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Chapter 9: Dumbo and Braceface

Chapter 9

BPOV

“Fudge, that’s good.” I moaned, as I took a sip of Edward’s mango and strawberry smoothie. We were both on our way to meet Charlotte Taylor, the wife and realtor of Riley Taylor; one of Edward’s high profile clients. He gave me a confused look.

“Fudge?” he questioned.

“Yeah, fudge. Instead of saying the f-word, I say fudge instead. I don’t want our babies hearing that kind of language. It’s inappropriate.” I reasoned. He rolled his eyes at me.

“You do realize you’re talking to the king of swear words, right?” Edward grinned. I nodded my head in amusement. It was true; Edward definitely cursed like a sailor and was lucky if he managed to make it through the day with only a few curses falling from his mouth.

“I know. I just don’t want our kids to grow up cursing.” I sighed. I felt him grab one of my hands and press it to his lips.

“I know love. I’ll be more careful with what comes out my mouth. “He answered and I burst out laughing.

“You do realize how dirty that sounds right?” I chuckled; he threw me an amused grin before looking back at the road.

“Well, look who’s being inappropriate now. You have a one track mind Mrs. Cullen.” Edward smiled, giving me a cocky wink and smirk.

“Ha, ha. Eyes on the road, fudger.”

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“And this house has four bedrooms and…..” Charlotte continued, as I looked around. This was the tenth house we’d seen today and nothing seemed to even remotely attract Edward and mine’s attention. I let out a sigh. This seemed to be hopeless. It was already nearing two ‘o clock and I was already beginning to feel the day’s exhaustion wear over me. I looked over at Edward to see that he looked just as bored as I did.

 I looked back over at Charlotte. She was oblivious to our ignorance and continued her ramble, while we trailed mindlessly behind her. She was pretty I guess. Dark blue eyes and raven colored hair. She must have been two or three years older than me, but carried herself as if she was much older. Charlotte seemed nice, but every time I looked at her, I felt like something was off about her. Edward must have felt the same way because the next thing I knew, he was leaning down to whisper in my ear.

“Why is she walking like that?” he asked. I looked at him curiously.

“What are you talking about?” I questioned, thinking my husband had finally lost his mind.

“Look at the way she’s walking.” He whispered loudly into my ear. Luckily Charlotte didn’t hear him. I looked over to see what he was talking about and nearly choked on my spit.

Charlotte’s walk for the matter was something I could only imagine seeing on television. She was sort of waddling; a hop I think; her legs shifting from side to side, almost like she was uncomfortable. I quirked an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t know, but she looks like she’s in pain.” I answered, looking back over at her.

“No, it looks like she got something stuck up her ass.” Edward whispered loudly. I smacked him hard on the chest. Not only for cursing, but for also alerting her to our little conversation.

“Excuse me?” she asked, her blue eyes looking at us curiously. Edward looked a little flabbergasted, so I quickly spoke up.

“Uh…nothing. We were just going to ask if we could look around a bit.” I lied. She seemed to accept it and gave me a small smile.

“Okay, I’ll give you a few minutes.” She said, as I pulled Edward towards the kitchen. Once we were inside I hit him on the arm. He winced.

“Ouch woman, that hurts.” He whispered.

“What was that?” I questioned. Edward looked at me with amused green eyes.

“I just call it like I see it. You saw the way she was walking, no one walks like that.” He grumbled. I hit him again.

“Stop hitting me. Christ that hurts.” Edward winced, rubbing his arm.

“What if she just walks like that? You shouldn’t even be watching her walk like that anyway.” I huffed, sending him the stink eye. There I go again with the mood swings. Edward just grabbed my hands and pulled me towards him. I guess he as used to it by now.

“Relax love. The only woman I would ever watch that way is you. ” He cooed. My stomach let out a small thump.

“See, the babies agree with daddy, don’t you?” he grinned, leaning down to my stomach, where a new round of thumps broke out. It was odd to think I had something moving inside of me, let alone mistakenly thinking it was gas. I let out a small smile.

“Ah, that’s my girl. You want to get out of here?” he asked, and I nodded my head.

“Yeah. I’m tired, hungry, and a little bit gassy.” I answered. “Besides, this seems a little hopeless. None of these houses feel right.” I sighed.

“Me too, well at least not the gassy part.” I smacked his chest. “You’re right; none of these houses appeal to me. Maybe we should call it a day; go out another time?” I nodded my head. Pulling me behind him, we exited out of the kitchen and back into the living room only to catch Charlotte in the midst of digging for gold.

Yeah you know exactly what I mean. She was muttering to herself and I was faintly able to catch the end of “No more thongs for me.” when Edward cleared his throat.

She abruptly turned around, nearly stumbling in her heels. If she could blush her face would be beet red considering the position she was just caught in.

“Uh, we’re going to call it a day. Thank you so much, but I think we may do a bit of looking on our own. If not, we’ll be sure to call you.” Edward grinned. Charlotte let out an embarrassed laugh.

“Sure thing Mr. Cullen, it was a pleasure.” She replied reaching out her hand. The exact hand that was just caught down the back of her skirt. Edward looked at it mortified. Quickly seeking a distraction, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my belly.

“Ooh, the babies are getting restless. I think it’s time to go.” I grinned, hoping it didn’t appear as a grimace.

“Yeah, thank you Charlotte. We’ll keep in touch.” Edward answered, as we both headed for the door. Once we were in the vicinity of the car, we both broke out into hilarious fits of laughter.

“God, did you see her face. She was mortified. Then she had the nerve to want to shake my hand. Can you believe it?” Edward cackled. “Thanks baby, for getting us out of there.” Edward smiled, starting the ignition.

“Thank you, but I wasn’t lying. I meant what I said. The babies are getting restless, because their mommy is hungry, tired, and gassy.” I answered tiredly. “Can we get something to eat? I asked.

“Anything for you love.”

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“What the hell, Bella!” Edward screeched in the shower as I barged in. He reflexively tried to cover himself. I rolled my eyes.

“Uh, sweetie? It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. Pregnant remember?” I laughed pointing to my stomach. “And don’t forget the remnants of my shirt and underwear all over the bedroom Mr. Cullen.” I grinned, as I headed for the toilet. I really had to pee. Finishing my business, I washed my hands and grudgingly pulled myself up onto the counter.

“So how do you feel about a little bit of baby shopping tomorrow?” I asked, kicking my feet back and forth.

“You want to go shopping? I thought you hated it.” Edward said giving me a nice view of his wet behind.

“Well…not for me per se, but I would for the babies. Which by the way, I have a doctor’s appointment on Thursday.” I told him. He nodded his head, as he washed the tangled reddish brown curls from his face.

“Okay, I’ll mental note that. What time?” Edward asked turning off the shower. He then proceeded to grab a towel off one the shower rails and exited; wrapping the towel around his waist.

“The appointment’s for ten thirty, but you know how that goes. Its either really early or too long. The only reason I brought it up, was because Dr. Biers told me we could check and see if we can determine the sex of the babies.” I said. My eyes widened as Edward approached me. He gently wrapped his arms around me. His skin was still slightly damp, but the soft warmth and scent of his skin was enough for me to let out a soft whimper of content.

“And how do you feel about that?” I asked.

“How do you feel?” He asked back. I swatted his arm.

“I don’t know. That’s why I asked you first.”

“Well, I mean I’m open to whatever you want. It would make shopping and setting up the nurseries easier, but then again I’m up for surprises.” He answered.

“That’s how I feel too. I guess we’ll just see when the time comes.” I replied. He wrinkled his nose at me.

“God, I hope our kids inherit that.” I laughed kissing his nose.  I hopped off the counter and headed back to our bedroom.

“What, my weird little face quirks?” Edward groaned, as he went to go grab a pair of boxers.

“I happen to love your little quirks, especially when you wrinkle your nose like that. It makes you look cute.” I smiled lying on the bed beside my pregnancy pillow.

