Same disclaimer applies-Twilight belongs to S.M., but the idea of this story is mine.
Many thanks to my awesome betas and friends - TeamAllTwilight and m0t0b33.
Once everyone calms down, a heavy breathing Edward plops next to me. It's my turn to rub his back.
I know our moment was totally ruined, and our family doesn't know for sure if I am or not, because I didn't have time to confirm.
Anyway, in the meantime, Esme disappeared inside with Victoria; Carlisle is a few feet away with James, having a heated conversation. Emmett drags my Dad to the grill, while Rose takes my Mom inside, effectively leaving us alone.
"I can't believe her!" Edward grunts. "Seriously. This isn't like her."
"I don't know, baby. Maybe she was nervous to tell everyone that she eloped? And I'm not finding excuses for her right now. I'm so upset!" I moan, leaning back on the sunlounger.
"Just relax." He strokes my hair. "We don't want anything to happen."
"Bella, Edward. I'm sorry." I can hear Victoria, but I pretend I don't.
Sorry doesn't begin to cover it.
I feel her sitting next to me, but I keep my eyes tightly shut. I am also aware she's having a heated eye conversation with her brother.
"Time to eat," Esme announces to us.
Edward helps me up. I start feeling woozy.
I shouldn't have gotten so upset.
"Hey!" He exclaims when I sag into his side.
"I'm…not feeling so well," I mumble before my knees buckle.
"Fuck, Bella."
That's the last thing I hear.
I start becoming aware of raised voices around me.
I can clearly hear Edward's voice above everyone else's as he screams at Victoria. Then their dad snaps for them to quit it.
Two fingers press against my wrist, then against my neck.
I open my eyes and look around. The first person I see is my Dad. I'm on the couch and he's behind it, leaning over the back of it to look at me.
"How are you feeling?" Carlisle asks from my side. He's in doctor mode.
"Not that good." It's the truth. Now, I feel like I'm going to throw up.
It wasn't a good idea to eat that mayo sandwich on the way here, but it tasted so yummy.
As if sensing my need, I see Mom giving me what looks like a large bowl. I take it in time.
"I was just the same, when I was pregnant with you, honey." I hear Mom.
I moan, wishing this sickness would simply go away.
"Almost three months," Edward answers a question about how far along I am.
"And you didn't tell us until now?" Mom gasps.
I grunt, pushing the bowl away and falling back on the couch. "I wanted a family reunion to announce all of you," I whisper.
"Edward, honey, take her to a bedroom to rest. If anyone else is hungry…the food is still warm," Esme says quietly.
My husband immediately appears next to me, picking me up. I can see the look of concern on his face, and I want to tell him I'm okay. If I hadn't eaten the mayo sub and Vic hadn't ruined everything…but now it's all in the past. I need to get better fast. I hate seeing him like this.
He elbows the door open then foots it closed, lowering me on the bed. "How are you feeling?"
"A little better. Can you see what your mom has to eat?"
"You're hungry?" He looks amused.
"Uh, I just lost what little I ate today."
"Right."
I grab his wrist when he makes to leave. "Just come back and tell me what's on the menu. Don't bring anything in case I don't like it."
"Okay, boss." He winks and leaves quickly.
I fluff the pillow and sink into the comfortable bed.
A part of me wants to forgive Vic, but then another part of me is still angry at her for stealing my light so to speak.
We didn't have a definite plan on how to tell everyone, but it definitely wasn't like that.
The door opens and Edward returns. "Roast chicken with rice and curry, and for dessert, there's a cherry pie with ice cream."
It sounds good. "Uh, I'll have a little chicken with rice, but…"
"Yes? You want ice cream on it too?"
He knows me so well.
I grin at him.
Making a face, Edward disappears once again.
Sadly, I don't get to taste what I requested because I fall asleep before he returns. When I wake up, I can see the sun lowering in the sky.
There's a noise from the other bed in the room, and I turn my head to see Victoria with her phone in hand, frowning at it. It looks like she's playing something.
"Hey, Vic," I whisper on a scratchy voice.
"Bella!" She jumps, rushing to my side. "You have no idea how sorry I am. I had no idea…and I was a mass of nerves at how Mom and Dad would react to our news."
"About that." I sit up a little, resting my weight on my elbows. "When did you elope?"
