Ch 11: More than just about a jar of pickles

Chapter 11

BPOV

"Ouch! Mother-fudger…shi- shtick…god dam- dang it on asinine!" Edward growled as he jumped up and down holding his foot. I looked up at him amusedly, watching him as he dressed for work. It was third time he stubbed his toe and I was so glad I had my own source of amusement.

"Really?" I laughed as he continued to shout his own version of expletives.

"Yes really. Explain to me why we bought these stupid dog stairs again?" He moaned, crashing down on the bed beside me. Jerry scurried over and began licking Edward's face. He wrinkled his nose.

"That's why. You know Jerry is height challenged." I laughed as Jerry continued to lick Edward's face, nearly knocking his glasses off in the process.

"Jesus, Jerry you need to lay off the Kibble and Bits my friend." Edward winced as Jerry jumped on his lap, hitting him right in the family jewels.

"Oh shitake mushrooms." He groaned and with that I bust out laughing. Tears welled in my eyes and I had to get up and run to the bathroom before I peed on myself. After finishing my business I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was flushed and eyes bright. Pregnancy seemed to suit me well despite the obvious.

I was huge… no huge didn't even seem to describe how I looked. As each day progressed, I had to be careful with every move I made. Mostly for myself, but also for others as well. I remember the day when I nearly took out half the people in Wal-Mart with my stomach.

3 days earlier…

"Baby no more pickles." Edward growled as we headed towards checkout, passing up my favorite aisle. I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Why not?" I whined. My diet was perfectly fine and I was progressively gaining weight without any issues. Why was he denying me when there wasn't a problem?

"Aren't you sick of them yet? I cleaned out the fridge this morning and threw away nearly 5 jars of pickles from your past excursions. I don't even know why you even keep them if they're empty." Edward said, trying to push the basket forward.

"Hey, not so fast mister?" I huffed, waddling as quickly as my feet would take me, where I promptly stood in front of the basket defensively. Edward sighed and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. He knew he was in trouble. I was in one of my moods where I basically threw a BF (b***h fit) all day. Edward let out a small groan.

"Why won't you let me get what I want? Do my pickles bother you? No I don't think so. They're good and I want some now!" I huffed, ignoring the few stares I received. Edward looked like he was about to intervene ,but I stopped him. I was on a roll.

"I am the mother of your sons for freaking sakes and you won't feed me! I'm being neglected!" I screeched. Okay maybe I was laying it on a little thick, but I was moody and I wanted my freaking pickles.

"Bella, please lower your voice." Edward said darkly, the vein beginning to show in his neck and forehead. "We can't afford to get you pickles right now." He grumbled. I looked at him curiously. Edward seemed to be hiding something, but I couldn't lay my finger on it. I continued my little rampage.

"You're so infuriating. I'll get it myself." I grumbled, picking up a few jars and settling them in the basket. Edward took them all back out.

"Edward. I love you, but I seriously don't like you right now!" I hollered.

Suddenly, a hand tapped me on my shoulder and I abruptly turned around. Behind me was a Wal-Mart employee checking to see if I was okay and in my haste of turning around ,he tried to dodge my protruding stomach and clumsily crashed into the aisle behind me, bumping into a woman and her teenage son. They both then proceeded to crash into a man and his two daughters and then an old man. They all went spiraling, knocking down a few random objects as they all crashed to the floor. Everyone looked at me in awe. I stood there horrified at the mess I had created. To make a long story short, let's just say that I quickly forgot about those pickles.

…..

"Isabella Cullen, what in the hell are you doing?" Edward said coming into the bathroom.

"Uh I was trying to take a bath?" I replied dumbly, hoping he would take it as a joke. He didn't. I let out a small sigh. Lately, Edward seemed to be a little more stressed than usual. When he would return home from work he would immediately shut himself up in his office for hours at a time, before crashing. You'd think he would still be on a high since we found out we were having all boys, but I guess that high was long gone.

I usually left him alone. He was stressed and I was moody. Not a good combination at all. We had recently moved our bedroom downstairs since getting up the stairs was becoming a difficult task for me. Edward would often offer to carry me up the stairs, but at this stage he would probably throw his back out.

I was home bound now. Driving was now out of the question and so was staying on my feet for long periods of time. I was constantly on bed rest, except for the few times I would leave to accompany Edward to the store or to make my weekly trip to the doctor.

Edward would constantly watch me like a hawk and I felt like I was slowly losing my independence. I wasn't even allowed to take a bath by myself (doctor's order's not mine).

I thought it was ridiculous to be watched like that, but everyone else didn't think so. They all feared I would slip and bust my head open. I knew I was clumsy, but I wasn't that clumsy to the point I couldn't take a bath by myself. I figured that since Edward was home from work it would be okay.

"You know you shouldn't be doing this by yourself." He huffed, picking me up and settling me on the bathroom counter while he ran my bath water.

"I think I've been doing it long enough for the past 16 ½ years now. I'm 26, not 5." I huffed. I swear husbands just don't get their wives sometimes.

"Yeah, yeah. Now let me help you undress." Edward said walking towards me. Resigned, I raised my arms and let him remove my shirt, shorts, and undergarments. He picked me up and carefully settled me into the tub. He walked back over the cabinet and gave me a soft wash cloth to bathe with, while he sat on the closed toilet.

The water was just right; the soft scent of lavender filling the air. I let out a soft contented sigh. Edward might have been a pain in the but lately, but I knew he only had my best interests at heart.

…..

"Have you noticed anything strange about Edward lately?" Esme asked, as she fixed my mom, Gran and I a cup of tea.

"Yeah, but I try to let him be. He seems so stressed lately." I answered laying my head on my Gram's lap. She began raking one of her withered hands through my hair and I closed my eyes sleepily. I felt like I was 6 again when Liam and I would visit her. I think all the stress and worrying about Edward and myself was beginning to catch up with me.

"So does Carlisle. He's been spending a lot of hours at the hospital and I don't know why." She sighed.

"Well join the club. I feel so lost but I guess like father like son." I sighed drowsily as Gran continued to run her hands through my hair. I felt her soft lips kiss my forehead before I fell into a dreamless slumber.

….

"I did it. I had to." A voice said worriedly from the kitchen. I was stretched out across the couch, a soft grey afghan thrown over me with my hair plastered to my face. The babies were kicking me repeatedly in the ribs and I had to stay there for a while for them to calm down. I was definitley going to have a little football/soccer team in there. Trying to get back into a sitting position, I listened to the conversation in the kitchen.

"What are you going to tell her?" a voice I now recognized as my mom ask. I couldn't hear what was said, as more hushed tones filled the air. Was my dad here? Carlisle?

"I honestly don't know what to tell her. Hell, she flipped out on me when I told her we couldn't get pickles, how do you think she'll feel when I tell her I got screwed at work and that we can't afford another house!" Edward said. My heart stuttered in my chest and I let out a ragged breath.

What in the heck did he mean? I guess I was about to find out as they all ran into the living room, startled expressions on all their faces.

"Explain. And I mean now."