“Baby, I’m not cute. I’m rugged.” Edward smirked, flexing his arms cockily, revealing the tender muscles of his arms. I let out a loud snort, and then blushed embarrassedly. Married or not, I hated to blush in front of people. It revealed all of my emotions and I hated showing that kind of vulnerability to people. I closed my eyes.

“And that is what I hope our kids inherit.” I heard Edward say softly beside me. I felt him trail a finger down my cheek and felt my traitorous blush attack my face once more.

“I don’t. It’s nerve wrenching.” I groaned, covering my face with my arm.

“No it isn’t. Its endearing.” Edward said. I opened my eyes to see him looking down intently at me; his glasses perched on his face, his green eyes twinkling. I felt my face break out into a small smile.

“That’s my girl and you know what else I want them to get?” He asked. I tried to think of what he would say; eyes, lips, nose, hair color, skin?

“No, I give up. What?” I asked.

“Your ears.” He answered.

“My ears?”  I mumbled self-consciously. Every woman had the one body part they were self-conscious of and mine were my ears.

Blame my mom, but hers weren’t really noticeable. Mine on the other hand stood out.  I usually tried to hide them behind my hair so no one would really notice, but when I started grade school I was constantly teased about it.

 It also didn’t help that Liam used to call me Dumbo when we were kids. This usually resulted with me in tears and a very sad twelve year old Liam who wasn’t able to watch his cartoons on Saturday.

 I was sort of immune to it now, but occasionally Liam would bring it out, and get the guys to go along with it. That made me extremely mad and when I’m mad that equals a mad Edward who definitely didn’t get any for the next two weeks.

“Uh why?” I huffed. I let out a soft whimper as I felt his warm breath touch my neck. He whispered into my ear.

“Because I love you and it’s a part of you so I love it as well. Not only that, but at least I know if I need help, I know you’ll be listening.” He said, and I looked at him with wide eyes. He burst out laughing.

“Sorry, love.” he grinned. I pouted at him un-amused. He kissed my lips.

“Well if it helps, I hope they don’t inherit my teeth.” Edward grunted beside me, while I snugged against his chest. I looked at his mouth.

“But your teeth are straight, baby.” I replied.

“Now they are, after four years of braces.” He rolled his eyes.

“And yet you still have that crooked smile, Braceface.” I yawned, exhaustion suddenly overwhelming me. I heard him let out a soft chuckle.

“Ha ha.Go to sleep love. We’ll talk about this some more in the morning.” Edward replied taking off his glasses and the light, before pulling the covers over us. The air conditioner was on low and a soft breeze blew throughout the room, making me shiver. Edward wrapped his arms around me.

“I love you Braceface.” I mumbled sleepily.

“Love you too, Dumbo.”

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“Babies R Us? Really Bella?” Edward asked, as we pulled into the store parking lot.

“Uh yeah, where else would we go? It’s not like Seattle has baby stores piled everywhere.” I answered as Edward helped me out of the car. I was just approaching 22 weeks, but I was huge. I couldn’t even get dressed anymore without Edward’s help. He watched me like a hawk and I couldn’t do anything without him there.

Three days ago, I had decided to take a nice soothing warm bath while he was away at work, but didn’t realize that once I got in, I couldn’t get out. I tried everything, but it was like I was suctioned into the tub. That’s where Edward had found me thirty minutes later, where I had drained out the cool water and covered myself with a towel. I even had a book to keep me occupied.  Ever since then, I couldn’t do anything without some sort of assistance.

I was dressed comfortably in a pair of maternity jeans alongside a blue tank, paired with a grey cardigan over it.   I had opted for my favorite pair of converse much to Alice’s dismay. She of course found out our plans. How she found out, I would never know, but she definitely voiced her concerns, when she promptly decided to pop up at our home this morning with a furious expression on her face.

Earlier that morning….

“You’re going shopping without me!” She screeched, storming through the front door.

“Why did we give her a key again?” Edward mumbled, from his bowl of cereal. I ignored him and turned back to my disgruntled best friend.

“Al, we want to get some stuff for the babies. Is that such a crime?” I asked, taking my own bite of cereal.

“It is when I can’t come. How could you do this to me?” she pouted, tapping her feet.

“Don’t be like that Alice. Edward and I just want to do this on our own; at our own pace. You understand right?” I reasoned. She seemed to ponder it for a moment.

“Yeah I do, but dressed like that; have you no modesty?” she asked. I looked down at my clothes. Nothing seemed out of place. I looked back up at her.

“What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?” I asked.

“Bell, the outfit is cute, but not the shoes. You should wear the Loubi’s I loaned you.” Alice responded.

“Al, everyone cannot be like you. I’m already clumsy, not to mention extremely pregnant to the point I nearly fall forward. Are you really trying to kill me?” I huffed, crossing my arms defensively over my chest.

“Oops I forgot. But that doesn’t explain why Edward looks like a bum.” She pushed.

“Hey, what did I do? There’s nothing wrong with the way I’m dressed.” He said, pushing his glasses back up his face. His eyes had been irritating him lately so he opted for his glasses today. I made a mental note to make him an appointment with the optometrist.

“Oh pluh-ease.” She grumbled, running her hand through her spiky black hair.

“Alice, is there any purpose behind your little visit? We need to leave soon.” Edward asked, wrapping his arms around me. He rested his head on top of mine.

“Well excuse me, for wanting to shop with my best friend.” Alice whispered, soundly slightly hurt. I let out a small sigh.

“Al, if I agree to let you help with the nursery will you let this go?” I asked. She let out a small squeal before hugging me.

“Ah! Yes, yes, yes! Ooh I have to plan. Bye Edward; Bella.” She beamed, running out the door. I heard Edward let out a small chuckle.

“I swear I think she was dropped on her head as a kid.” He grumbled. I rolled my eyes.

“Ready to go?” I asked. He nodded his head and grabbed his car keys. We both headed out the door ready for the day’s events.

………..

“Maybe we should have brought Alice.”  I grumbled. We had been in Babies R Us for the past four hours. We had nearly two baskets filled with stuff, and we weren’t even halfway through. We had grabbed the few basics: diapers, toys, bottles, pacifiers, steamers, etc.; ordered the cribs and baby carriers, but when it came down to clothes, we were completely lost. I really didn’t feel like waiting to buy clothes, but without knowing their sexes it was going to be difficult.

“How about a few gender neutral colors? Light blue, yellow, and white.” Edward asked and I nodded my head. I looked down to see what he was holding.

“Yeah, but babe pink isn’t exactly gender neutral.” I pointed out. Edward was holding a cute little pink onesie that read “Daddy’s little princess.”

“I know, but wouldn’t this be perfect for our daughter?” he grinned, looking down at it; love beaming in his eyes.

“You don’t even know if we’re having a girl.”

“And? It wouldn’t hurt to get it though.” He pouted. I rolled my eyes.

“Fine. But, the rest have to be gender neutral.” I said sternly, although I had a huge smile on face.  It was so sweet to see Edward enamored with all of this. He was going to be such a good father. We picked up numerous little outfits and was just about to head towards the stroller aisle, when I heard a sickly sweet voice call out from behind us.

“Oh, Edward.” We both turned around.

“Oh sh-, sugar lumps. This wasn’t good. Not good at all.

