I'm sorry about the 'no action' in the last chapter, despite all your darling reviews about black-out sex lmfao. I love you guys so much. You really know how to boost my ego, and make me write more :)

I do not own Emmett, Bella or the others. I just play with them :)

Chapter Twelve

BPOV

I woke up the next morning to brilliant sunlight shining on my face.

I rolled over expecting, what exactly, I don't know, but that didn't quell the disappointment when I realized Emmett wasn't there.

Then the nausea hit; I scrambled to my feet, twisting in the covers and barely made it to the bathroom and emptied my stomach.

I was in there for a long time, cursing in my head every time I retched into the bowl.

Damn stupid morning sickness.

Baby, please be good for mommy, I pleaded silently.

Finally after a few more minutes of endless vomiting, my stomach settled enough for me to get up and wash up. I left the bathroom and headed back to the living room. It was still empty and the house was quiet.

I gathered up the bedding and folded them neatly, putting them on the couch.

When I was finished I went into the kitchen to see if Emmett were in there, not that I expected him to be. Sure enough he wasn't.

Where the hell was he?

I rummaged around in the cupboards and found some biscuits, and while I was waiting for some water to boil for my tea, I nibbled on a few. It actually kept the nausea in check. Thank God.

I was halfway through my tea, when I heard the door open. I whirled around expecting to see Emmett, instead I saw a slim blonde man.

He was looking down and I coughed, alerting him to my presence. His head snapped up and his eyes flew up to my face, the shock quickly melted away to a smile.

"Well hello there," he drawled.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"He was right," he said with a chuckle. "You are rude as hell."

"Excuse me?" I said.

"I'm James," he said stepping closer and stretching out his hand.

"I don't care who you are," I replied eyeing his hand disdainfully.

"And you must be Bella," he went on as if I hadn't spoken. "I'm Emmett's best friend."

"I'm amazed he has friends," I said snappishly.

"You really are a first class bitch huh?" James asked cocking his head on a side to regard me closely.

Well fuck you, I thought.

"Anyway, Emmett had to leave early this morning, something came up," he said walking over to the fridge, completely ignoring my lack of conversation. I turned to watch him with a frown.

"So he asked me to come over and let you know," he continued. "Although I can see that you couldn't be bothered."

"Don't come in here assuming you know me," I snapped.

"You've done a pretty bang up job of letting me know who you are," he said turning to face me, the bottle of juice halfway to his head.

"Do you live here?" I asked, getting up and snatching the bottle from him just as he was about to put it to his mouth.

"Do you?" he replied.

He had me there. I didn't. I wasn't even Emmett's friend.

"You're right," I said handing him back the bottle. "Tell Emmett I went home. He knows how to find me if he needs me."

I turned to walk out of the kitchen when James said something, "I'd really like you to stay, so we can get to know each other."

"I have no clothes here," I replied quietly.

"Emmett has tons of T-shirts and boxers," he replied.

Gosh, this man had an answer for everything under the sun, didn't he?

I sighed, knowing I was defeated. "Fine, can I at least take a shower?"

"By all means, go ahead," he said. "I'll make breakfast. Do you want anything in particular?"

"No..." I said. "Make whatever."

"You sure? Pregnant women usually have very demanding tastes," he said.

"I'm good, as long as it isn't chicken," then I continued to the bathroom.

Stupid girl. You don't know where anything is, I thought to myself.

I opened the bathroom door and let out a small scream; James was standing there, with a very amused look on his face.

"Sorry," he said. His hands were full of...what were his hands full of?

"These are the clothes you're going to need," he said. "And a fresh towel."

"Um...thanks?" I said.

"You're welcome," he said with a smile. "Now get your cute little tush in the bath, so we can get on with the niceties."

I gave him a fake smile, took the things and went back in the bathroom. I could hear him laughing as he walked away.

Jackass.

The bathroom was actually quite lovely, now that I could see it, in its entirety. My previous visit, I had only noticed the intricate detail on the porcelain toilet bowl. And when I got some money, I would definitely be investing in one of these shower heads. I was in Heaven.

By the time I was dry and dressed, James had the house smelling wonderful.

"Oh my goodness, in here smells lovely," I said taking a deep breath when I stepped into the kitchen.

"Thank you," he replied putting a plate in front of me.

Everything looked lovely, I didn't waste anytime. I grabbed a fork and dug in, I was starving.

"If only I could get everyone to eat my meals with such gusto," he said sitting across from me.

I swallowed and looked up at him, "What do you do?"

