The game of 20 Questions begin. Let's see if our favorite dysfunctional non-couple (for now) can survive the game unscathed.

I do not own the characters, SM does that. I however own a very vivid imagination. *wink* ~ Riney

Chapter Seventeen

EmPOV

The little weasel knew how to play.

She was currently kicking my ass, and doing a little victory dance.

"You're cheating!" I said with a frown.

"I am not," she said rolling her eyes in my direction.

"You're just a pansy ass loser," she said grinning as she once again killed my character.

We had worked out the stipulations of the game; the person to win five games first, got to ask the first five questions.

That was Bella's fifth win, consequetively.

"I win," she said smugly, resting the control on the table.

"I'm aware," I said through gritted teeth.

"So I get to ask the first five questions," she was smiling.

I threw my control down in frustration.

"Ask away."

"Okay question number one," she said pausing to bite her lip.

Distraction much?

Stop that.

"What's your favorite color?" she asked.

Brown. Like your eyes.

Where the hell did that come from?

"Um, I don't think I have one," I said. "Probably earth tones."

She nodded, "Cool. When was your first kiss?"

"Seriously?" I asked with a smirk.

She shrugged, "We're getting to know each other."

Fair enough.

"I was thirteen. She was older than me, by two years. It was terrible. I bit her lip."

Bella doubled over and a burst of laughter flew out of her mouth.

"Smooth," she said between guffaws.

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. Next question."

"What's the longest relationship you've been in?"

That was a really good question.

It made me think.

"Probably about eight months," I said with a small frown. That wasn't very impressive.

Bella nodded, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth again.

I wonder if her lips were as soft as they looked.

"What went wrong?" she asked finally.

"She wanted more than I could give," I said, feeling my frown deepen. "I wasn't ready for what she wanted. The house, kids, dog and cat, you know? I just wasn't ready for that."

She nodded before asking her final question this toss, a question that I myself hadn't thought about.

A question that should've been on my mind without any prompting from Bella.

"And you're ready for it now?"

-.-TA-.-

BPOV

I could practically see him thinking, the wheels turning in his head.

I was really interested in this answer. My first few questions were there to just get him comfortable. Humor tended to relax a situation. He hadn't thought about it before, I could tell. He was thinking about it now. I wish he'd think faster, I had to go to the bathroom.

"Am I ready for it now?" he finally said, startling me when the lips I had been staring at, moved.

I must've made a sound of some sort, because he leaned forward and touched my hand.

A gush of wind flowed out of my mouth, coming out as a squeak when my eyes flew down to where our skin was joined.

"Are you ok? Is it the...the baby?" he finished in a frantic whisper.

I was shocked.

He cared.

About the baby, at least.

"I...we're fine," I said, flexing my hand under his, breaking the spell.

He leaned back too quickly and hit his head against the back of the chair, "Unf," he said throwing his arm up to rub his head.

"I was..."

Hell I don't know what I was.

I cleared my throat, "I'm fine. Answer the question."

"I don't know if I'm ready," he said pinning me with his gaze. "Is that what you wanted to hear? To throw my immaturity in my face?"

Whoa there big boy, I'm not saying anything.

"Emmett," I said. "Calm down. It was just a question."

Yes. I can be the peacemaker if I choose to be.

His mouth snapped shut and he closed his eyes, cutting our connection. I surged to my feet, "I'm going to the bathroom."

I was out of his vicinity before he had a chance to react.

I used the bathroom, and washed my hands and threw water over my face.

My skin looked horrible. All splotchy and pale.

How was Emmett standing to look at me?

Not that I cared what Emmett thought.

"You ready for the next set of games?" he asked holding up the control, when I walked back in to the room.

So he was just gonna drop it?

If that's what he thought.

I grabbed my control and the game began.

I lost the first game, and the second game.

I was too busy looking at Emmett's face as we played.

He seemed so young and carefree then. Nothing like the guarded man he showed the world.

"You're not even trying," he said snorting a laugh out.

I flipped him the bird and continued playing. I won the next three games.

"I'm thirsty," he said a few seconds later, pausing the game. "You want anything?"

"No, I'm good for now," she replied.

"Ok," he said standing up.

I stood up and followed him, "Emmett?"

He stopped and looked at me, "Yeah?"

"I just wanted to let you know that, I didn't know if I was ready yet either," I told him.

His eyes narrowed for a minute then he replied, "Oh."

I nodded, "I've always wanted to be a mother, but I wasn't sure if I was ready."

He nodded, getting the juice from the fridge. "That's nice, but save all that for my questions."

I almost smiled, the next set of questions had my name on them.

"Believe what you must," I said with a sly smile.

That smile left my face fifteen minutes later when Emmett broke our four game tie, earning him the right to the next five questions.

Dammit.

A/N: I just wanna say a great big thank you to all of you who sent your questions. I love you! So you know the usual, let me know what you think.