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Chapter 8: Just a Bit of Gas

Chapter 8
BPOV
"Oh lord, I'm dying." I moaned to my brother, as we sat outside on patio of his apartment. It was Wednesday and I was spending the day with my brother. We took a nice long walk and headed back to his place, where I was spending the rest of my day, at least until Edward got home.
My back was killing me and my stomach was bothering me like crazy. I swear the sounds my stomach were making could be heard from the complexes above and below us. The sensation itself was odd.
"Rub my back please?" I asked and Liam looked at me like I was crazy.
"You want me to do what?" he gasped. Oh, my brother the ever persistent drama queen. He was beside me lounging on a lawn chair, sunglasses perched on the top of his head, his blonde locks all over the place, as he looked at me with mischievous brown eyes that so mirrored one of mine.
"Rub my back please Li? You'll be the best big brother in the world if you do this for me." I begged.
There was this one spot on my back that was just painful. It seemed like every time I moved it moved; from the top of my back to bottom, and then the middle to the side. It was like I had a huge dance party going on in my back and I was uninvited. Liam let out a huge gust of air. Again, there goes my brother being dramatic.
"You're so lucky you're my sister. Hell, even Seth has to work for it. If he wants a back rub, he usually has to bi…"Liam started, but I cut him off with the wave of my hand.
"Please Li, my stomach's already upset. Unless you want me to puke all over your shiny new Prius below us, I suggest you shut up and rub my back." I huffed, as he settled behind me on one of the sun chairs he had out here.
"Geez, booger calm down. And please don't puke on the car, I just got it waxed." Liam pleaded, as he began kneading the tense muscles of my back. His hands felt like heaven and I thanked the heavens it was my brother who was rubbing my back and not someone else because what happened next, I knew I would never live down.
As soon as Liam hit the spot down by my lower back, I let out the loudest fart I ever had in my whole entire life. I know that sounds like I'm exaggerating, but sadly I'm not. I even think the sound alone lasted about 6 seconds. I immediately felt my face flush. I turned to look at Liam who was looking at me with shocked eyes.
"Booger! You…you...you just farted on me." He screamed, getting up from behind me. "That's so effin gross!" he bellowed loudly, that I swore the old bag next door even heard us.
"Sorry?" I answered half apologetic and relieved. Apologetic; because I passed gas on my brother and then relieved; because not only had all the pain in my back ceased, but so did the fluttering sensation in my stomach. This brought about a round of thought.
It was just gas. Mental note to self: back pain equals gas and back rub equals instant relief…and a traumatized Liam.
I was still watching my brother freak out when Seth came through the door a few bags in tote. After dropping a few bags on the counter, Liam then proceeded to throw himself at Seth.
"Seth, babe, Bella just farted on me." He cried dramatically, and I rolled my eyes, as I struggled to get to my feet. Seth seeing my struggle quickly released Liam and helped me up to my feet.
"Now Bella, explain to me why you decided to fart on my man?" Seth grinned, pressing a kiss to my temple. I let out a small huff.
"Well, it wasn't like it was intentional. My back was hurting and I asked him to rub it for me. How was I supposed to know it was gas?" I grumbled, when the nauseating scent of something fishy invaded my senses. I felt myself go green.
"What's that smell?" I asked, as I felt my stomach begin to gurgle once more. That was definitely not a good sign.
"Oh, I picked up some fried fish on the way home. Want some?" Seth asked, waving the bag in front of my face.
"No!" I moaned, as I ran towards the bathroom, where I promptly revisited my breakfast. I finally understood the truths people said about morning sickness, afternoon sickness, and everyday sickness. Breakfast was good the first time around, but definitely not the second.
This went on for a couple of minutes, and once I was through, I felt extremely exhausted. My stomach felt like it was heading for a round two when I felt a hand rub up and down my back soothingly. I looked up into the concerned eyes of my brother. I gave him a sheepish smile.
"I thought this kind of stuff grossed you out." I mumbled as the nausea subsided. He helped me up to my feet and shrugged.
"Oh it does…. But like I said booger, you're lucky you're my sister and that I love you because I'll always be there for you…." He drew off, before giving me his signature mischievous smile.
"Even if you do fart on me."
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EPOV
"Mr. Cullen?" my assistant Mrs. Cope, called over the intercom in my office.
"Yes, Mrs. Cope?" I asked, shuffling a few papers off to the side of my desk.
"Your wife's on line 2." She stated, and I felt a smile stretch across my face. Thanking her, I quickly ended the line before switching over.
"Hey Love." I beamed.
"Hey." She breathed. "I miss you." She whispered.
"I miss you too, but I'll be home in a little bit. What have you been up to?" I asked, relaxing back in my seat, casually laying my legs across my desk, in the process knocking over a few files. Oh well, work could wait.
"Well, I visited with Liam and Seth for a while, until I got sick from the smell of fried fish." Bella grumbled.
"I'm sorry to hear that love." I answered. It was rare for her to get sick, but I knew when she did, it often took a lot of energy out of her.
"No I'm fine, but that wasn't even the worst part. I accidently farted on Liam." She whispered so quietly, that you would have thought she had said nothing at all.
"Can you repeat that for me?" I asked, and she let out a huff.
"I accidently farted on Liam." She screeched. I felt the laughter rush out my chest before I could stop it.
"You did what?" I laughed, slapping my hand hard against my pant leg. I saw Mrs. Cope peek at me through the door, but I just waved her off.
"Shut up! It's embarrassing enough, without you laughing at me." She grumbled. I smiled to myself.
"Well you have been a little gassy lately baby."
"I know, but lately it just feels weird you know? It's like a fluttering sensation, or almost like a goldfish swimming-…." She began, but I cut her off as Mrs. Cope peered through the door once more.
"Your 2:30 is here." She mouthed. Shit, I had forgotten all about that meeting and it was with a really important client too. I hated to cut it short with Bella, but I just had to go.
"Love, my next client is here. I have to call you back." I answered apologetic.
"Don't worry about it. I'll see you when I get home. What do you want for dinner? I'm going to head to the store in a little bit." She asked and I felt my stomach grumble in response. My baby's food was better than any chef or mother's cooking out there. Yeah, even better than mom's cooking.
"Mmm, lasagna with homemade garlic bread." I replied, my mouth instantly watering. I heard her sweet chuckle on the other line.
"Okay baby, I'll see you soon. I love you." Bella said and I could just imagine the smile on her face.
"Love you too." I closed, as I waved my 2:30 appointment in.
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BPOV
"Milk, eggs, cheese, bread, butter…." I rambled as I wrote down my shopping list. Our refrigerator was nearing empty and knew it was time to stock it back up. I also had to pick up my prescription of neonatal vitamins.
Carefully heading down the stairs, I headed towards my car, Jerry trailing behind me. He had gotten extremely clingy lately, and I knew he was feeling a little neglected. I was surprised he even felt that way and the babies weren't even here yet. I just this car ride seemed to ease is worries. Helping him into the passenger seat, I headed towards the driver's side of the car.
Here came the struggle. Again.
You wanna what that struggle is huh? Let me lay it all out for you. The seat in the car only goes back so far, and I would love to see someone try and maneuver a belly the size of a large beach ball inside the car without hitting the steering wheel. Yeah you catch my drift.
I knew I should get a bigger car, and the doctors gave me the okay to drive at least into the early stages of my 6 month of pregnancy and I would be dammed if I didn't try to enjoy it before I became confined to staying at home, because get real; I really would have gone crazy then. After fifteen minutes of huffing and puffing I was finally inside the car and pulled out of the driveway.
As soon as I got into the Wal-Mart parking lot, I had the intense urge to use the bathroom and prayed to the heavens that they had a bathroom. Quickly rolling the window down for Jerry and locking the door behind me, I rushed inside and headed towards the nearest bathroom, but not before passing a blonde and a raven haired girl who eyed my belly with disapproving and speculative looks. I rolled my eyes at the two of them. The two of them couldn't be no older than 19 and were dressed from head to toe in overly revealing clothing. I wondered if they really thought that was attractive. Seriously, what was the generation coming to?
After finishing my business, I was about to head out the door when I could hear the two girls speaking in hushed tones.
"Omg, did you see her, she looks like a whale." One of them snickered.
"And did you see those eyes, hello…freak!" Another giggled.
"I know right, she seriously needs some Jenny Craig or that Slim fast crap to get rid of all that fat. It's disgusting." They both giggled.
I felt my face flush, but for once not in embarrassment, but out of pure anger and agitation. You could talk about me all you wanted, but not my babies. I straightened out my posture and shrugged my shoulders back, as I stormed out of the bathroom. The two women were right outside the bathroom leaning against the wall. Their banter immediately ceased, once I approached the two of them.
"You know if you're going to do all that cackling, there's a place for that. It's called the jungle or the wild as it's commonly known as, seeing as the both of you are looking like a bunch of hyenas right now." I grinned, as I watched the both of them open and close their mouths like a bunch of fish. I turned away from them, but stopped in my tracks, before continuing.
"By the way, I'm not fat, just pregnant, You now when a man loves a woman and all that…but then again maybe not, seeing that you two need to find someone of your own species for that to happen. And pull down your skirt; no one wants to see your nasty tampon string. Good day ladies." I grinned, as I heard one of them let out a frustrated scream, before running into the bathroom. Hah! Serves them right. Never mess with an angry mama, because guess what... you'll always lose.
Grabbing a basket, I felt the fluttering sensation once more and prayed that it wasn't gas. No need to embarrass myself in the middle of Wal-Mart. After getting the necessities and preparations for dinner tonight, I was just about to go checkout when I saw my safe haven. The only two things that tasted good, no matter what time of day.
There were no words. Even you should know by now what I was talking about…
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EPOV
"Baby, I'm home." I grinned, dropping my coat and suitcase on the counter. I didn't hear a response, but could smell the delicious scent of Italian seasoning and garlic coming from the kitchen. I decided to head that way.
Bella was leaning against the counter, dressed in a pair of jeans and turquoise sweater that proudly revealed her ever growing baby bump. Her hair was in soft waves down her back and she had never looked so beautiful. She was hunched over against the counter and I wondered what she was doing, when she suddenly turned around; pickle and peanut butter in hand.
"Ahh!" she screeched. I let out a small chuckle.
"Sorry, love. I didn't mean to frighten you." I grinned, walking up to her. Bella just rolled her eyes at me.
Resting my hands on both of her hips, I pulled her close up against me until my lips finally reached hers. I didn't even care that she had the vile peanut butter slathered pickle in hand or that she was in the midst of cooking. I tangled my hands in her long tresses, and smiled against her lips as she let out a small moan. We grudgingly pulled apart and I rested my forehead against hers.
"Mmm, I've missed that today." She grinned.
"Well you got it now, and then some." I laughed pressing another earth shattering kiss to her lips. She sighed as we separated.
"How long before dinner's ready?" I asked as we both headed towards the living room. I kicked off my shoes and put on my glasses as I slouched back against the chase in the corner of the room. I closed my eyes and felt her lay down beside me. I wrapped my arms around her.
"Well I just put the lasagna and bread in so not for another hour or so." She answered, laying her head against my shoulder. I rested a hand against her swollen baby. We laid there in contented silence before Bella spoke.
"So I've been thinking, and I think it's time to trade in my car." She breathed.
"Really?" I asked. I knew how much she loved her car; a black Equinox. In fact she told me that was the very first thing she saved up for.
"Yeah, well obviously since I'm already huge and the belly's getting in the way of things, I thought it was best and we both know that neither of our cars can fit the babies." She reasoned.
"So, you're going to get one of those old soccer mom cars?" I teased.
"Eww, no. I want a car that'll be safe for the babies and still not look like the typical soccer mom car. Heck, I might not even be a soccer mom. With our luck our kids would be blessed with my clumsiness and be out of the running for sports." Bella grinned, her warm breath tickling my neck, sending goose bumps along my skin.
"I think you seem to forget, I was on my high school football team." I pouted. Well let's be honest. I wasn't the best of players, but at least I looked good in my uniform. That counts for something right?
"Yeah, well let's just hope for their sake there's an even distribution of genes or our kids will be in for one hell of a trip to the hospital." She laughed. We both fell silent once more and I felt my mind begin to wander. I had so many thoughts flowing through my head, that I didn't even know where to begin.
"What's going on in that head of yours? Bella asked, her warm brown and blue eyes looking at me concernedly.
"I've been thinking as well. There's just so much more left to do. We need to come up with names, toys, clothes, a nursery; hell a house!" I rambled.
"A house?" She mumbled. looking at me confusedly.
"Well yeah. As much as I love this house, it's definitely not the place to raise a family of eight." I answered. She seemed to ponder that for a moment, before looking back up at me.
"You're right." She sighed. "So what does that mean? We need to start looking for a house?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm afraid so and soon if we want the house to be ready in time." I replied, rubbing my hand up and down her back. She let out a small sigh.
"I guess I need to look for a relator?" Bella stated.
"No we don't. One of my clients today, the one I had a meeting with; his wife's a realtor and offered to show us a few places. We just got to give her a call." I said.
"I guess you have been doing a lot of thinking lately. Now I'm starting to feel invalid, like I'm not doing enough." She whispered softly. I looked down at her.
"Baby, you are doing enough and you're definitely not invalid. You're doing your job just the way you're supposed to. You're full of life, love, and you're healthy. That's all you ever need to be." I answered truthfully and smiled when I saw the soft twinkle in her beautiful eyes.
"Thank you." She whispered, kissing my cheek.
"And how are my babies today?" I asked rubbing her stomach.
"They're good, except they're making me gassy. I still can't believe I farted on Liam. I swear he'll never let me live it down. I just know he won't." She huffed, her face flushing a soft crimson. I let out a small snort.
"Edward Anthony, what did I tell you about laughing at me? It's not funny; it's embarrassing. My stomach's been all over the place lately. Sometimes, it's not even gas, just a weird tingling sensation. In fact my stomach's making that fluttering sensation right now. See, feel that?" she said, laying my hand against her stomach.
I felt a soft thump against my hand and felt my eyes widen in wonder and amazement.
"And you said it's been happening for how long now?" I asked, my mind instantly going into doctor mode. Just because I wasn't a doctor didn't mean I didn't know my stuff.
"About a week and a half or so. Why?" she asked.
"Baby, I don't think those sensations you're feeling is gas." I breathed. She looked at me confused for a moment.
"Well if it's not gas then what is it then?" she asked, realization dawning on her face as we both felt the thumping again.
"That love, I think…" my voice cracking on the end, "is our babies kicking."

