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Author's Note:
I got a new story! I was thinking about posting this as a second story since it won't require that many changes and edits like Love & Pride does. I don't have a specific update schedule in mind, I will just upload as the chapters are ready. This story is fluffy with almost no angst, lots of humor and babies. It's a lighter read than my other works lol
Enjoy!
Bella
"You're pregnant?!" Rosalie stormed out of the bathroom like a madwoman and in her hand she held a pregnancy test wrapped in toilet paper. She waved it in front of Alice, who just happened to be walking out of her room when Rosalie came out. "Oh God, Mary Alice Brandon, please do not tell me this is the reason you and my brother are getting married on such short notice!"
"What are you talking about? We've been engaged for two years and have been planning this wedding for over a year," Alice said completely dumbfounded. "If that would have been the case, little Evan would be walking by now. Plus, I'm also on the pill and my period, so that pregnancy test is not mine."
"It must be, it was in your bathroom," Rosalie said, sarcastically. "And I actually like the name Evan."
"I know right! I can't wait!" Alice squealed, clapping her hands together.
"Aha! So it is yours!"
Alice groaned. "Did you just not hear me say that I'm on my period and on the pill?"
"Then whose is it? It's certainly not mine, I already have a man-child to deal with and I am not ready to have a whiny little Emmett at the moment."
"Well..." Alice trailed off and there was a short moment of silence in the room. "You do realize that there's a fourth person in this room whose face we need to get on right now."
"Fourth?"
"Because the third is living inside her!" Alice snapped.
Their eyes meet mine through the reflection of the TV. I look at my own reflection sitting on the couch with an open magazine that I am no longer reading on my lap. I slowly close the magazine and turn to look at them, giving them a small smile.
"I'm gonna go," I say and point at the door. I then bolt out my seat and run to the door. Unfortunately Alice is faster and blocks my exit before I can make it through the kitchen. "Goddamn you're fast!"
Rosalie steps in beside her still holding the positive pregnancy test.
"You're pregnant?"
"No!" They both glare at me. "Kind of..." They cross their arms over their chest, looking at me accusingly. "Okay, I am. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get out of here before you-"
"How? When? With Who? Do we know him? Have you told him? How far along are you? How?" They start throwing questions at me so fast that it's hard to pinpoint who is asking what.
"-start shouting questions," I finish the sentence for myself and just stare at them as they continue shouting their questions at me. Once they realize I'm not gonna answer, they shut up. "Thanks."
"Bella." Alice took my hand. "Is it true?"
"Rosalie is holding the stick I peed on that has the plus sign."
There's a small thud on the floor exactly where she dropped the pregnancy test.
"Whose is it?" She asked as she wiped her hand on Alice's shirt. Alice slaps her hand away and looks at me with wide eyes.
"Immaculate conception."
Alice slaps me on the arm this time, hard.
"Ouch, Alice!"
"Whose is it? Oh, no please don't tell me it's Jacob's!"
"No! No, it's not Jacob's. Someone, okay? Look, I haven't told him yet and until I do, I would really appreciate it if neither of you said anything to the boys. They will start getting all fussed up and Emmett will most probably want to kick some innocent guy's ass and I can't deal with that right now."
"Come here." Alice takes me back to the living room. I prop down on the middle cushion as they each take a seat on either side of me. "How are you feeling?"
I shrug. How am I feeling?
"It... it doesn't feel real. I mean, a little stick just told me I'm gonna have a little human I'm gonna be responsible for, for the next eighteen years and I'm just... having a hard time believing it, you know?"
Rosalie leans in. "Have you made the appointment?"
"Yeah, next week."
"Wait, next week is the rehearsal dinner!"
"Before the rehearsal, Alice," I reply. "Anyway, until then, I just want to lay low and probably talk to the father while I'm at it."
Both Alice and Rosalie nod to themselves, thankfully not pushing the subject on who the father is.
"Wow, can you imagine? Bella will be the first one of the group to have a baby and she's not even married."
I roll my eyes and look at Alice. "Gee, thanks Alice."
"I'm just saying. I always thought you'd be married first and perhaps wait for a couple of years before having a child."
"Not that I didn't want it that way, but I like working backwards," I say sarcastically. "Anyway, I'm already freaking out about this, can you cut me some slack?"
They both nod and give me supporting words.
Unfortunately, it didn't end there.
"WHO THE HELL IS PREGNANT?!"
We all turn to the front door, where Jasper and Emmett are looking down at the pregnancy test Jasper is holding. I groan, grabbing a cushion and burying my head in it. Alice and Rosalie both jump into action, running to the boys before they start firing up questions. Emmett is about to start yelling before Rosalie gets in and tells them what the situation is.
