I just want to personally thank all of you lovely ladies for reading this story. I'm working on not being such an ass. It's a work in progress for me, but Bella can be quite stubborn and drives me up a wall. ~ Emmett
I'm adorable. Ignore the monkey man. ~ Bella
I'm Stephenie Myer...okay so maybe not, I just use her characters for my own fun times.
Chapter Seven
EmPOV
I had to admit, that was a really good question. One I hadn't been ready to answer.
Bella was looking at me, waiting for my explanation.
"Um," I said, trying to figure out where to start.
"Quit stalling and try honesty," she snapped.
Did she have to be so damned crass?
Jesus.
"I'm not stalling, I'm trying to get the story straight," I told her.
"I don't need it to be straight, just truthful," she said pulling her hair back off her face.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Braiding my hair, it's getting in my face," she said giving me a strange look.
"Sorry, let me get to the story," I said.
"That's what I wanted to hear," she said as we headed into the living room.
So I found myself telling Bella the story of my insane grandfather's dying wishes and the stipulations of his will. When I had finished I looked over at Bella who was looking at me with a weird expression on her face.
"You ok?" I asked.
"And your parents have gone ahead with this?" she asked.
"My mother isn't too keen on it, but my father insists it would be good for me," I said scoffing.
"Good how?" she asked.
"When you figure it out let me know," I said.
"And they added on something to it recently you said?" she asked with a frown.
I nodded and swallowed.
"Yeah, apparently the mother of this heir must move in with me and we have to live together for five years," I said quickly.
"Say again?" she asked.
"We have to..." I began.
"No I heard you, I just can't believe I was actually hearing that shit," she said getting up from the couch.
"Your parents have to be fucking crazy," she said.
I couldn't fault her that. I thought the same thing sometimes myself.
"Tell me more about yourself," I said suddenly wanting to change the subject.
"More about me?" she asked looking at me with a shocked expression.
"Yeah, we really should get to know each other," I said.
"Hmm, I guess that's true," she said.
"How old are you?" Emmett asked.
"Old enough. Has your mother never told you its rude to ask a woman her age?" she snapped.
"Jesus woman, it was an honest question," I said even though I already knew the answer thanks to the thorough check I had done on her.
"I know that," she said moving to sit back down. "I'm twenty-four. How old are you?"
"Twenty- three," I said.
"How old was the floozy?" she asked.
"She wasn't a floozy," I said. "Her name is Kate."
"She wasn't? That explains why she ran out with your money," Bella said.
"She returned the cheque," I said not knowing why I was defending Kate.
"Well oh happy day for you," she said sarcastically.
"What do you like? In general," I asked trying to ignore her barbs.
"I don't like you," she said. "I think you're spoiled and arrogant."
"I think you're a bitch so we're even," I snapped getting up.
"Fuck off," she said.
"I wish I could tell you the same thing," I said.
"I wouldn't give a shit if you did," she said glaring at me.
"Ugh!" I said throwing my hands up in the air. "Why the hell did it have to be you in that room?"
"I ask myself that very question every time I look at your face," she said getting up and marching over to me.
"And yet you wonder why none of your boyfriends would stick around long enough to get you pregnant the old-fashioned way."
I didn't expect the slap that came next.
My face stung from the impact.
"You know nothing about me, you fucking prick!" she cried. "I'm happy that I'm going to have a baby, but I am sorry that the father is you!"
Then she turned away from me and promptly burst into tears.
Oh shit.
I didn't mean to make her cry.
Great going Emmett.
-.-TA-.-
BPOV
The nerve of that fucking asshole.
I was not crying.
Oh, but I was. Big, fat, stupid tears.
How could he even say the shit he did?
If I killed him I would get off right?
I think I read somewhere that pregnant women couldn't be charged for those sort of crimes. Something to do with hormones or something to that effect.
"You are such a jerk," I said brokenly between the sobs that were escaping my mouth.
"Oh hell," he said coming over to me. "I'm sorry."
"Yes you are. The sorriest bastard I've ever met," I told him.
"I didn't mean to say that," he said touching my shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" I hissed whirling around to face him. "Don't you dare!"