Chapter 7 : Wasn't Expecting That

Chapter 7

BPOV

"Isabella Marie Cullen!" Edward boomed over the phone. I rolled my eyes. I knew it was only a matter of time. I looked down at my phone to see I had 30 missed calls. Hmm, that wasn't good.

"Yes?" I said in the sweetest voice I could muster. "Hey don't get sweet on me, love." Edward groaned and it took everything inside me not to burst out laughing.

"Okay, what's up?" I grinned.

"Care to explain why Alice called me frantic that she lost you in the mall and that was over 3 hours ago." He growled.

Oh yeah, Alice. I almost forgot about her. Almost. As soon as we got inside she started pulling me towards different stores and began throwing various articles of clothing at me. We scouted numerous stores for about 5 hours when lunch came, and even then she seemed reluctant to let me eat, claiming that we were just wasting time, since we weren't even halfway through.

She wondered why I was complaining, considering I sat down most of the time and nibbled on two or three cereal bars and pickles in our haste. I even had cool water that she supplied me. I didn't care. I was just hungry.

My feet were aching, as was my back, when I advised my plan into action. I told Alice to go ahead to the next store, while I used the bathroom. She looked at me wearily, but continued on as I waddled towards the bathroom. I really did need to pee. After finishing my business, I looked both ways before making a run for it, well….without stopping for an ice cream cone first, cause come on… I couldn't just pass that up. A girl's gotta eat, well at least a pregnant one does.

