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Somebody asked how far along Bella is in the pregnancy. The answer to that question is Five Weeks!!! And since she is pregnant, I had to choose a drink that was kind of like soda, and had no caffeine; so I chose Sprint since it does not have any caffeine in it.

Also, I have nothing against gay people! Just with a lot of them, you can tell if they are gay or not. Sorry if I offend anyone!

Disclaimer: All charactersexcept the gay waiter whose name I do not know—and the Twilight Saga itself belong to Stephenie Meyer. I do not own any songs or lullabies in this story. I do not own the restaurant Bella Italia. I do not own Sprite. I do not own Chowder.

Chapter 6: Dazzling Protectiveness

I thought about the decision long and hard as the waitress with the I'm-in-love-with-this-dude attitude stared longingly at Edward, waiting patiently—not that she cared about how much time I took. I tried to focus on the menu in my hands, but every now and then, my eyes would slide up and look at Edward. Afterwards, I would think to myself, Why can't I just have Edward for dinner? Oh, right; he has a wife already.

Finally choosing a meal, I announced it to the waitress.

"Mushroom Ravioli, please. With a glass of Sprite," I told her; then became annoyed when she completely ignored me, and kept staring at Edward.

Edward smiled at me halfheartedly, clearly apologizing for something that he couldn't contain—which would be his beauty. He cleared his throat loudly, looking over to the waitress.

She snapped out of her hallucinations and peered at me in the corner of her eye.

"I'm sorry. Can you please repeat that?" I rolled my eyes causing Edward to snicker quietly. I shot him a glare and then repeated my order to the childlike teenager.

She wrote my desired meal down on her small notepad. She then turned to Edward, probably pushing me far away from her mind, and asked him what he wanted.

I blushed while she asked, "And you, sir? What would you like to eat? Anything for you."

She was even daring enough to brush her fingers across his forearm and shoulder.

"I'll have the same, but make my drink a coke, please," he told her politely, even though I could see him try to hide his disgusted face.

The waitress pouted, and I could tell she was disappointed that he didn't want her. But I wasn't disappointed, and so I smiled at her, mocking her stupidity.

Knowing that it was wrong of me to think that way, when the waitress left, I began to scold myself.

"So stupid. Shouldn't have thought that way. I'm more stupid than she is; at least she hasn't been in love with him for over five years....," I muttered to myself while I unwounded the silverware.

"What was that?" Edward asked.

Blushing, I looked up, surprised that he had heard me.

I grinning at him, and shook my head whilst saying, "N-nothing, nothing. Just....talking to myself."

He opened his mouth to reply;but before he could, a waiter came back with our food, replacing the teenager that was with us earlier.

"Here are your meals, and drinks," he set down the plates on the gray tray in his hand and then continued speaking, "Is there anything else I can get you?"

From the sound of his voice and the way he put his hands on his hips, I could automatically tell that he was gay. And, with that being processed in my brain, I was right when I thought that he would look at Edward before he would look at me.

We kindly rejected the gay waiter's offers for anything else, and then he walked away. That left Edward and I to a peaceful silence in the secluded corner of the restaurant.

My ego was permanently wounded, even though I wasn't really sure why it was. Maybe it was because Edward dazzles everyone; or maybe it was just the hormones from the pregnancy—which nobody actually noticed since I have this gigantic jacket over my body—finally taking effect.

With downcast eyes and a wounded ego, I grabbed my fork and began eating the Mushroom Ravioli on my sparkling white plate.

After seconds of hearing only my fork scraping against the plate, I looked up to find Edward staring at me.

"What?" I asked, after I swallowed all of the food in my mouth.

He shook his head and questioned me, "What are you thinking about?"

I chose to have a backbone and tell him the truth, "About how that poor waitress and waiter are probably hyperventilating. What, with all the dazzling you did."

"I dazzle people?"

"Of course you do. If you didn't dazzle that girl, she wouldn't have been staring at you with glazed eyes, off in some fantasy world."

Then he asked a question that I would have never expected, "Do I dazzle you?"

"Frequently," I told him, crimson After a moment of silence, I said, "Now, stop making a fool out me and let's eat."

He chuckled and nodded

We began to eat our food in a mellow silence.

One Hour Later....

"Hi, Chowder!" Panini said suggestively to Chowder.

"I'm not your boyfriend!" Chowder yelled back at her.

I giggled regardless of what was happening in the other room; my hands were resting on my stomach and I was sprawled across the sofa in the living room.

After coming home from the restaurant about one hour ago, I began watching Chowder on Cartoon Network while Edward was in the kitchen, on the phone with Tanya and I could tell that they were having an argument.

