"Chelsea, this is my fiancé, Edward Cullen. Edward, this is Chelsea Harrington, her husband Afton and their son, Benjamin."
Afton walked over to Edward and shook his hand, "Edward Cullen?"
"That's me."
"I've heard of you. Lawyer right?"
"Correct," Edward grinned. "You have a very handsome little boy there, Afton."
"He's six months old," Chelsea blushed.
"Cute. We'll have a daughter in about four more months," Edward touched my belly and kissed my temple.
"I understand you're engaged as well," Afton looked at my ring.
"Wedding's next month on the second. You're welcome to come if you want."
"Really?" Chelsea asked.
"Yeah. I'll need your address and Ali already has the invites made. In fact, she's revealing the design tonight."
"Who's Ali?" Chelsea asked again as she pulled out one of her husband's business cards and handed it to me.
"My little sister," Edward answered.
"Well," I interrupted, "we're going to head out. I'm starving. We'll see you at the wedding, guys."
"See you," they all replied.
"It was nice to meet you all. Um...Tyler, Jessica, we'll see you, I guess," Edward nodded.
We waved and walked out to his Mercedes.
- - *S* - - *S* - -
"Bella, Bella, Bella! Come look at your beautiful wedding invites. Me and Rose made them on her computer!" Alice was a big ball of energy by the time we got to Carlisle and Esme's, as usual.
"Okay, Al, chill out. I'm coming." I pulled at Edward's hand, leading us both to the kitchen.
"Look, look, look," she squeaked, bouncing while pointing at the paper on the table.
"Why do you keep saying the same word three times, Alice?" Edward asked, chuckling.
"'Cause it's what I do, Eddie, now look at the damn invite or I'll shove it up your ass."
"Mary Alice," Carlisle warned.
"Sorry, Daddy."
"Kiss ass," Emmett muttered.
"Suck it, Em."
I leaned over the table and examined the invitations. "Alice, they're amazing."
They were simple yet gorgeous. Elegant, black script centered in front of a pink and white present that covered the entire page and Alice's number under the RSVP note at the bottom left corner.
"It really is, Ali. I like them," Edward complimented.
"I have a new address for you so the final number comes to seventy five people, exactly, that will attending wedding. Have you put the addresses on them yet?"
Edward and I wanted a semi-small wedding. Close family and friends.
"This is the last one," she smiled as she took the card from me and wrote it down on the envelope.
"Great." I then turned my attention to Esme, "Is dinner ready yet?"
"Yes, Bella. It'll be ready in five minutes."
"Good, I'm starving," I touched my stomach.
"My girl's are hungry, Mama," Edward chuckled, his hand running over my neck. I kissed him softly and laid back against his chest.
"I gotta use the restroom real fast, okay?"
"Alright," he nodded.
I smiled as I hefted myself up the steps to use his old room's bathroom.
When I finished in there, I decided to snoop around a little, see if I could find anything I didn't know about him yet.
"I wonder if he has naughty magazines hidden somewhere. All teenage boys should at some point in their life."
"Baby? Did you fall in up there?" I heard Edward laugh as his feet trekked up the steps.
"Nah. Just looking for your Playboy stash. It's got to be in some hidden passage in this joint."
"Angel, you won't find any porn. I always borrowed them from Emmett." He walked into his old room and slipped his arms around me.
"So you admit you were a horny, sex-crazed teenager?" I thumped his chest.
"I didn't have you then and now that I do, you're the only girl that gets me all worked up."
I giggled and pulled him down by his shirt and kissed him. His hands cupped my face and he deepened the kiss, ending it with light pecks and nips until we had to breathe. I hugged myself to his chest and whispered, "I love you, E."
"I love you, too, baby girl."
"Hey!" Em yelled from downstairs, "No fucking in the parental unit's abode, you two! I wanna eat so get your asses down here."
"Coming," we both called back, shuffling out of the room. As we hit the bottom of the steps, I felt a wave of nausea fill me. I grabbed the railing to stop myself.
"You okay?" Edward asked.
"Dizzy spell."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Oof," I gasped when a sharp pain passed through my lower abdomen.
"Bella," his voice concerned as he held on to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Ed-Edward..." I sobbed as another wave of pain hit me. I clutched at his arms, trying to stifle my cries in his chest.
The pain was so bad I became dizzy.
"Baby, what is it?"
Another stab crashed through me.
The pain got worse as I saw my vision blur and the darkness was starting to consume my body. "Edward, what happening to me?"
"Dad! Call an ambulance! Sweetheart, stay with me, okay? Youre gonna be fine."
Everyone filed into the foyer with looks of worry and fear evident on their faces.
"Oh, my God, Bella!" Esme gasped, tears filling her eyes. Alice sprinted past them and grabbed my hands, salt water already pouring from her own.
"Something's wr-wrong. It hu-hurts so much. I-I can't..."
My eyes rolled back into my head. My knees gave out and the last thing I felt was someone catch me in their embrace.
"BELLA!"
Everything went black.
A/N: Oh, more drama! What's wrong with her?
You're all cursing at me, aren't ya?
I LOVE CHUBBY BABIES! Don't you?
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Here's an idea for my next story that's been flying through my mind. I have the title and the first chapter sort of thought out in my head. Something a little lighter yet still a little dramatic because there's gotta be some drama in a story. Tell me if you like it. :)
Here's the summary:
Bella Swan believes that all men will eventually cheat so she chooses to be single. But her best friend's older brother wants her bad. And he won't give up until she's his.
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