After doing one final swoop to make sure I was clear of Alice, I waddled my ass out of there as quick as I could move my aching feet. When I finally reached my car and got inside I nearly squealed in relief that I was home free. I knew Alice would be mad at me for bailing, but you know what? I didn't give a flying fu- floozy. Excuse me. I have to mind my language now, since the babies might hear me.

Anyway, it was less than a couple of minutes later when my phone began ringing. Crap. It was Alice sending me a text stating that she was on her way to get me. Panicking, I hurried and turned on the ignition, nearly hitting an old woman with a VS bag (Gross!), as I pulled out of the parking lot.

After quickly from under Alice's grasp, I spent the next couple of hours at Borders and then the gas station ,before deciding to go to the park, all while ignoring the constant blaring of my cell phone. It was such a beautiful day, and who was I not to sit out and enjoy it?

I had been out here for the past hour and a half nursing another ice cream cone; pecans and pralines (yum!), when Edward called.

"I ran away." I grinned, hearing him let out a soft sigh on the other end.

"Baby girl," Edward said in a serious tone, using the nicknamed he so deemed me during my college years, "we had no clue where you were. Why didn't you answer your phone?" he asked, when I heard a childish giggle.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"JJ." He answered. "Jake and Leah had to run a few errands today, so I agreed to watch him for the day. That's beside the point. Where are you and why didn't you answer your phone?" he asked again.

"I don't know really. I guess after the whole shopping fiasco, I just wanted to be alone." I answered honestly, hearing the soft sound of a car door and a giggle.

"Hey what's that noise?" I asked, hearing the soft hum of an engine, but he didn't reply.

"What fiasco?" he continued to ask.

"The one with Alice, I swear… if she pulled me towards one more store, I was going to lose it in the middle of the mall. My sanity was at stake and I knew I had to get out of there." I said.

"Baby I understand, but still tell someone where you're going. You almost sent me into cardiac arrest, when Alice called claiming she lost you. My father's the physician remember? Not me. I seriously hope you're trying to get rid of me that quickly." He joked.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you." I apologized. "I also might as well call Alice and apologize to her as well, but I think I'm going to sit out here awhile." I replied.

"Where's out here?" He asked again. Boy… wasn't he the little inquisitive person today.

"Oh, I'm in the city park. I just needed a bit of fresh air." I sighed, watching the other little kids meander throughout the park.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked, while I adjusted my sunglasses on my face from the sun's rays. "Yeah I'm fine. A little gassy, but that's normal?" I smiled as I heard his husky laugh.

"Okay, I'll see you soon. I love you." Edward said and I felt a smile stretch across my face.

"I love you too. Bye." I grinned, closing my phone. I sat there for a little bit longer at one of the picnic tables, when I heard a set of footsteps approach me from behind. Looking up, I saw a grinning Edward strolling towards my direction; JJ grasping one of his hands, while clutching a Chick-fil-A bag in another.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, pressing a kiss to Edward lips and then JJ's cheek.

"JJ was hungry and I knew you were here so…" He drawled off, settling beside me, while little man sat across from us. Edward then preceded to hand JJ a box of nuggets and waffle fries which he ravenously dug into. Poor thing, he must have been starving, but considering he was left with Edward, it was understandable.

Edward was a man of many talents, but let's just say that cooking was not one of them. The man couldn't even make Kool-Aid. It was either too watery or so sweet that you could basically feel the diabetes coursing through your veins. I'm surprised the man had even made it to 29 years without some type of health issue, considering he ate so much junk.

So it was no wonder why JJ was so hungry. He was such a cute little man. He was the perfect blend of both of his parents. With Leah's high cheek bones and nose, combined with Jake's friendly light brown eyes, he was going to break a few hearts when he got older.

Suddenly, I got the mental image of me chasing away all the little floozies who tried to get with my baby boy, but wait…. I didn't even know if I was even going to have a boy. I mean I honestly didn't care what we had as long as they were healthy, but heaven forbid it be all girls, or Edward was really going to have a coronary.

Edward was already protective of the women in his life, but imagine our daughters. I wouldn't be surprised if I had to bail Edward out of jail a couple of times, for scaring some poor boy to death. Wait…what was I doing, I was getting ahead of myself.

Edward must have said something; he was furiously waving his hands in front of my face. I swatted his hands, noticing a chicken nugget in one of them.

"What am I, a dog?" I asked looking at his amused expression.

"Nope. I just wanted to see if you were listening, but obviously not, since your stomach growled so loudly, that I even think you even scared a couple of squirrels away." He chuckled. I threw him a glare and softly punched him in the arm.

"Shut up…" I grumbled. Give me a chicken nugget." I growled, nipping at his fingertips with my teeth playfully. He just smiled.

"And a French fry too…."

…

"Nervous? " I asked Edward as we headed towards our next doctor's appointment.

"I'm fine," Edward sighed. "And I promise not to faint either."

"I know." I replied and Edward gave me a coy smile. Rubbing his hand up and down my thigh, I felt myself sink back against the seat in relaxation. As I looked out the window, I studied the blurs of green and brown, and had the overwhelming sense that everything was going to be just fine.

…..

"See nothing to worry about." I told my brother over the phone. I had just got back from the store and was telling Liam about how my doctor's appointment had gone. I was in the midst of approaching my fifth month; I was huge. Seeing my feet were impossible and I had to rely on Edward for anything that required bending down or getting up.

Because of my condition and ever swelling fingers, ankles, and toes; the doctors thought it was best that I go on my maternity leave immediately. After my little episode at school and much prodding from my doctor, I picked up my belongings and said a sad farewell to my students and faculty members. My notice went in that Monday.

Since multiples had the huge risk of being born prematurely and ultimately death, they didn't want to risk anything. I grudgingly agreed. My health was more important and I had weekly checkups to make sure I wasn't at risk

That was two days ago, and since then I felt like I was losing my mind. I was so bored.

I did everything: cook; well at least until my body decided to chuck it all back up, clean; well more so dab, since it wore me out, and I even organized Edward's underwear drawer.

Yes I was that bored. I couldn't do anything extraneous, so that cut out everything else I could possibly do.

I was now on the couch dressed in shorts and a tank, mindlessly tapping away on my laptop. It was a cool Friday afternoon and I watching Emmett and Rose's 6 year old daughter Marley, who was unsuccessfully trying to dress Jerry in one of her doll's dresses.

"Auntie Bella?" Marley called from the floor. I looked over my laptop to look at her.

"Yes sweetie?" I grinned, closing my laptop to look down into the wide blue eyes that so mirrored her father's.

"Can I ask you a question?" She asked, tilting her little curly brown head to look at me.

"Sure, sweetie, whatever you want." I answered, patting my leg. She crawled into my lap and settled herself around my stomach. She was the most inquisitive little thing. She had Emmett's looks, but definitely Rosalie's personality. She was going to be a spitfire when she grew up.

"Where do babies come from?" she asked. Damn. I really wasn't expecting that one.

"I...Uh…huh?" I stuttered.

"Where do babies come from? I was asking Mommy about how the babies got in your stomach, but she didn't answer me and then I tried my daddy, but he said to just ask you." She grinned. Those fu-fudgers… Yeah that's right fudgers. Remember the no cursing policy?

I was going to get them when I saw them later. I tried to throw her off. Maybe use a little reverse psychology. Maybe.

"Um, Marls… Why don't you answer a few questions for me? Uh, how about "Why is the sky blue?" or even "Why is the grass green?" I asked. That should obscure her for a bit and maybe she'll forget what she originally asked. She gave me a duh look before answering.

"Duh Auntie Bella, the sky is blue because, somebody painted it that way, and the grass is green because it's mine and Uncle Edward's favorite color." She shook her head at me, rolling her eyes. Yep, definitely Rose's kid. Now a part of me wanted to correct her, but then the other part of me realized that she was just six years old and that she would figure it out on her own time. I just smiled at her.

