Got some time today, and I'm home tomorrow and I'm feeling 'write-y' lol soooo that said, ya'll can expect some more today and tomorrow :)
Thanks for standing by me, work and all that ish, get in the way of creativity sometimes but...I'm baaack!

The characters were created by SM, I gave them a new life and a different story to tell. Hope you guys are still enjoying. ~ Riney.

Oh, and a shout out to Thea...who was uber excited about her name being in the story. *laughs loudly* Crazy girl. Love ya sweets.

Chapter Thirty-Three

BPOV

I was gonna fucking murder Edward Anthony Masen!

I was getting my groove on and the little shit head chose that freaking moment to call out for me.

Who the hell cared about food at a time like that?

My stomach gurgled in protest at that thought, so I gave a little. Well sure I was a bit hungry, but I was getting my fill of Emmett.

Wait, did I just think that?

I tugged my vest back in place and scooted off the bed, readjusting my shorts as I closed the bedroom door behind me.

I bit back a groan as I made my way to the kitchen.

I could not possibly be thinking about Emmett this way.

I didn't like the guy.

Not even a little bit.

He was rude, egotistical and a player.

He was just not my type of guy.

'Who are you trying to convince?' that pesky little voice in my head asked.

And it was right, much to my chagrin. The little shit.

Obviously this pregnancy was sending me over the deep end.

I was conversing with myself much more often than I ever had before.

I sighed and slowed my steps. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts.

If I were to be completely honest, then I couldn't say that I didn't like Emmett.

He had started growing on me.

He was mindful of the things around me, always making sure I was comfortable, even if he didn't do it himself directly.

It was if he never wanted to take the credit for the things he did, but I mean who else could it be.

The added room to the house, which was to be a nursery, the quiet walks that he would invite me on with him.

It happened so fast, I had missed it completely.

Emmett McCarty and I had become friends, sort of.

Wow.

'And now you want to jump his bones,' the voice was back.

For fuck's sake go away!

I did though, want to jump his bones.

Gah.

I had turned into a hormonal blob.

Which brought us back to the matter at hand.

The murder of Edward.

I could see the headlines now: 'Man murdered in kitchen by pregnant best friend, after he interrupted her from being on the receiving end of coitus.'

I chuckled to myself and pushed open the kitchen door.

Edward turned and gave me a wary smile, that didn't reach his eyes, like his smiles usually did.

"What's wrong?" I asked momentarily forgetting my issue.

I was in BFF Mode.

"Jesus B, just gimme a minute to catch my breath," he said, clear indication something was wrong. He was doing the avoidance tactic of his.

Well tough for him. I wasn't having that bullshit.

"Whatever Eduardo," he hated when I called him that, and he glared at me.

I crossed my arms over my chest and rose a brow at him challengingly.

Try me buster.

He sighed and finished taking the food containers out of the bag, admittedly I got distracted minutely by the heavenly scent leaking out of the styrofoam.

"Do you think I'm a..." he began, stumbling over his words.

"A what?" I asked my brows snapping together in confusion.

"A man-whore," he said so lowly I almost missed it.

My reaction probably wasn't the best, based on the expression on his face, but I couldn't help it.

I laughed so loudly.

He glared at me and turned away with a huff.

"Hey," I said walking over to him and touching his shoulder. "You're not a man-whore. What made you believe that?"

"I am kinda though," he said shaking his head.

I waited for the explanation, because I knew that he would give one.

"I'm never in a relationship longer than two months, I discard my lovers like dirty underwear," he said the digust for himself heavy in his voice.

"That doesn't make you a man-whore Eddie," I said softly.

"Then what does it make me?" he snapped angrily.

I didn't know what to say. It was obvious that this topic was weighing heavy on his mind, and no matter what I said, his mind was made up on it.

"I'll be right back," I said. "This conversation is not over, I think it's time you and I sat down and had a really good talk. I want to know what brought on all of this."

"It's nothing to worry about Bells," he said. "Go have breakfast with Emmett and forget I even asked."

"I'm going to ignore that and I'll be right back," I said with a small growl. It was time Edward and I talked about his past. When I met him, he was such a quiet person who never talked about his earlier life, and although I knew there had to have been some sort of story, I never pushed it.

I figured that he would tell me about it when he was ready, well I'd have enough of him not being ready, and now with him asking questions about what I thought of him, I'd say it was time enough.

I grabbed Emmett's breakfast and walked back to the bedroom, opening the door I headed towards the bed.

My face flushed as the memory of what had happened in this room a few minutes ago, came rushing back. Emmett's back was to me and I wondered if he had fallen asleep.

"Oh God, is that food?" he groaned before turning over to face me.

My eyes travelled down his body and landed on the impressive tent in the sheet before I blushed and snapped my eyes up to his. The bastard was smirking and I rolled my eyes, "I brought your breakfast."

He grinned and sat up against the pillows and I handed him his container. He eyed it and then looked at me, a confused look on his face.

