Chapter Six

BPOV

So here I am sitting once again, in the incompetent doctor's office. I sighed, okay so maybe the whole mess wasn't entirely the doctor's fault, but I felt the need to blame someone. Oh, if only I could see that stupid girl again...the punch I'd give her.

Dr. Gerandy had offered me some tea, and since I obviously couldn't even stand the scent of coffee at the moment, I accepted. Said tea was now going cold in the cup. I really hated tea. This child was already like its father. Hell bent on making my life difficult.

Be good for mummy please, I pleaded silently.

Mummy. I was going to be a mummy.

Still hadn't gotten used to the idea yet, and the thought sent a fluttering to my stomach.

"Did you call him?" I asked drumming my fingers nervously on his desk.

"Mr. McCarty is aware and should be here soon Ms. Swan," the doctor said.

"Good, because I just want to get this over with."

"That is easier said than done," the doctor said.

"I'm well aware of that, I just meant this part of the mess," I said with a frown.

I was now stuck with Emmett McCarty for life. Oh happy day.

We would have a lot to discuss when he finally graced us with his presence, that much was sure. The sound of the door opening drew my head around, and there he was. The handsome yet idiotic devil.

He looked...bedraggled.

There were dark circles around his eyes and he just looked...tired.

And in that instant of insanity, I felt sorry for him.

Perfect. Stupid hormones.

-.-TA-.-

EmPOV

She was already there waiting. I wasn't surprised when her angry face turned towards me. Huh? She didn't look plain today. Her hair, which I hadn't noticed before, was a sea of mahogany framing her face.

She was kind of pretty, now that I had a chance to see her again.

How had I not noticed that before?

Didn't matter, she was still the most horrific female I'd ever met.

"Sorry I'm late," I said in apology to her and the doctor.

She grunted something and turned away from, "Can we get this over with?"

Yup, she was still the unbearable shrew I had met a few weeks earlier.

"I take it you're pregnant?" I snapped.

"As a matter of fact, I am," she snapped back.

"Good," I said. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

That gave her a pause. She gnawed on her bottom lip, and I found myself drawn to the sight. I shook my head slightly and looked away.

"You're right," she said finally, softer this time. "That is what I wanted, and I'm very happy about it. Thank you."

That was unexpected.

Her thanking me, that is.

"Well I'm glad that at least some bit of good has come from this," Dr. Gerandy said.

"Before your arrival Mr. McCarty, we did a check on Ms. Swan and she's perfectly healthy and is indeed carrying your baby. I've already prescribed some pre-natal vitamins for her and given her details on what to expect in the first trimester. You two can discuss that on your own," the doctor said.

That was it?

He stood and excused himself, "I have other patients to see, you both can see your way out."

He left us alone after that. It was mighty quiet in the office now. I cleared my throat and she rose a brow at me.

"Would you like to go somewhere where we can talk?" I asked.

"You're actually making an attempt to be civil?" she asked.

"And you're making it very hard," I retorted.

She shrugged, "Fair enough. I am quite hungry now that you mention it."

"I know of a place where we can talk without interruption," I said rising as she did.

"Cool, I'll follow you there I guess," she said pulling on her worn jacket.

I nodded and waited until she went through the door before following her.

We really had a lot to talk about. Now how to make her listen, would be another task. I had my work cut out for me.

-.- TA -.-

BPOV

The man was insufferable.

Now he was being nice. It was unsettling. I was more prepared for the asshole he had been of late. Maybe he was in shock. I followed him along the highway until he pulled off the road and into what appeared to be private property.

Where the hell were we?

I pulled in next to him and waited as he got out of his car before I got out of mine.

"Where are we?" I asked locking my doors.

"This is my home," he said.

"Your home?" I squeaked out.

He nodded and walked over to me, offering his arm. I ignored it of course. I didn't want to touch him, well unless I was going to slap him. He shrugged and moved off in the direction of the pathway, passing the door.

"Aren't we going inside?" I asked walking quickly to catch up with him.

"This is the Great House," he said nodding to the imposing building. "We're going to my cottage."

"So who lives there?" I asked.

"My parents," he said in a brusque tone.

Didn't he and his parents get along?

We walked down the winding path until we came to the most beautiful house I had ever seen.

"This is your house?" I asked.

He nodded, looking at me curiously. "You hate it don't you?"

I turned and glared at him, "Because it's yours, you think I'd hate it?"

"I wouldn't be that surprised with that reasoning," he said with a shrug.

I rolled my eyes, "I think it's beautiful."

"Thanks," he said unlocking the door and stepping aside to let me enter first. I had died and gone to heaven, the inside of the house was simply stunning. It was beautifully decorated, obviously by a woman, but there was still something undeniably masculine about it.

"My mother decorated," he said startling me a bit.

How did such a big man be so damned quiet?

"She did a wonderful job," I said looking around.

"Make yourself comfortable," he said reaching for my coat.

"Uh huh," I said shrugging out of it and walking over to the plush couch.

He hung up the coat and then rejoined me, "What would you like to eat?" he asked.

"Anything that is not chicken," I replied wrinkling my nose.

"You don't like chicken?" he asked.

"I love chicken," I said ruefully. "But this baby obviously doesn't."

His gaze wandered down to my stomach and his eyes widened, "Oh."

"Yeah...she's a little hellion already," I said placing my hand on my still flat stomach.

"She?" he asked, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

I nodded, "I've always wanted a little girl."

"Ok."

He headed into the kitchen I presumed and I got up to follow him. He was cracking eggs into a bowl, when I walked in.

"You can cook?" I asked completely shocked.

He rose a brow at me and started beating those eggs, "Why shouldn't I be able to cook?"

"Men whores usually don't know how to do simple shit," I answered with a smirk.

"Touché," he said pouring the egg into the sizzling pan on the stove. When did he turn that on?

Ten minutes later, I was sitting at the island munching on the most amazing omelette I had ever eaten.

"This is..." I paused to take another bite, "...delicious."

"Thank you," he said. "So what do you want to talk about first?"

I pushed away my plate and took a drink of the water, before looking at him.

"How about we start with why the hell were you willing to pay some floozy that shit load of money just to have your baby."

A/N: It's really about time these two started getting along right? Still they're a long way from being best friends, but I guess they have to start somewhere. At least they've been able to be in each other's presence for more than five minutes without murder taking place. LOL

Up next Bella hears the reason behind Emmett's desperation, and she gets to meet daddy dearest...wonder how that meeting is gonna go? *snickers*