"That's absolutely right." I grinned. "How about why is there thunder?" I asked. That would definitely get her. She gave me a "Rose" glare, but nevertheless answered a few seconds later.

"Well Mommy told me it's when Daddy farts, because when he lets it blow, the whole town can hear." Marley answered, and I burst out laughing. That definitely sounded like Emmett.

"Now, Auntie Bella, if you want to stop stalling, can you please answer me?" she asked again.

Crap. This kid was persistent and where in the world did she learn the word stalling? I swear these kiddie shows these days were going to make them smarter than us. Heck...they probably already are.

"You know what Marley," I fake yawned. "How about we take a little nap?" I asked. She seemed to take the bait, because moments later she yawned and her little eyelids began to droop. I turned onto my side on the couch; thankful for my pregnancy pillow, where she immediately snuggled beside me, Jerry jumping off the floor onto the couch to get a little snuggling time as well. After a couple of minutes the two of them were sleeping soundly against my body. It was then that I felt my own eyelids begin to droop and I fell into a peaceful slumber.

…

I groggily awoke to the sensation of something poking and prodding my stomach. Marley was no longer snuggled against my side, but I did get a nice view of Jerry's but in my face. Swatting him down onto the floor, I looked down to see all the kids huddled around my stomach, my tank pulled up under my chest, while they all looked down at it in amazement as I inhaled and exhaled.

I wondered when they got here. I heard a lot of commotion coming from outside and in the kitchen, that I questioned how long I had been asleep. Last time I checked it was almost one and now it was a little after 6. I must have been really tired. I figured we were having a barbecue, since I could smell the strong scent of charcoal beginning to permeate the air.

The kids were still oblivious to me being awake, so I decided to play with them a bit. The next time I exhaled, I decided to lift my body as I did. The kids kept leaning in closer to look at my stomach and when they did, I may have not so quietly growled at them, causing them all to scream and head towards the patio.

Laughing to myself, I maneuvered myself so I could get to my feet. After a few difficult tries, I managed to lift myself up and stretch my aching muscles.

The kids had finally come back into the room and were looking at me with weary eyes. Max was hiding behind an amused Marley, while Claire and Kim giggled like schoolgirls. JJ was holding on to Jerry's tail for dear life and I noticed Tanya's girls hiding behind Riley and Bree, Victoria and James 9 and 10 year old girls.

I simply rolled my eyes and opened my arms, where they all eagerly came running; all while being mindful of my protruding stomach. After giving all their little heads kisses, I decided we should have a little fun. I was too lazy to go outside and the fumes were too dangerous for me to be around anyway.

I waddled over to the radio and quickly found the nearest pop music station (with mindful music though!) since I didn't want to subject them the crap that came out the radio lately.

Luckily I found a kid friendly station, when Justin Beiber's Baby came on. I heard the girls' squeal of approval. I honestly didn't know what they saw in that boy, besides a high pitched voice and flippy hair, but it obviously pleased them, so I didn't mind.

We all started twirling around the room, giggles and boughs of laughter bouncing off the walls. I had to stop halfway through the song, because a: I couldn't do too much dancing in my condition, b: this song was beginning to get on my nerves and c: I was tired as hell.

I was going to head back towards the couch when I almost tripped over the edge of the carpet. Just my luck. I luckily caught myself, and if I didn't catch myself, it wouldn't have been a pretty picture. I felt strong arms wrap around my waist. My nose instantly breathed in the warm soothing scent of my husband.

"Easy love, you got some precious cargo inside of you. Please be careful." Edward grinned, pressing a kiss to my lips, his hands resting lightly on my stomach.

"I know." I grinned, kissing him back, when I heard the disgusted sound of my brother.

"Eww Bella, I really don't want to see how my nieces and/or nephews were conceived." He grumbled.

"Well go home. Maybe I want to make out with my sexy husband." I grinned, placing another kiss to Edward's lips which he so willingly accepted.

"Uh no you won't." I heard my father's gruff voice ask.

"Dad… I'm 25 almost 26 years old and married." I grumbled, pulling away from Edward who just rested his head on my shoulder.

"And you're still my baby girl." He grinned, his mustache twitching amusedly. He knew what he was doing. Now don't get me wrong, my dad loved Edward, but that still didn't mean he didn't like to make him squirm every once in a while.

After giving everyone kisses and hugs they all exited back towards the lawn where a few lights were being set out. I pulled Edward behind, because hey… I wanted a little bit of alone time. He had been gone all day and I just wanted him to myself. To buy myself some time, I grabbed Marley's hand before she left.

Carefully bending down with Edward's assistance, I whispered into her ear, where she gave me a breath taking smile. Edward gave me a confused, but wicked smile, as we both watched her skip out the room towards my father.

I waited for the telltale sign that she asked him the question that had been lingering in her mind all day.
"Poppa Charlie, where do babies come from?" I heard his choked gasp and felt a smile spread across my face. That's what he gets.

And with that, I pulled my sexy and loving husband towards me and I made out with him, just like I said I would.

Chapter 6: Careful what you Say

Chapter 6

EPOV

"Baby, I'm home." I heard Bella call out and I felt a smile spread across my face as she entered the living room. I was sitting on the couch watching television; some show about some freaking desperate housewives of Beverly Hills….I mean how do people even watch this crap? First they're all happy and cheer to be on television, then pissed because they're not portrayed the way they wanted to. Hello….welcome to reality television.

I wasn't really paying attention when I heard Bella's feet pad across the floor. I smelt her before I saw her; the soft sent of freesias from her skin and the gentle smell of strawberries from the shampoo she used this morning. If anything, that was one of the best things I loved the most about her was her scent. I know that sounds weird, but it's just one of those things that I love the most about her. I closed my eyes and my felt my smile spread even wider when I felt her soft lips kiss both of my eyelids.

"Hello love." I grinned, opening my eyes. I gently pulled her down on my lap. She was a little heavier than usual, but I didn't mind.

"Hello to you too baby." She grinned, while I rubbed my nose against the soft flesh of neck. She let out as small sigh.

"How did today go?" I asked. She let out another sigh; only this one seemed a little exasperated.

"Well, I got sick during my first and sixth hour classes, I had to take my shoes off during seventh because my ankles began swelling and to bring it all together; I'm really really hot." She replied.

The mini doctor in me instantly drew up a few red flags, but the earlier talk with my father eased my worries a bit. I just had to watch her carefully to make sure she wasn't in any danger. She would probably have to go on immediate leave from work, but since she had such a bad day at work, I figured I would just tell her later tonight.

Bella then proceeded to take off her jacket, drawing my attention from her face to the slither of skin revealed near her cleavage area.

"Yes, you are…" I drawled, my worries quickly gone. I was mesmerized by the increased size of her breasts. They were huge. I literally felt my mouth water and had to subconsciously lick my lips before I started drooling. Bella must have said something and I hadn't noticed because she snapped her fingers in my face.

"Focus!" she snapped, pouting at me. I let out a small laugh.

"I'm sorry." I lied. I wasn't sorry in the slightest, because hello if you saw her breasts, which you won't because she was mine...you would look too. Bella lay back against my chest and I rested my hands against the swell of her stomach. It was increasing in size every day and I felt my heart swell with pride knowing that a part of the both of us was inside her right now.

"How was your day?" Bella asked, turning over on my lap to look at me.

"Not bad. I drunk a couple of beers, watched a little football, then took a nap. Same as always." I replied and she nodded her head in response.

"By the way, Alice called; she's taking you shopping tomorrow." I said and watched as Bella's eyes widened in horror.

"No I don't want to go!" she whined, resting her head against my shoulder.

"Yep… seven o clock on the dot." I told her.

"But it's the weekend and my day off." Bella moaned. "I don't even want to get any new clothes yet." She grimaced. While that was true in some aspects and some of her clothes did fit, they were a little tight around the midsection. She often acceded to wearing some of my shirts, but if she kept wearing them all, I wouldn't have anything to wear.

