Yes I have a big mouth and I know how to use it. I also know when to admit I'm wrong, I might've gone a little too far this time, but I'm gonna fix it. ~ B.
I don't own them, I just make them do strange things in my world.
Chapter Nine
BPOV
And just like that I felt horrible.
Gone was the arrogant man who had dropped into my life. He had been replaced by a sad and angry little boy who had spent years of his life living in the shadow of his verbally abusive father.
I had watched him walk away leaving me staring after him, not knowing what to say.
This was my fault.
I shouldn't have mouthed off to his father like that. I shouldn't have spilt the beans about the baby in that way.
Me and big mouth.
My mother always said it would get me in trouble.
I had made a big mess. Now I had to try to fix it. I pulled out my cellphone and called Edward.
"Hey doll where are you?" he asked when he answered.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I said opening the front door and walking out.
"Try me," he said with a laugh.
"I'm at Emmett McCarty's house," I said.
"You lying bitch!" he cried making me laugh.
"Would I lie to you?" I said walking briskly. Outside had gotten chilly. The sky had darkened, with the promise of rain.
"What are you doing there?" Edward asked.
I told him off the past few minutes events and he was tsk'ing into the phone.
"You and that mouth," he said.
"I'm going to fix it," I said.
"How?" he asked.
"I don't know yet," I admitted.
"Well you better get your cute little ass on it," Edward said.
"Yeah, and I've told you a million times to stop checking out my ass," I said with a laugh.
"Tell your ass to stop being so darned cute then," he joked back.
"I might not come home," I said.
"Ohhh," Edward said making kissy noises into the phone.
I rolled my eyes, "Get real Masen. I'll see you tomorrow."
"I would say use protection, but he's already knocked you up," Edward said with a big laugh.
"Edward Anthony Masen you are such a slut," I cried with a giggle.
"And you love me," he said.
"And you love me," I replied.
"Don't you ever forget it," he said.
I smiled and ended the call. I had reached my destination. The Great House. Bernard McCarty and I had to have a discussion.
-.-TA-.-
EmPOV
I heard the door close behind her and I felt the wave of pain that had been threatening crash over me. The tears came then, I was so tired of all this crap.
The tabloids believed I was a happy, carefree playboy who had everything served to him on a silver platter.
Yes I had an assortment of women to my disposal and I was less than proud of some of the things I had been involved in. After I had to stop playing football professionally because of a busted knee, I decided that it was time to live my life.
My father had other ideas for me. He wanted me to take over the family business. That was not me. I didn't mind taking over the sporting aspect of the business, because that was my first love and it gave me the opportunity to be still involved in the world I had been thrust out of.
I was young and I used that as basis to go out there and party away my life. I was having fun. I didn't want to be in a serious relationship. I didn't want to be tied down with a wife and a baby. It wasn't even in my thoughts.
Then my grandfather died.
And my world changed. Suddenly everyone wanted me to settle down and be something I was not ready to be. My father, who had never been supportive of my sports career, started to come down on me harder.
I was not being a man.
It was time to leave the stuff of kids behind.
Who the fuck made him boss of my life?
And now this mess with Bella and the baby. I wasn't ready to become a father. I made that stupid decision on a whim, now I couldn't even take it back. How the hell was I going to cope with this.
I just lay on my bed, letting the tears fall.
-.-TA-.-
BPOV
I rang the doorbell and waited, rubbing my hands together.
A few moments later the door opened, and Emmett's mother stood there with a look of surprise.
"Ms. Swan?" she asked.
"Please call me Bella," I said with a smile.
"Please, come in," she said stepping back to let me in.
"Thank you," I said as she closed the door behind us.
"How can I help you Bella?" she asked.
"I've come to apologize to both you and your husband," I said quietly.
"I see," she said.
"What happened over at Emmett's house was me throwing a tantrum," I said. "I was mad at Emmett and I wanted to hurt him because of something he had said to me earlier."
