Chapter 13: Thatcher and Chucky

CHAPTER 13

BPOV

30 weeks along…..

"Baby this is torture!" Edward moaned.

"No it isn't, now be careful. Only the nail is supposed to be pink, not my entire foot." I grumbled, as Edward mistakenly painted the skin of my foot again. He muttered under his breath and shook the small bottle of nail polish once more.

"I thought you forgave me for not telling you sooner." Edward huffed, readjusting his glasses on his nose as he grabbed my left foot.

"I did, but I needed my toes painted." I smiled mischievously at him.

"And Alice, Rose, or even my mother couldn't do this because," he drew off sneezing.

"Because they're not here and you're just as useful as they are, now come on, it's just like coloring. Just stay inside the lines, well in this case the nail." I pointed out.

"But isn't this toxic to the babies?" He asked.

"It could be if I inhaled it directly, but in this case the windows are open and you're doing the hard work opposed to me. Can you imagine painting your toes when you can't see them?" I grumbled.

The last time I actually saw my feet were three days ago and then the only reason I even saw them was because I was looking in my full length mirror in the bathroom trying to decipher whether or not a looked like a beach whale.

By now you would think that I couldn't get bigger by now, but boy I was wrong.

I swore that Kate Gosselin and Octomom had nothing on me. Okay maybe the Octomom part was a bit of an exaggeration, but I was definitely Kate's size, if not even more. If I wanted to make the smallest movement, I had to pick up my stomach to do it. It was frustrating and if Edward thought he had it bad, he definitely didn't have any idea.

"All finished." Edward grinned, blowing on my toes.

"That tickles." I laughed, wiggling my toes. Edward grabbed my foot.

"Stop. That was a good forty five minutes of hard work and I don't want you messing it up." He growled.

"Relax honey, it's not like I can see my feet anyway." I rolled my eyes.

"Then why did you make me do them in the first place?" He asked, closing the nail polish bottle and settling it on the nightstand. He sat down beside me on the bed.

"Well just because I can't see them, doesn't mean others can't. I don't want claws for feet." I answered.

"Uh huh, just stop wiggling those toes. I don't know how women do that, its takes so long." He huffed, laying his head down on my shoulder and one hand against my stomach. I began raking my hands through his hair.

"Uh no offense Edward, but I could have had both feet done in less than fifteen minutes." I laughed.

"Then why didn't you?" He huffed dumbly. I smacked him lightly on the forehead.

"Hmm, I don't know. Why don't you ask your children why their mommy can't polish her own toes?" I replied sarcastically and felt a thump hit against my stomach.

"See babies, let's just hope you come out as smart as your mommy." I grinned rubbing my stomach.

"Ha, ha. So about earlier." Edward started, alluding to our earlier conversation.

"Oh yeah, hand me that stack of books on the dresser, please?" I pointed. Edward quietly got up and brought me the books.

"Ten Thousand More Baby Names, You Can Name your Baby, Pop Culture's Babies, The Celeb Guide to Baby Names, Names R Us?" Edward looked at me incredulously.

"Don't look at me that way. Alice loaned them to me." I shrugged.

"Both of you are weird." Edward sighed, settling down beside me.

"So which book first?" I asked, He pointed to the Celebrity baby book first. "Might as well get that out of our systems. I know you're curious as to what's inside of it."

"Okay," I opened the book. "Let's go to the boy section of the book for obvious reasons." I flipped.

"Now let's see." I skimmed a few pages and noticed a few of the pages were missing or torn.

"I guess Max got to it then, but we can still look." Edward said. I skimmed over the pages.

"These names are freaking weird. Where in the hell do they come up with these names?" Edward grumbled. I smacked his arm.

"Sorry."

"I mean they're not all bad." I reasoned. This was true half the names in the book were fine, but the others…well they were just outrageous.

"Look here, Forest Whitaker named his son Ocean." I laughed.

"What is he a fish? And right there," Edward pointed. "David Duchovney named his kid Kyd. How original."

"Jason Lee named his son Pilot Inspektor." I said.

"Love, we are not aviators, now keep turning the pages.

"Nicole Richie and Joel Madden name their son Sparrow. That's sort of a cute name." I reasoned. Edward took the book from my hands and threw it on the floor.

"What gives?" I asked, looking at the discarded book on the floor.

"No offense love to the celebrities who name their kids that, but I'll be damned if one my sons is named after a freaking bird." He grabbed another book and handed me one.

"Let's just call out names and see where it takes us okay?" I nodded my head, having a feeling that this was going to be an exceptionally long day.

…..

"Navajo" Edward smiled.

"Homer" I challenged. We had been sitting here for the past hour and a half trying to come up with names and we were failing miserably. At this point, Edward and I were challenging each other to get the most outrageous names. Mine were coming from the Pop Culture's baby name book and his from another.

"Thatcher"

"Stewie" He laughed at the Family Guy reference.

"Warwick"

"Cleveland"

"Mojo" Edward grinned.

"Chucky" He grimaced. "Trying to name our kid after a sadistic doll murderer?" I shrugged my shoulders. Beat that.