"But baby, you need some more clothes. They're starting to get a little tight." I replied. She let out a startled gasp. Wrong choice of words, I presumed. I instantly knew what she was thinking.

"No I didn't mean it like that." I sighed as she jumped off my lap, nearly toppling over in the process from the weight of her stomach.

"Then how did you mean it?" she snarled, putting her hands on her hips. Uh oh, that definitely wasn't a good sign. I tried to think of a reply.

"Um…that maybe you should get clothes that fit better…um maybe less snug...uh, you'll be more comfortable?" I said scratching my head, hoping she wouldn't take it the wrong way. She did.

"You think I'm fat, don't you?" She whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. Shaking my head vehemently, I shot off the couch and tried to move closer to her, but she took a few steps back.

"No love, not at all." I said trying to take a few steps closer, but she just kept moving back

"Yes you do, you want me to get some more clothes because you think I'm fat!" She screeched.

"You're pregnant." I tried to reason, but she wasn't having any of it.

"Well then, how about I take my fat, tight snugged body upstairs and let yours stay down here all night. I wouldn't want to crush you or anything." She huffed, starting for the stairs, well more so waddled, but I didn't say anything. Bella was pretty scary and hello…for all the men out there, you feel me. I really wanted to keep my manhood.

I tried to assist her up the stairs, worried she would fall because let's just face it… I love my wife, but she is incredibly clumsy and I don't want any harm coming to her or the babies just because she's angry at me. I cautiously stood behind her as she slowly went up the stairs. Bella muttered curses at me until we were finally upstairs. She headed towards our bedroom and I tried to follow behind her and assist her taking her clothes off. Bad move.

"No stay where you are. Wouldn't want you to pull muscle or anything." She sobbed as she headed for the bed, and I let out a sigh. I knew it was just the hormones and the result of the bad day she had, but this was just ridiculous. I had to be careful, because right or wrong, she was still pregnant and my concerns for her came first. Her blood pressure could be sky high for all I know, and I wanted her to keep calm so we wouldn't have to make a trip to the hospital.

I was just about to try and make another attempt to help her, when I felt a sharp pain radiate throughout my forehead. I looked down at the floor to see what had hit me, when I saw that something else was flying in my direction. I hurried out the door. I looked down at the offending item on the floor. Bella had thrown one of her high heels at me and let's just say that bitch hurt….really hurt.

Ignoring the pain that was throbbing throughout my head, I cautiously knocked on the bedroom door that she had so graciously locked me out of. I could hear her sniffling on the other side and I felt my heart break into a million pieces. I was just about to give up knocking when the door opened a slither. I thought she was finally going to give me a chance and my hopes were diminished when I saw Jerry scurry out the door, his little feet moving as swiftly as possible. Even he wanted to get away from her. The door slammed shut again and I heard her hoarse voice holler.

"Go away! And take Jerry with you!" She screamed and I knew it was best just to leave her alone for the time being. Jerry scurried to my feet and looked up at me with wide curious eyes. I gently picked him up and he began licking my face. See he was lucky. Jerry was neutered while I on the other hand wanted to keep my male bits.

"Wanna go for a ride?" I asked and he barked in response, giving my nose a quick lick. With a sigh I headed downstairs wishing that Bella would just let me in.

I figured Bella was too mad at me to cook anything and heaven forbid I tried to cook; I would just kill us all. That my friend was another long story, but my stomach was growling hungrily and I needed to do something about it.

I decided to opt out for some Mickey D's. It wasn't the healthiest choice for either of us, but in my circumstances it was better than nothing. Not only that, but considering Bella demolished my Big Mac the other day, it was my best option. The closest McDonalds was a little ways out and hopefully Bella would have calmed down by the time I returned home.

It was approaching five o clock and figured I'll make a quick trip to Alice and Jas's house before I got us something to eat. Alice was still at work and I knew Jasper had left work early to pick up Max from daycare. I knocked on his door.

"Come in." I heard him say in his thick southern drawl. Jasper has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. His family had moved to Forks from Nashville and when we met in third grade, bonding over racecars, it was all set in stone. We were the two musketeers until we met Emmett in the 6th grade. Jasper worked as an clinical psychologist at his own practice. He was a great listener and was always there when I needed to vent. He never treated me like one of his clients, just as his friend.

He was on the couch, still dressed in his business suit, Max crouched down by his feet playing with a toy fire truck.

"Uncle Edard!" Max screamed. I quickly picked him up; blowing bubbles on his stomach, making him scream and giggle out in pleasure. He was such a cute kid.

"Hey man." I said, settling Max down on the floor beside Jerry who was trying to eat his goldfish.

"Hey bro, how's it going?" Jasper said, turning off the television. He turned his attention to me, but not before busting out laughing as he gestured to my forehead.

"Ooh, do I need to ask?" He cackled.

"Bella threw a shoe at me." I answered, rubbing the tender spot on my forehead. I had checked it in the mirror just before I got out the car and it wasn't pretty. I would probably have a huge bruise in the morning.

"What did you do?" Jasper asked. I raised my hands up in defense.

"Why did I have to do something?" I asked.

"Because it's you, and Bella's not a violent person unless you piss her off, which isn't often. So if I am assuming correctly and I am assuming, you said something that made her upset." He said smugly as I glared at him. He could read me like a book and sometimes I wondered if I was that transparent.

"She thought I called her fat." I said and sighed as I watched Jasper let out a small grunt of disproval.

"Well did you?" He asked concernedly, although his blue eyes were dancing with amusement.

"No I didn't. I was just telling her that Alice wanted to take her shopping tomorrow and as usual she didn't want to go. I suggested she should go and then she fucking blew up at me." I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Well that doesn't sound too bad. What exactly did you say? I feel like you're leaving a few things out." Jasper added. Damn it. He was observant, too observant, even more so than Bella who saw through my bullshit, then again that's why he was my best friend.

"I just said that her clothes were getting a little tight that's all." I answered and he let out a small sigh.

"Bad move man." He grunted, rubbing his hands against his pant leg. "That right there will get you in the doghouse every time."

"But it was harmless. It wasn't like I called her fat, although that's what she thinks I implied." I nearly shouted startling Max who was oblivious to our whole conversation.

"Well you might have as well. Women are sensitive, hell pregnant women are that times ten. Especially when it comes to their weight. Gaining weight with one is enough, but 6? Of course she's going to be incredibly self-conscious. Include all that with elevated hormones and hunger; you got yourself in a whole hell of a lot of trouble." Jasper said patting my shoulder. I let out a groan.

"Hey bro, I knew you had good intentions, but you have to learn how to compromise and phrase your words carefully." He added. I said nothing, but he continued.

"When they ask you to do something, do it. It saves a whole lot of time, trouble and pain." Jasper laughed. "Remember when my voice was high pitched for nearly a week?" He asked and I nodded my head.

"Oh I remember that. What was it again, a head cold, mono, bronchitis?" I asked.

"None of them. It was all Alice." He replied and I gave him a confused expression.

"I laughed at her one day while she was struggling to put on her shoes, I mean it was hilarious; the way she grunted and groaned because she couldn't see over her belly. Not only that but her ankles were so swollen they could fit into my shoes and we all know how big my feet are. Funny right?" I nodded my head.

"Worst mistake I ever made." Jasper sighed. "She didn't think it was and then proceeded to use one of her swollen feet and kicked me straight in the balls." I let out a groan nearly cupping my own manhood in response.

"Yep. She may be small, but damn she packs a punch. I swore I saw stars and nearly choked on my own spit and became a girl. Of course she regretted what she did afterwards, but hell I was incapacitated for nearly 6 hours afterwards." He winced, obviously remembering the painful memory.

"Tell me about it. Even to this day, I admit I'm actually scared of Alice." Jasper said rubbing his face.