"Absolutely nothing," he replied cheerfully. "I live off my parents at the moment."

Was he serious? He looked serious.

"Well good for you," I said returning to my plate.

"Thanks," he said with a laugh. "Maybe you should speak to my parents so they could understand how good it is for me."

"I was being sarcastic," I told him.

He gasped and held his hand over his heart dramatically, "What? You weren't being real with me? Oh God, no."

I put down my fork and looked at his smirking face, and then I was laughing. James laughed right along with me.

"You have a nice laugh, and it totally makes you look younger when you do it," he said.

"Are you implying that I look old?" I asked raising a brow at him.

"Nope, not at all," he said his lips twitching.

"Screw you," I said with a smile.

"Nah, I'm good," he said taking a bite of his breakfast. "So let's start over shall we?"

"I guess," I said finishing up the last of my French Toast. "I'm Bella."

"I'm James, it's nice to meet you Bella," he said holding out his hand.

I shook his hand, "Nice to meet you too."

"So Bella, what is it that you do?" he asked.

"I work at a flower shop," I told him, sipping my juice.

"That must be fun," he said. And he didn't say it in a derogatory way either, which was a refreshing surprise. Most people from his obvious status, usually treated my job as something to be ashamed of.

"It has it's moments," I said.

"How'd you and Emmett meet?" he asked switching subjects.

"I'm sure you already know that," I said giving him a pointed stare.

"Oh I know from Emmett's point of view, I'd like to hear your interpretation of it," he replied sitting back and watching me.

"Do you have to do that?" I asked.

"Do what?" he asked.

"Stare at me like that?" I said.

"Sorry, I like to look at the person I'm talking to," he said. "Nasty habit."

"Huh," I said shaking my head.

"I met him at a fertility clinic," I said.

"Lovely, why were you there?" he asked.

"Oh I was just passing through the neighbourhood and decided, 'Hey I'm here I could as well try to get pregnant!'," I told him.

"I like that spontaneity in a person," he replied.

I laughed at that, I actually liked this guy. He wasn't pretending with me. Hell, it was like he was me with balls.

"Yeah, so they got the specimen, mixed up and bada bing, bada boom, I'm carrying Emmett's baby," I finished.

"You poor thing," he said leaning forward with a wistful smile on his face.

"Thank you!" I cried out.

"So now you're stuck with the asshole," he said sympathetically.

"Oh my God, yes!" I told him emphatically.

"I know how you feel, well sort of," he said. "Emmett's my best friend so I know he probably reacted badly to it at first."

"That's an understatement," I said with a snort. "He was a total dick."

"Opposed to you being a total bitch?" he asked.

Wait a minute, what? I didn't see that coming.

"Yeah, you're trying to figure out how I switched teams so smoothly huh?" James said with a smirk.

What the hell? He was good.

"Okay," I said. "I bite."

"Both of you were shell-shocked by this whole thing right?" he said. "And both of you are obviously spoiled and used to getting your own way, so neither of you took the time to sit back and come at the situation calmly and like responsible adults."

I think I hate him now.

"Yes, I know I'm right," he said with a grin.

"Bite me," I snapped.

"Again...nah I'm good."

"So you're saying we were both wrong?" I asked.

"Yip," he replied.

"I see, fine. Maybe you're right."

"I am right," he said.

"Right, so tell me about Emmett," I said, suddenly curious to know more about the man who I was going to have a baby with.

"What do you want to know?" James asked getting up to clear our plates away.

"Anything you can tell," I told him.

So I spent the next few hours talking to James, and learning all things Emmett. I listened as he went on and about, how great Emmett was, could be, if I'd just give him a chance. I was surprised that he was so adamant about it, but I guess that's what best friends are for, right? Still, there was more to it than met the eye, I'd think about that later. But listening to him, was way better than resorting to the tabloid write ups about Emmett. When my stomach grumbled, signalling time for lunch, James got up with a smile.

"That baby is just like his father," James chuckled.

"Her father," I replied.

"Sorry, her father," James said with a laugh. "I take it you're ready for lunch."

I smiled, "I guess I am."

James stood up, "What are we having?"

"Pizza?" I said hopefully.

"I know this great pizza place close to here that delivers," he said. "Want anything specific on it?"

"No I like most everything, oh can I have extra mushrooms?" I told him.

"Sure," he said grabbing the phone. "Anything else?"

"Yeah," I told him pinning him with my gaze, "How long have you been in love with Emmett?"

A/N: And yup...I've left it there. *goes off to take a nap* Will probably post again later :D Toodles ~ Riney