A/N: Good morning! Good afternoon! Good night! Can I just say something... I am so overwhelmed with the response this story has received. Some of you have even shared your stories with me. I am flattered, really flattered. I didn't know there were so many of you that were either donating eggs, wanted to donate eggs, or are even surrogates. It is something extremely hard to do as it is giving something of yourself away. Forget babysitting, you're giving a kid away! I commend you, I really do. And your welcome! *wink* Now, let's get this show on the road before FF realizes we're on!
* throws up a shield *
Special Note: I'm all up for criticism in the reviews, I just ask that if you don't like it or disagree with something, I or any of the other authors write, that you be respectful about it. We do this for free and take time out of our RL and families in order to write such stories. We do this out of love.
Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all things Twilight. I own the bunny that attacked me to write this.
Beta: HollBeth
Simply Promised
Chapter 38
BPOV
"...shut the fuck up. You..lksdfljsldjf...sldj...her!"
I continue to press my ear against the wall.
It's so hard to understand some of the words...
I want to know! Why does the bitch have to talk so garbled like aslkdfjdsk.
From the moment Ed closed the door to his apartment, Tran has been all over the place.
Screaming...
Shit breaking...
Thumping...and not the sexual kind.
Thank God!
I love him.
I just love them together when they're not fucking, you know?
Not that they do now, anyway...
I just don't like to think about it.
"Jesus, T. Put that fucking dish down!"
CRASH...CRASH...
Holy Shit! Should I call the cops?
I contemplate heading over and knocking the bitch unconscious.
What is she going to tell the cops when she wakes up? "The pregnant girl hit me?"
Yeah, fat chance they'll believe her...
CRASH...
"You're fucking psycho!"
Can't say I didn't warm him about that one before.
More pacing in my apartment and more screaming comes from theirs.
I'm torn because I want to help and stop the fighting.
I'm afraid Tranny is going to throw a dish and destroy Ed's face.
His face is too pretty for scars.
But then I also don't want to intervene...
I want to hear why they're fighting.
CRASH...CRASH...CRASH...
"You're crazy!"
His voice gets louder and more clear as I place my ear by the hidden ground heater that I've never used in my room.
I knew this thing would one day come in handy.
"...just fuck her!"
Oooohhh... Is he cheating on Tranny?
My chest begins to hurt a little.
Damn acid reflux! Don't start now.
"I told you this has nothing to do with her! It's you... me, but mostly just you."
"Bullshit! I see the way you look at her. Ever since she got pregnant with MY baby it seems you can't keep your hands off her!"
"She's carrying my baby, of course I'm going to be touching her."
"Does she know you dream about doing more than just touching?"
"Don't even say it, T," he threatens, his voice sounding a bit quieter.
"Why not? What can be worse than your WIFE already knowing?"
"I said drop it."
Thump...
Silence...
A/N: Reviews are the same as Tranny going crazy... Oh you just better leave me some luv.