"Well I'm about to join the club. Bella officially scares me." I answered.

"Well you better apologize and apologize soon. The longer you prolong it, the worse."

"I know." I sighed. "I just hope she didn't tell Alice or even worse Rose." I grunted. Since Angela and Ben moved to Cali a few years back, Rose and Alice took over the role of Mama Bear despite being only a couple years older than Bella. Both of them were overly protective and I could deal with Alice…sometimes, but Rose…damn she hits like a 200 pound body builder (aka Emmett).

"Ooh, I think you're screwed." Jasper laughed, when we heard the front door open and the unmistakable sound of heels pattering across the floor.

"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen!" Alice screamed. Oh boy, this wasn't going to be good.

"Mama!" Max screeched, launching himself towards Alice who eagerly picked him up, but not before throwing me a nasty glare so toxic that I felt my skin begin to break out into a cold sweat.

"Hey! How's my little man?" she cooed, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Fun. Id's painteds yous a picture." His small voice cheered.

"Really? Go wait in the kitchen and then you can show me the masterpiece you made. I want to talk to Uncle Eddie first." I cringed as she used the only name I despised. Alice smiled at me, her blue eyes solely focused on my pale face with a mischievous gleam.

"Okay mommy." Max chirped skipping to the kitchen and yes I mean skipping. He was definitely Alice's child.

"Edward." She grinned, taking a step towards me. Panicking, I grabbed Jasper's hand and pulled him up, literally using him as a shield from his wife. He threw me a look.

"Uh…did we not talk about this? Never go against the wife, even if she isn't pregnant. I learned my lesson and you better learn yours." He grinned, running towards the kitchen.

"Sell out!" I hollered, watching as he flipped me off.

"You know it!" He screamed and I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. It was a shame to think that two grown men over six feet tall was deathly afraid of a 5'1 woman who weighed no more than 100 pounds soaking wet. I opened my eyes.

"Care to tell me why my best friend called me at work in tears, claiming that you called her fat?" She said crossing her arms defensively.

"I didn't Alice. I told her that you were taking her shopping tomorrow and that she needed it. That's when she flipped. I might have worded it wrong, but I would never call her fat. Hell I would love her if she was 500 pounds, bald with no teeth. She's my wife and best friend, and I love every part of her." I answered truthfully. Alice studied me for a moment, before dropping her arms down to her sides.

"That's what I figured, and that's exactly what I told her before I came over here." Alice grinned.

"Then what's with the interrogation then?" I asked, running my hand through my hair defensively.

"Ah… I like to see you squirm." She smirked, squealing when I tried to ruffle her little spiky head.

"So what do I do now?" I asked.

"Just go home. I was over at your place a little bit and she seemed to have calmed down." She grinned.

"Well that's a relief." I sighed.

"Yeah it is, but she got you good." Alice said reaching up and rubbing the tender spot on my forehead which was seemingly difficult since she was so short

"Yes she did." I answered, swatting her hand away. As if to signal the end of my conversation my stomach growled loudly.

"Go grab something to eat. For yourself and your wife. I left for one second to go to the bathroom and when I returned that bitch was eating my king sized Snickers she found in my purse." Alice pouted. I let out a chuckle, kissing the side of her spiky head.

"Thanks Al." I grinned heading towards the door, Jerry trailing behind me.

"Bye Max, and Jas, this isn't over cowboy! Not by a longshot." I hollered, hearing his laughter echo throughout the room. Heading outside and towards my car, I settled Jerry in the passenger seat and rolled the window down. Poor dog was too short to stick his head out the window, but that didn't mean he didn't like to feel the breeze against his skin.

After getting us both some Mickey D's, I got some gas, picked up a couple of snickers, pickles and peanut butter (gross), and headed back home. Parking in the driveway, I saw the living room light on and knew Bella was up waiting for me.

BPOV

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." I cried as soon as Edward came through the door. I threw my arms around him, nearly knocking him over as he settled a few bags on the kitchen counter. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, well as tight as they would go considering the fact that my belly was in the way. He wrapped his arms around me.

"Shh, it's okay baby." He cooed rubbing my belly. This was wrong, all wrong. I should be the one comforting him, not the other way around. I was so irrational earlier. I knew he didn't imply that I was fat, I just had a bad day and with all the stress I had been going through lately, I guess it was just a matter of time before I blew up. Unfortunately, Edward was on the receiving end of all of my frustration.

"I didn't mean to go off on you. I just had a bad day, that's all. I'm so tired and I just don't know." I sobbed.

I really didn't know what to do with myself. My day was already off to a bad start when I realized none of my favorite suits were fitting, and then I puked in front of my students, like literally in the trash can as they all watched.

Then to make matters worse, my feet began swelling and I had to take my shoes off, which was not the most sanitary of ideas if you get what I mean. All day I felt like I was walking on pins and needles. Then on my way home, I got stuck in rush hour traffic. I was seriously in FML mode.

I didn't mean to scream or throw my shoe at Edward, but it all just sort of happened. After he left, I found it really childish of me to act that way and I was actually embarrassed my behavior. Especially when I stormed upstairs and threw a tantrum like a four year old. But being Edward and the awesome person he was, he took it all in stride and was actually comforting me.

"It's okay. I know you didn't mean it." He said, rocking me back and forth. "It's my fault really." He apologized.

"No it isn't. It was all your crazy hormonal wife's fault." I huffed and he let out a small chuckle, my face shaking against his chest.

"Well how about we're both sorry." Edward grinned and I pressed my face against his chest in embarrassment. "Fine." I replied, the silence interrupted by the loud grumbling sound coming from my stomach. Edward gave me a started look and I felt my face flush.

"Was that you?" he asked and I grudgingly nodded my head.

"Hmm, I think my babies are hungry." He grinned.

"Yeah, I think they are and so is the person carrying them all." I smiled, as he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. Pulling apart, I pouted as he headed towards the kitchen quickly returning with a familiar yellow, red, and white bag.

"Now how about some MD's and a little House?" Edward said wrinkling his nose in the cutest little fashion.

"I like the sound of that, but bathroom first. Your babies are sitting on my bladder." I replied, waddling towards the downstairs bathroom. The smell of delicious greasy food began to permeate the air and I nearly halted my steps contemplating whether or not to take a bite of food first. I turned around and saw Edward throwing me a coy grin.

"Relax, love. I got your big mac." He chuckled, turning the television on.

"I better have my big mac." I grumbled, heading towards the bathroom, Edward's velvety laugher echoing in the air.

…..

"What have I gotten myself into?" I grumbled to myself as I pulled into the parking lot of the Seattle shopping mall. When I first entered the parking lot, I noticed only a few cars there, including mine. It was barely eight in the morning, but I could already see Alice's canary yellow Porsche in the lot. Her car was empty and I knew without a doubt, she was probably inside interrogating the workers about opening up early.

I was grumpy. I could no longer have my lovely caffeinated coffee and decaf had no appeal to me at all. Edward tried giving me some of the brown liquid stuff he usually drank, but I politely declined.

I was also half asleep. Sleep was becoming unbearable. While Edward was sound asleep, I tossed and turned all night. Lying on my back was out of the question and when I tried my side, I feared I was smothering the babies. I made the mental note to buy myself a pregnancy pillow.

Sleeping on my stomach was fun, but that was definitely a no no, but who was I to really complain. I could of have had it worse much worse. It was all a part of pregnancy and despite the few downfalls; I enjoyed being pregnant knowing I had six precious lives inside of me.

Smiling to myself, I dwelled on the fact that in short of a few months I would be a mommy. I was broken from my reverie by a sharp tap on my window, nearly making me pee my pants, which wasn't hard lately these says. Looking up, I grimaced at the amused blue eyes of Alice.

Lord help me. I mentally rambled. I loved the girl, as if she were my own sister, and I enjoyed many of the things we did together.

Shopping just wasn't one of them.