"Aren't you eating with me?" he asked with a small frown.

"I wish I could," I said with a shake of my head. "But something's up with Edward and I think he needs a friend right now."

He watched my face, probably searching it to see if I was bullshitting him, and then he nodded. "Fine, but you owe me."

"I guess I do," I said sticking my tongue out at him, thinking belatedly that was a mistake. His blue eyes darkened and the look on his face let me know he was hungry, but definitely not for pancakes and eggs.

Why the hell did Edward have to be having issues now?

Oh God, I was a horrible friend.

"I'll be back soon," I told him backing out of the room.

"I'll be right here waiting," he called as I closed the door and headed back to Edward.

Now to get the situation with Edward sorted so I could get back to the hotness in my bed.

-TA-

EdPOV

Now why'd I have to go and open my big mouth to Bella for?

Now she was gonna come back out here, guns blazing and demand I tell her everything.

Stupid Edward, stupid.

I never told her about Aro because I was ashamed.

Ashamed that I had been his toy, used and abused for his own enjoyment.

I was ashamed that I hadn't been strong enough to see it at first.

I didn't want Bella to think any less of me, God knows I did a good enough job at that already.

I was picking at my breakfast when she came back into the kitchen, her face slightly flushed. Wonder what that was all about, but knowing Bella, if I asked she would smell my diversionary tactic a mile off.

She grabbed her container, "Come, let's go to your tree," she said.

"You're hardly dressed for going outside and it's cold," I replied.

She rolled her eyes, "Well get the blankets because we're going."

No point in arguing with her, I went to the linen closet and grabbed a few blankets and followed her out. She was already walking across the pasture, turning once to see if I was following.

Bossy bitch.

And I loved every bit of her.

I caught up quickly and when we reached the tree, I spread out the blankets and waited for her to settle down.

"I'll talk to you in five minutes," she said opening the container and devouring the contents.

It almost made me sick to watch her eat. I had doubled everything I ordered since her appetite had grown in huge leaps and bounds recently due to the little bambino growing inside her, and she was now stuffing it rapidly in her mouth.

"Would you at least chew some of it before swallowing?" I asked making a grimace.

She raised her head, her mouth full and she made a show of chewing before swallowing down the breakfast.

"It's your fault I'm starving," she said when her mouth emptied.

"My fault?" I squeaked.

"Yes," she said with a nod. "Don't ask how, it just is. Good."

We sat there in silence for a few minutes as she finished up her breakfast, when she had finally cleaned the container she leaned back and rubbed her stomach.

"This baby is gonna go walking with me when he or she gets outta here," she said with a tender smile as her hand caressed her stomach.

"You're still too thin," I said with a frown.

"Yeah, yeah I know," she said. "So you wanna explain what the man-whore thing was about?"

"I don't really want to," I grumbled.

"Well tough," she said crossing her arms over her chest. "Start talking pretty boy."

I sighed and took a deep breath, going over in my head where I should begin.

"You know I don't care if you were some sort of drug dealer or anything like that before right?" she said softly.

I loved this woman.

"I love you," I said scooting close and kissing her cheek.

"I love you too Eddie," she said resting her head on my shoulder. "Now quit stalling."

I smiled then and started to tell my story, from the beginning. Even going back to my less than perfect childhood.

By the time I got to the part about Aro, she was livid.

"Do you know where this asshole is?" she spat out getting to her feet.

"No," I said watching as she started pacing.

"Well I'm gonna find him and rip him a new asshole!" she said. "I can't believe he did that to you, the stupid fucker."

She didn't hate me.

She didn't think it was my fault.

I had to calm her down.

"Bella, relax," I said coming to my feet. "Think about the baby."

"The baby is fine," she snapped. "I'm going to need a really good lawyer by the time I'm done with him."

"I thought you were the best lawyer you knew," I said trying to lighten the mood.

She glared at me.

Okay, not in the mood for jokes huh?

"Now what made you question yourself being a man-whore?" she asked suddenly.

I gulped.

I thought she wouldn't have remembered that bit.

Yes, I'm an idiot.

"It was nothing," I said with a shrug.

"Edward Anthony Masen, don't fuck with me right now," she growled.

I blurted out what happened between James and me earlier at the diner.

Her eyes widened and she stomped off, quicker than I could react. She was already half way to the house when I realized she had moved.

Oh shit.

A/N: Dear Lord, someone's gonna get it. And right now it looks like it's gonna be James. Poor thing. And Aro better keep out of Bella's way.

Now...*clears throat* I'm really not liking the way you are all attacking MY Eddie. *sniff* He's not a bad person or a 'creepozoid'. Good.

To the other reviews...I would love to reply but after having my internet dicking around all day, (this chapter was finished since this morning, then my internet went off) I'm freaking tired, hungry and not in the best of moods. So I'm off to get something to eat. I'll reply next chapter. Which will probably be tomorrow morning now. Love you all *kisses* ~ Riney