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.