After this chapter Em is gonna need some consoling. Poor little darling. And Bella really does have a big mouth. Gotta work on curbing that.
Chapter Eight
BPOV
I couldn't believe the nerve of the man standing before me. How dare he come in here and blatantly call me a whore. He knew nothing about me.
Fucktard.
He was now gawking at me with a look of incredulity on his face.
Yes, Mr. Asshole. I am not your son.
"How dare you?" he sputtered.
I rose a brow at him, "How dare I? You are the one who came in here and called me a whore. How dare you?"
His mouth gaped a bit, and he reminded me of a guppy. Had him there didn't I?
"Well..." he began.
"Well nothing," I snapped. "You have no idea who I am or why I'm here. Is that how you treat all of your son's guests?"
"My son hardly ever has guests," he spat.
"That is besides the point," I snapped back. "Do I look like a whore to you? Am I naked and panting? Am I riding your son's dick in the middle of the living room?"
"Well...no," he said having the grace to look embarrassed.
Good.
"Exactly," I said folding my arms over my chest.
"Bernard, I believe that you owe this young woman an apology," the woman I assumed was Emmett's mother said with a fierce frown on her face.
"I apologize Ms..." he paused.
"Ms. Swan," I supplied. "The acceptance of the apology is pending however."
He looked at me in total disbelief. Yeah, bub. I am not someone to mess with.
Emmett chose that moment to find his voice back.
"Mom, dad, I'd like you to meet Isabella Swan," he said coming to stand next to me.
"Bella this is my mother Patricia and you've already met my father, Bernard," he said with a small smirk.
"A pleasure to meet you Mrs. McCarty," I said offering her a smile.
"Lovely to meet you," she said returning my smile. "I do apologize for my husband again."
"You have no reason to apologize, he was the one being an ass," I said.
She flushed and nodded, turning to Emmett. "You didn't mention you were having guests darling."
I turned to Emmett and gave him a wicked grin.
"Emmett!" I said in a high-pitched voice. "You didn't tell them yet?"
Emmett's eyes bugged out and he shook his head, "Told them what?" he asked through gritted teeth.
I smiled totally ignoring him, "Why the good news silly."
"What good news?" his mother asked. "What is she talking about sweetheart?"
"Nothing," Emmett said catching my hand and pulling me close to him.
"Whatever you're up to, stop it now," he hissed in my ear.
"Relax," I whispered. "Why Patsy, Bernie I'm having your grandchild."
The look on both their faces was priceless. I turned to Emmett and grinned, he didn't return my grin. In fact he looked positively dangerous.
"Great going Bella," he snapped.
What? I did nothing wrong.
It wasn't as if they weren't going to find out anyway.
-.-TA-.-
EmPOV
I never wanted to strangle a female before now.
What the hell was she playing at?
I looked at my mother and father to see their shock written all over their faces. Bella turned and walked to the couch and sat down with a smug expression on her face.
Did she think that her little revelation was going to make things better?
"Emmett you better start explaining and fast," my father said being the first to snap out of the shock.
"Is it true? Is she really having your baby?" my mother said.
"I have no reason to lie," Bella said from the couch.
"Bella. Shut. Up." I said angrily.
Her mouth snapped together so hard, I heard her teeth clink together. Finally.
"Yes, she's pregnant," I said to my parents.
"Is it even yours?" my father asked eyeing Bella warily on the couch.
"Yes it's mine," I said softly.
"Oh darling, you didn't tell me you were seeing anyone," my mother said throwing her hands around me in elation.
"We're not seeing each other," I told my mother.
"Then how?" she asked looking between me and Bella with confusion.
"Probably one of his many girls who he knocked up and now she's here trying to get money from him," my father snapped.
"That's enough!" I shouted.
"Bella and I have never even seen each other naked," I said trying to control my anger. "She was artificially inseminated."
"What?" my father asked.
"You know? Turkey basted?" Bella said coming to rejoin me.
I rubbed my face with an agitated swoop. Why wouldn't she just shut up?
"Someone better start explaining what the hell is going on around here this instant!" my father bellowed.
"You wanted this!" I shouted. "You wanted me to produce an heir, it's done. Now get the fuck out!"
I was tired of this. Of them. Of everything.
"Honey," my mother said.
"Not now mom," I said sinking into the chair, my face buried in my hands.
"I'm sorry baby," she said touching my hand sympathetically.
"This is far from over," I heard my father say.
"Bernard, shut up!" I heard my mother snap and the two of them continued arguing on the way out.
It was blissfully quiet after a few moments. I had forgotten that Bella was still there.
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
"Just get out," I said not even looking up at her.
"Em..." she began.
"Get the fuck away from me," I said angrily. "You have just made my already fucked up life worse. I'm sure you'll go home and laugh about it into the night."
I turned and walked away leaving her there.
A/N: And I just wanna hug him close and never let him go. *sigh*
Bella's made a mess, is she going to try and fix it? Don't worry I won't make you wait too long to find out :) ~ Riney.