The tears were flowing more. I really wanted to hurt him.
"Bella," he said.
"Just shut up," I told him, my voice cracking from the emotion.
"Come here," he said pulling me into his arms.
I tried to fight him, but I was too emotionally wrung out and even though I would never admit it openly, being in his arms felt so good. I pounded my fists against his chest before finally giving in and just sobbing into his shirt. And he stood there, just taking it all. He rubbed my back and murmured words I couldn't make out.
I sniffed and pulled back, "What?"
"I said I'm sorry for being an insensitive bastard," he said looking me dead in the eye.
He had great eyes, and gorgeous lashes.
Whoa there, back up Bella. We're not supposed to be thinking that sorta ish. You hate this guy.
"Well you are an insensitive bastard, so I guess it's really hard for you to step out of character," I told him.
"I guess I deserve it," he said letting me go, and oddly enough I missed his warmth.
"You do," I said taking the tissue he offered me to wipe my face.
"Can we just start over?" he asked looking put out.
"I don't know if I'll ever like you," I said. "But I guess for the baby's sake we have to try to at least get along right?"
He looked over at me and nodded. "I'm willing to try."
"Fair enough," I said. "I'm Isabella Swan," I told him putting my hand out for him to shake.
"Emmett McCarty," he said shaking my hand. "Nice to meet you."
"Wish I could say the same, but hopefully you'll work on that," I said.
"I thought you said..." he began.
"I'm being honest," I told him.
He nodded, "Okay."
"Let's discuss the terms of your previous arrangement and see if I can alter it to best suit me," I told him.
"You mean the money aspect of it," he said.
"I don't want your money," I said.
"But you're not turning it down are you?" he asked.
"The money won't be mine," I said trying to reign in my anger. "It will be for our child."
"This child will want for nothing, so you getting money is not necessary," he replied coldly.
"The fuck it isn't," I snapped.
"How much do you want?" he asked.
"Not as much as your floozy agreed to," I said pissed that he was willing to give her his money but acted all offended when I did it; to him I was a money grabbing whore.
"How much?" he repeated.
"Ten thousand dollars," I said.
"Done," he snapped. "Do I make out the cheque to you?"
"No," I said. "Make it out to the bloody tooth fairy."
"Whatever," he said. I'll have my lawyers draw up a fresh contract for you to go over and sign.
"Seems logical," I said. "Just so you know, I'm not going to be using any of your money on me. All of it goes to my baby."
"How saintly of you," he snarled.
"Doesn't matter what you think of me," I said.
"Good, because it's not much," he replied.
"Trust me, I think less of you."
He didn't get a chance to reply because we were interrupted by voices coming into the house.
"Emmett are you home?" a woman's voice called out.
"He has to be here, his car is parked out front," a male voice replied.
I looked over at Emmett and saw him pale visibly.
"Guess I get to meet the parents sooner rather than later," I said to him just before the middle-aged couple turned the corner and joined us in the living room.
-.-TA-.-
EmPOV
What the hell were my parents doing over here?
They couldn't have picked a worse time to come pay a parental visit.
"Hi mom," I said rushing over to give her a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh darling, I didn't know you had company," my mother said peeping over my shoulder to see Bella.
"Dad," I said addressing my father.
"Is this another one of your whores?" my father asked and I heard the sharp intake of breath from both my mother and Bella. I turned to her and offered her an apologetic glance, before turning to put my father in his place.
I didn't get the chance.
How the hell did she move so quickly, I'd never know, but before I could blink Bella was standing there in front of my father.
"Now I see where Emmett gets his classic assholism from," she said looking my father dead in the face.
"Excuse me," he sputtered.
"You sir," she said. "And the sir is used very lightly, are a first class asshole."
My mouth dropped open in shock, and I cheered inwardly. For the first time in my life, my father was speechless. It was a good look on him.
Bella Swan just earned a bit of my respect.
A/N: More of Bella and Bernard next chapter, which won't be until tomorrow...its a holiday tomorrow, although I shouldn't tell you greedy ppl that...you'll expect more lol not to worry that was the initial plan anyway. Smooches. Night lovelies ~ Riney.