A/N: So the consensus is for Bella to run, run, run. Let's see what she says... dun dun dun...

*pretends to lie dead*

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Beta: HollBeth

Simply Promised

Chapter 14

BPOV

Cross roads.

That's exactly where my life is at this instant.

Marry me... not a question or a plea... a command.

Isn't there some type of rule for this kind of shit?

I'm sure there's a book that says you must beg, plea, kiss ass... or at the very least say please.

I'm thinking... I'm too young to be married.

I'm not a girly girl... would he expect me to put on a... a... a white dress?

A puffy, white dress?

Of course he would.

He would expect there to be a huge celebration with all of our families and friends who I can't say I care shit about or haven't seen in ages.

Would he expect me to get pregnant during the honeymoon?

My thighs clench on their own.

Then there's Ed.

It seems that ever since he got engaged to Tranny, everything in life seems to be in a fast pace.

Life used to be about having fun... having a beer and wings with the guys while girls complained behind our backs.

Since when did it get to be about doing things grown ups do?

Sure I have a job and an apartment, but when I come home... I'm just Bella.

Riley's eyes are so expressive and dare I say, misty?

He wants this, he really does.

I can see my life play out in those eyes.

We'll get married and have kids right away.

We'll get a house with a yard where we'll have our friends over for barbeques.

I'll finally have room for Sushi to run around in and maybe he can find his little she-soulmate.

I'll get fat and complain about my body and lack of sleep but he'll think I'm still pretty and whatnot.

And then I think about refusing him.

I'll still be here in a couple of years... working, coming home and staying home.

Sushi will hate me for sure and he'll get fat from boredom.

Everyone is getting married around me and soon the babies will start popping out left and right.

I don't want to be Auntie Bella who babysits the brats because I don't have any commitments.

I'm at the crossroads.

Turn left and say hello to a domesticated life with a guy who has been able to put up with my bull shit.

Turn right and lose this man for a life of wondering about the what ifs.

Why can't I keep going straight... no damn turns and no damn decisions that need to be made?

Just the same.

"Bella?" he whispers, anxiety seeping in.

I close my eyes and stumble my way into the new unknown.

"Yes."

A/N: Reviews are the same as ... Sushi the pink male cat ... or maybe not. Just leave me some luv.