"Aladar" Okay maybe he just did. I flipped through a few more pages.

"Archie"

"Piraeus" Edward grinned. "I can barely pronounce it let only spell it. You sure you didn't make that up?" I huffed giving Edward the stink eye. He was good at cheating and he knew it. He showed me.

"Carlton"

"Gruel"

"Newt."

"Fifi" He laughed. "That's definitely not a boy's name." I huffed. He handed me the book. There it was in fine print labeled under boys names. I felt bad for whoever named their kid that, they were in for a lifetime of teasing.

"Read it and weep." He laughed and I yawned.

"Okay I give up. Let's call it a night; we obviously aren't going to get anywhere tonight." Edward moaned taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

"You're right. I'm exhausted. You mind turning on the air." I asked sleepily. He stood up and turned the air conditioner on before heading back to the bed.

I waited for him to get comfortable, before I snuggled against his chest as much as I could without suffocating him with my stomach in the process.

"Love you." I sighed.

"I love you too." He said, and moments later his breath evened out and I quickly followed behind.

…..

31 weeks…..Sunday

"Ugh, why are we doing all the hard work." Liam complained as they assembled the sixth and final crib. Edward, Carlisle, Jasper, Emmett, Liam, and my dad were all situated in various positions on the floor putting together various items for our so called nursery.

The " make shift nursery" as I call it, is actually our living room. Going upstairs was obviously out of the question, so now our living room was effectively arranged into a nursery. All six of the cribs were arranged in a half circle lining the room. Various articles of baby clothes, pampers, and necessities lined the wall with toys strewed about. Basically it looked like a baby store threw up in my house.

"Stop being a baby." Alice grinned, clipboard in hand. She was on a mission today.

Barging in at 5:30 this morning, she pulled a nearly naked and groggy Edward from bed, leaving me sleeping peacefully and alone in bed until I awoke 4 hours later to see various boxes knocked over in the kitchen and bathroom and 6 very grumpy men looking up at me. They had been in there for the past 7 ½ hours trying to get everything ready.

While the men worked , I was stretched out in my bedroom, plastic wrap covering my stomach as my mom and Esme carefully covered it in plaster to make my own pregnancy mold. I didn't include my breasts in the mold, because of two reasons, first being that I wanted to show the babies one day when they got older and felt that would just be awkward if they saw that kind of thing and second, I wanted to put it out for display and didn't want my family and friends seeing me that way.

The mold had just finished drying and my mom carefully extracted it from my stomach, while Esme snapped away on her camera. If anything there were definitely going to be numerous pictures of Edward and I pre-pregnancy. Esme seemed to capture every moment and I had a feeling she was just saving this all to put in our baby book when the time came.

After cleaning my stomach off to remove any remaining plaster residue, they both helped me up and we all headed to the kitchen to get some snacks. By "we", I meant that I watched the two of them fix the snacks, while I sat down in a chair.

If there was anything I disliked about being pregnant, was the fact that I felt like an invalid. I couldn't stand for less than a couple of minutes, my feet constantl ached, and everyone treated me as if I were a child.

"Bella, don't touch that." or "Bella you know better than to grab that." It got on my nerves. I couldn't even go to the bathroom to brush my teeth without Edward wondering if I was overexerting myself. I mean really? How could a person strain themselves while brushing their teeth?

We all shuffled back into the living room, snacks in tow, where we saw the boys scattered across the room.

My dad and Carlisle were situated on the couch snoring their buts off, Liam is beside them texting away on his phone (Probably sending dirty texts to Seth), Jasper is sitting in a chair with Alice perched on his lap, while Emmett is spread eagle on the floor sound asleep, and Edward…well Edward wasn't in the room. I looked around in confusion.

"He's outside on the patio Booger." Liam grins through a mouthful of food. After waking up the sleeping men,my mom hands me a plate with a couple of sandwiches and two bottles of water before helping me outside.

Edward is sitting in one of the lounge chairs, his hair even more disheveled than usual. The sun was in the middle of the sky, giving the sky a soft orange and red glow. When he spots me, Edward quickly gets up and grabs the plate and waters from my hand.

"Jesus love, you shouldn't be carrying things like that." He grumbled, grabbing my hand and pulling me behind him towards the chair.

"Relax Edward; I've barely been up all day. A little carrying and walking isn't going to kill me. Besides, my man looked like he needed a little food in his stomach." I grinned, sitting down beside him. I kicked off my flip flops and raised my feet up.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Why wouldn't I be okay?" Edward asked, fingering a strand of my hair.

"You just seem a little bit quiet today, that's all."

"I'm always quiet." Edward answered. I rolled my eyes.

"I know this, but really what's got you distracted over there?" I asked.

"I guess just the fact that we're building all of this stuff, is making it even more real. We're really about to be parents. I'm still trying to wrap my head around it all." He sighed.

"Me too. It's all a little bit overwhelming, especially when I'm the one carrying them." I added. Edward just nodded his head against my shoulder. We sat there in silence when I noticed one of the baby name books and notepad beside him on the nearby table. I leaned over and grabbed the notepad since it was closer.. On the notepad was a list of names.