"Uh…you know how Jimmy had to go to that conference in Vegas, last week?" I nod. "I tagged along since classes are over for the summer."
"Seriously?"
"Yep. We were walking around when we passed a chapel. Through a look, we decided to go inside and…well, the rest is history."
"You're crazy!" I shake my head at her.
"Yeah, well. We love each other and…" She bites her lip. "Don't be mad, but the other thing…"
"Yes, I'm pregnant," I confirm.
"I know, Edward told us. Congratulations, by the way." She gives me a small smile. "I'm not sure if I lied about it myself."
"What? You're…pregnant, too?" I ask in shock.
"I think so. I mean, I'm about a month late and…a while ago…the condom broke. Stupid thing."
"Aw, Vic." I can tell she's definitely not ready for this.
It makes me realize that deep down inside, I am ready. We can make room for the baby, we can buy stuff, but most importantly, the future parents need to be in the right mind set for it—and I am.
Victoria's not.
She's still in college. She doesn't have a job. She's still living with her parents, for Christ's sake. Well, maybe not anymore since she got married, but still.
The door of the room opens to reveal Edward and James happy—just like the fight from earlier didn't happen.
"You're awake!" Edward exclaims, coming to sit next to me. "By the way, thanks for making the family laugh at me for putting ice cream on rice and chicken."
"I fell asleep." I giggle, cupping his cheek. "Though, now I'm starving."
"Let's go feed you." He takes my hand and helps me up. "You two, don't do anything I would do."
I roll my eyes, pulling my husband after me. "Leave them be."
"I have the best idea," he whispers in my ear as we head to the kitchen.
"Yeah?"
"First, you should know the sleeping arrangements. Mom and Dad in their room, Rose and Em in my old room like last time, your mom and Phil in the guestroom, Charlie on the couch…."
"And we'll have to share with Vic and James?" I moan.
"Sadly." He nods. "But!" A huge smile spreads on his face. "We're going to write something nice on a piece of paper and tape it to the door. Revenge, remember?"
"Yay!" I clap, happily.
After I eat, we go outside. I see Dad and Phil on the sun loungers, drinking beer and talking about baseball. Not all the children with divorced parents get to see their dad and step-dad getting along.
"Feeling better, Bells?" Dad calls, looking toward us.
"Yes." I nod. "That was a side-effect."
"You gave us quite the scare," he comments. "Come here."
"Go, I'll search for paper to put the plan into action," Edward whispers, nudging me to go to my Dad.
I talk with both of them until well into the evening. When all the parents go to bed, I realize it's time to set our plan into action.
But there's only one problem. Where are we going to sleep?
When I voice my worry, Edward waves his hand around. He tapes the incriminatory paper to James and Vic's door. They haven't emerged all evening so we might be right with what's on the paper.
DO NOT DISTURB
We're fucking like rabbits in here. Have some dignity.
PS: not legally married.
I press my hand to my mouth to keep my laughter from exploding.
My husband is quite the troublemaker.
"Now, what?" I repeat. "I'm tired, and we have no place to sleep."
"That's where you're wrong, baby. You haven't answered me about how you feel about sailing, but I promise not to take us too far from the shore."
"At night?" I squeak, feeling uneasy.
"Don't worry. I learned how to sail when I was thirteen." He grabs our bag, which is still in the hallway then leads me out of the house.
"How are we going to sleep on a boat?" I complain. "Are you crazy?"
"What do you have in mind when you say boat?" He smirks at me.
"Oh, is it big?"
"You know it."
"Edward Cullen!" I shout, outraged.
"Shh! We have neighbors here, you know?"
Within ten minutes of walking, we arrive at the dock where three boats are.
Actually, two are boats, one is a mini yacht. Obviously, that can't be the one we're headed to…but we are.
"This is no boat, honey."
"Yes, it is. It's really not that big on the inside, believe me. All kinds of crap is stored inside."
He helps me get on board then while I explore the cabin, Edward starts the engine. And we're off.
I guess, it's a good idea. We need to put some distance between us and the pranked ones. After things cool down, we'll return.
Until then, we'll be alone; able to do whatever we want. I idly wonder if he'd agree to sleep on the deck, under the stars.
Don't forget about the picture sin my group.
