A/N: Sooooooooo, anyone still there? Come one girlies, we're about 3/4 done here.
* sits down exasperated *
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Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all things Twilight. I own the bunny that attacked me to write this.
Beta: HollBeth
Simply Promised
Chapter 42
BPOV
It has been a week since Ed has been living with me.
He goes home when Tranny leaves for work, but he doesn't linger over there.
Even though I feel like I'm losing my independence by having him stay over...
I have to admit that it's nice having someone around since it has become harder to do things.
He even helps around with some of my work.
The one thing that I'm not happy or even comfortable with...
Is all the alien stuff that he's buying and keeping all over the apartment.
It's not like he knows the gender, anyway.
It's as if he's making up for all the pregnancies that never came to be.
I knew he would be buying stuff considering our... his alien will be here soon...
I just never expected the stuff to be accumulating in my home.
Wasn't I suppose to just harvest, pop it out, and hand it over to the parents?
This situation is becoming way more complicated than it was before.
With my raging hormones, unpredictable appetite, and ever-changing body taking over my life...
I feel like I can't take much more.
Which is why I cut some of my hair and added bangs... at least my hair I can control.
I walk into my spare bedroom which is now considered Ed's man abode and try to make sense of all the mess.
It's filled, not so much with his things, but with the stuff he has been buying.
There are boxes upon boxes of baby wipes and diapers stacked up in a corner.
I make my way over to his bed carefully while dodging the bags on the floor, and wonder if he has even slept on it because it's neatly made and covered from top to bottom with more bags.
I groan, looking into the bags filled with baby bottles and pacifiers.
How much shit can a newborn need?
The door slamming shut alerts me to Ed's arrival.
I shut my eyes and begin to count to ten when I hear the sounds of more shopping bags. I need to imagine myself in a calm place before I commit murder.
One … two … three ...
"Bella, where are you?"
… four … five... six …
"I bought something!" he yells, his voice exuberant.
… eight … nine … ten.
I open one eye and squint in his direction, dreading the amount of baby-demon merchandise.
He comes into view sporting a radiant smile that seems to have been missing for months now.
I can do this, I can do this. Look at that smile. I should be happy for him. He's just excited and can't help himself.
I can feel my mood lifting and slightly begin to match his.
He holds up four new shopping bags filled to the brim with baby blankets, more diapers, and many more things that I'm sure won't be needed until the baby is a two-year-old talking monster.
"I went shopping and couldn't stop myself."
It is then that he shoves one of the bags close to my face in excitement.
My smile fades.
Extra large maxi pads, grandmother panties, nipple maxi pads, nipple sucking machines... and more embarrassing things.
Eleven … twelve … just a little patience, that's all I ask for.
A/N: Reviews are the same as nipple maxi pads... Oh you just better leave me some luv.