At the moment, Chowder, Panini, and all of the townspeople were in an enormous gum ball, rolling around the village.

Most of the time, I'm highly mature, but when it comes to television shows and movies, I am the most.....childish and amusing person around.

I let my eyes fixate on Edward in the kitchen and when I saw that he wasn't even paying any attention to me, my dark side got the best of me.

I got off of the comfortable leather couch with approximately ten fluffy pillows laying on it—the reasons being is, Tanya decorated this room; not letting even Esme touch it, even though she is a professional—and crept over to the phone that was set on the table beside the couch.

The telephone was wireless; so I picked it up and made my way into the bathroom, making it impossible for Edward to ever see me listen in on his phone quarrel with Tanya.

I closed the door to the bathroom and sat down on the floor—I knew that it was clean because Tanya was a total neat freak and when she wasn't shopping, at the hospital, or vainly engrossed in herself, she was cleaning.

I pressed my hand to the microphone of the phone and then held it up to my ear, after pressing the 'talk' button.

"Tanya, you can't just leave her alone like that! What if something worse would have happened to her?" Edward said to her. I could tell that he was trying to keep from yelling.

"But, nothing worse did happen, Edward. Plus, she's a big girl, she can take care of herself," Tanya responded in a whiny, high-pitched voice.

I heard Edward sigh and then he spoke again, his voice getting louder, "There are not any but's in this situation. You left Bella in one of the most dangerous cities in the state. She is my best friend, and she is carrying our child! I thought you would be smarter than that."

"I'm sorry," she told him; her voice was full of shame, but I could distinguish that part of it was phony.

"Sorry isn't good enough this time," he told her.

A beep was heard, and then only Tanya and I were on the phone.

"Edward? Eddie, are you there? Did you hang up on me! Oh my gosh, you did. Oh, you're so getting in trouble when I get home...," Tanya talked to herself until I assume she became bored and finally hung up.

By now, my jaw was insecure and my hand was off of the speaker.

I always knew that Edward was very protective of me, just not that protective.

Pressing the 'talk' button again, the phone shut off and I stood up.

When I heard the crashing of something in the living room, I jumped in surprise; then opened the door to find Edward standing around Tanya's favorite vase, broken on the floor.

"What did you...?" I whispered, even though I knew clearly what he did.

He turned around after hearing me.

"She is going to be so mad....," he said to himself.

I laughed lightly and exited the bathroom, leaving the phone in there so he wouldn't know that I was listening in on their conversation.

"Yeah, I bet she is. Oh well though."

He smiled at me and then began to pick up the broken pieces of glass while I got a broom and dustpan.

I helped him clean up the broken vase and we sat down on the couch afterwards, watching television.

My feet were resting on his lap and my hands were rubbing my stomach when I asked, "What do you think it'll be?"

"Hmm?" he asked, his head turned but his eyes glued to the television.

"The baby. What do think your baby is going to be?"

I hated it when called the baby his instead of ours, because I wanted it to be ours. And, I also hated when I called the baby an 'it'. But I just couldn't help but called him or her an 'it' because I didn't know what gender it was yet.

He turned his full attention to me now and I could see his eyes travel from my feet, eying my legs—I was wearing maternity shorts—and then resting on my stomach. His hands followed his eyes as they moved; they went from my feet, up my goosebumped legs, to my thighs as I gulped, and then they finally made their way to my slightly bulging belly.

I thought that this little caressing of my body was beyond the line of friendship, but I didn't complain. If he wanted to be more than friends—even if he does have a wife—then I wasn't going to stop him.

"Honestly, I don't know what I think our child is going to be," he told me, shaking his head slowly causing his shiny bronze hair to move along with it. I don't know why he called the baby ours when it most definitely wasn't going to be mine when it is born, but I didn't mind one bit.

"Well...what do you want it to be?"

"I'd be happy with either gender....but I've always wanted a little girl. To hold her, to sing her asleep, push her on the swings, protect her from all of the boys, and eventually....walk her down the aisle at her wedding."

After some more talking about the baby, Edward jumped off of the couch, grabbed my hands, and started to drag me somewhere.

"Hey, where are we going?" I asked as he dragged me upstairs.

"I want to show you something."

We walked down the hall and stopped at his music room's door.

"Close your eyes," he told me. I closed my eyes and waited for him to do whatever it was he was going to do.

I heard the door in front of us open and then he pulled me forward, stepping us into the room.

"Open them now," he murmured.

Letting them slide open, the sight before me brought quick shedding tears of happiness to my eyes.

Hope everyone liked this chapter.

I actually did watch Chowder while creating this chapter!

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---J