"Hmm," was all she said. "Please follow me."
I followed her down a long hallway into a cosy sitting room.
"Please make yourself comfortable," she said. "Would you like to something to drink?"
"No thank you Mrs. McCarty," I said sitting down.
"Please, call me Patricia," she said pouring herself a cup of tea.
She sat down and she looked at me intently for a few moments without saying a word. I felt like I was back in highschool, in the principal's office.
"How did you and Emmett meet?" she asked finally.
"At the fertility clinic," I replied.
"So you really are pregnant?" she asked.
I nodded, "Yes, we found out today."
"I'm completely confused, how did this happen?" Patricia asked putting down her teacup.
So I spent the next few minutes explaining to her the events that led up to today.
"Oh my," she said covering her mouth.
"Why would he feel so desperate to do something like that?" I asked.
"His father is not a bad man," Patricia said.
I snorted then apologized. First impressions counted alot for me, although I probably hadn't made a good first impression on them either.
"He's just a bit hard," Patricia said.
"Too hard," I said.
"Perhaps," she replied.
There was no perhaps to it. The man was a bully, and he was bullying his own son, who from what little research I had done, didn't deserve it.
Just then the man in question walked into the room and his he smiled at his wife before turning to face me. The smile died on his lips and his face hardened.
"What is she doing here?" he said.
"Mr. McCarty," I said standing up to greet him. "I have come to apologize for my behavior earlier."
"Well you should," he retorted.
"I believe you owe Emmett an apology as well," I said waiting for the outburst.
He laughed.
"Whatever for?" he asked.
"He has done nothing wrong here," I said.
If anyone had told me two hours ago that I would be standing here defending Emmett McCarty, I would've laughed in their face.
"Oh and I assume you know everything about my son," Bernard said with a sneer.
"I know enough," I said trying to reign in the anger that was bubbling in my chest. "Like how your son looks up to you and only wants you to accept him for who he is."
"And what is that young lady?" he said. "A playboy who has no plans of growing up?"
I gritted my teeth, "Yes, Emmett may have some unorthodox ways with women."
I snorted mentally at my own description of him. I personally thought he was a man-whore.
"That's an understatement," his father said.
"Fine, you win," I said. "But have you ever just talked to him?"
"About what?" he asked.
"About anything," I replied trying to understand if this man was honestly that clueless.
"Or have you ever told him that you're proud of him?" I continued.
"Of what? His short-lived football career?" he said with a derisive laugh.
"Short-lived as it may have been, it was pretty impressive," I said.
"Huh," was the reply I got.
"She's right you know darling," Patricia said joining the conversation. "Maybe the way you've been dictating to Emmett is causing his rebellion."
"He's almost twenty-five, he's had enough time to rebel Patty," he said turning to his wife.
"Not when you have a bully of a father, who all you want from him is acceptance and love," I piped in.
"I love my son," he said looking at me with shocked eyes. "He knows that."
"Does he?" I asked. "I'm carrying your grandchild Mr. McCarty and I do not want my son or daughter growing up with a tyrannic grandfather."
"I see," he said regarding me thoughtfully.
"Well I figure that I've given you something to think about, I have to get back over to check on Emmett. He wasn't in a good state when I left," I said heading towards the door.
"Ms. Swan," Bernard called as I stepped through the door.
"Yes?" I said turning around.
"I think I might like having you in my son's life," he said and I could've sworn I saw a glimmer of a smile on his face.
"Good evening," I said with a smile.
Patricia followed me out, and surprised the hell out of me when she gave me a fierce hug.
"Thank you," she said.
I didn't know exactly what for but I smiled and headed back to Emmett's place.
Now to fix the mess with the big boy.
A/N: All Bernard needs is someone to stand up to him. Bella has the balls to do it. Will her little talk with the patriarch solve some of this family's issues? We'll see. Now she has to go back and fix the mess with Emmett. Wonder how that's gonna turn out. Until next time duckies. *mwah*