No, Alice is not pregnant. No, I am not pregnant Emmett, stop freaking out. Yes, Bella is pregnant. We just found out. No, we don't know who the father is, she won't tell us. How am I supposed to know? She's the one who got knocked up!
After the four of them stop arguing, Emmett sits on the floor beside me and presses his nose to my ear. I sigh against the pillow.
"You okay, Itsy Betsy?" He asked in a childlike voice.
"Never been better." My voice is muffled by the pillow. "Are you mad at me?"
"Surprisingly not. I always thought the moment I found out my little sister was pregnant, I'd be the one throwing punches, unlike dad."
"He is really mellow."
"He gets it from Mom."
"That's true."
"Bella?"
"Hmm."
"Can you look at me?"
I finally push myself off the pillow and look at my brother. He is smiling at me and pulls my hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. "You're not mad?"
"No, not yet. Right now I just want to know how are you feeling?"
I shrug. "Empty, which is weird because now someone will occupy a little bit too much of my personal space for the next nine months."
Emmett laughs. "Now an actual baby will be under that shirt and not a basketball."
I smile. "Yeah..."
My brother gives me puppy eyes, pouting his lips. "Can you tell me who the father is?"
Oh.
"About that..."
"Bella, please."
"Emmett, I want to tell him first and talk things through with him before making any kind of announcement. Just please, don't tell Mom or Dad, I know they will freak out in their weird, spiritual way they do when something bad happens."
Emmett nodded with a sigh, sitting back on his heels.
"Fine. You have my word."
There's a short beat of silence in the room. But then Jasper steps in and says, "You know who we should really keep this from? Edward."
My brother laughs. "Oh yes, he'll freak knowing someone knocked up his best friend. If you should be afraid of telling anyone, Itsy Betsy, it should be him. He loves you more than I do," he jokes and I try my best to laugh, but I can't. Fuck. He sees my worry and wraps an arm around me. "Aw, don't worry, sis. The worst he can do is beat the shit out of the guy. It'll take it off my to-do list. When is he coming back from his business trip anyway?"
"He should be on his plane ride back home at this hour," Alice said. "I had just gotten off the phone with him before Rosalie came storming out of the bathroom yelling are you pregnant? Little did we know, she was barking up the wrong tree."
They all laugh, but I can't.
Yes, we should really keep this from Edward. I would so much rather we don't tell him in the following nine months. Perhaps after the baby is able to talk, he or she can tell him then? Oh, who am I kidding, Edward is going to see right through me. The moment he lays eyes on me, he's gonna know something is wrong and he won't let it go until he squeezes it out of me. I really want to ask them if it's possible for Edward to beat himself up, because if that's the case, it'll be something worth watching.
I still can't believe this. After so many years of friendship, this happens?
Edward and I have been best friends, basically family since my freshman year in high school. We had a very special friendship from the beginning. People thought we were dating for the longest time, all four years to be exact. I mean, I did have a crush on him during the first year, but it's something that died down over time. Yes, we went to every homecoming together, hung out all the time and went to both proms together, but we were always friends. There was never a need or something that told us we could be more. We were true best friends, that's all. We formed our little group once my brother started dating cheerleading squad captain Rosalie and her brother started dating Edward's sister. And yes, it was kind of hard to date the guys I had crushes on because of the rumors of me dating Edward, but after we all headed off to college, it was all good.
He and I have been dating different people over the years. I mean, he even got engaged to the Queen of the Seattle Sluts, but fortunately he saw how big of a slut and the terrible person that she was, and that all went to hell before he went through the worst decision of his life. He supported me when I ended my four year long relationship with Jacob after we both realized we both wanted completely different things in life. He wanted a life with just the two of us, I wanted marriage, a house, children and dogs.
But it seems now I just skipped right to the children part before anything else.
But Edward and I were each other's support system. The ones we talked to when we felt no one would understand.
One night.
That's all it took.
One drunken night in Las Vegas, chemistry, butterflies, dizziness and more drunkenness and I slept with my best friend. Just a month and a half ago we both agreed that it was a huge mistake that we would never talk about and we even shook on it the morning after...
And now, here I am, pregnant apparently, sitting in a room with my brother and my friends who are all wondering who the hell the father of my child is and who have no idea that the father is currently flying back from New York to Seattle. They have no idea the father of my baby is the last person on this Earth they would ever suspect.
The father of my baby was my best friend, Edward Anthony Cullen.
Now there's a sentence I never thought I'd say.
Author's Note:
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Chapter Two Preview -
"Um, I'm not acting weird because of some birth control thing," I say. "It's something else. A bit more complicated."