I skimmed the list. The names were pretty good, but there had to be at least a hundred of them.

"These names are great. I don't know how we're going to narrow it down." I smiled, looking over the list until I saw a few girls names written down.

"You do remember we're having all boys' right?" I grinned. Edward rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, but this is for next time." He said cockily. I glared at him.

"Uh no offense Mr. Cullen. The six we already have aren't even in the world yet and you're already planning for a seventh?" I huffed.

"A guy can dream right? I want at least ten." Edward pouted.

"Keep dreaming, Braceface."

EPOV

31 weeks…..Wednesday

"Stop pacing son. You're wearing a hole into the floor." My dad sighed from his seat. We were only mere minutes from a board meeting with the Volterra Co. about signing a deal for the chance of them merging with us.

"How can you be so calm about this? This is make or break for us." I said. We needed this opportunity more than anything.

"I know this, but in these in these kind of situations you have to stay calm. They can smell fear." He replied.

"I'm not scared, well at least not for myself. I know how to handle myself in the boardroom. I don't really care what happens to me; a part does though when it comes to taking care of my family, but for the others as well. Shit dad, half of these employees been here since I was a kid, when you and Pop worked here." I reasoned. " I owe this to them." He opened his mouth to speak, but I waved a hand to stop him.

"I already know what you're going to say Dad. Whether these people or big wigs if you wanna call them come in here with the crappiest attitude I ever met, I will make them want us. They can't hate me for all I care, but I need this." I growled breathlessly. My father just nodded his head and stood to his feet. He cleared his throat.

"Mr. Volt." He addressed.

I turned around and glance over to the man behind me. Caius Volt. Son of deceased multimillionaire tycoon Marcus Volt. The man who held the decision on whether or not Cullen Pharmaceuticals was going to make it. His associates were all behind him and they all shared the hard cold look of superiority and greed. God I hoped he didn't hear my ramblings.

"Are you ready Mr. Volt? My father asked, gesturing for him to go forward. He nodded his head in agreement and followed my father down the hall. I trailed behind them and took a deep breath.

No nerves now Cullen.

It was now or never.

Game on.

32 weeks…..Sunday

"Stupid fucker! Watch where you going asshole." I screamed out the window. I was having one of those days. Everyone and everything seemed to piss me off. It even got to the point that Bella ignored my insesstant cursing opposed to smacking me upside the head like she usually does.

Why am I testy you ask? Point blank is the fact that we still have no word yet on whether or not Mr. Volt wants to merge his company with ours. The meeting went along fine and he and his team seemed to like what they saw, but then he mentioned something about asking his silent partner before making any decisions. That reply alone was enough to make me stressed out, when stuff what was going on in my own personal life.

Today Bella and I was relocating to the hospital. As this point in her pregnancy, it was essential that she be monitored carefully. Even with nearly two months left, the risk for going into labor was even higher and that definitely wasn't the risk I was willing to take.

It was nearing the end of November, and Thanksgiving was just 4 days away. While everyone was out and about preparing to get the goods and sitting back to watch football, I was busy trying to coax Bella out the car.

"Ugh, Edward I look a mess." Bella cried. She was also having one of those days. Her breasts were aching from the milk production, her feet ached and she often cried about how I was going to leave her for a skinner chick.

In other words, it was just another day.

After another tiring fifteen minutes of begging and reassuring, I was walking beside Bella inside with a few of our bags in tow.

I was staying with her the first couple of nights, but because of work obligations, some nights I wouldn't be able to stay and it was easier for me to just stay at home. Luckily everyone was coming down to visit soon and would alternate days of staying with her.

The Luxury room my mom rented (yes luxury) still wasn't finished so we had a few minutes wait. I settled Bella in one of the plastic chairs and left to go retrieve the rest of our bags from the car.

"When I returned, I saw that Bella was talking to a little old lady no taller than Alice, which was really saying something. Her gray hair was pulled back in tight curls and she was dressed in a long red dress. She had ice blue eyes and looked oddl familiar, but I just couldn't pinpoint her face. They both looked deep in conversation and I tried not to disturb them as I sat our bags down. It was a few minutes before she realized I was beside her.

" OhDora, this is my husband Edward Cullen. Edward this is my friend Dora Volturi." Bella grinned.

"Hello." I grinned.

"Well you weren't lying, when you said he was cute. My dear, your babies are going to be gorgeous if they come out looking like their father." She cooed and I felt my ears redden.

"Why thank you." I stuttered.

"Isabella Cullen?" A nurse called out with a wheelchair and I bent down to grab our bags. I gestured for the nurse to come over and soon Bella was nestled comfortably into the wheelchair.

"I hate to make this short, but our room's you be okay?"Bella smiled. Dora waved her hand.

"Oh don't mind me, I'm just waiting on my son to come and get me. I'll be fine." She waved.

"It was nice seeing you again Dora." I smiled in agreement and we began walking.

"Oh the pleasure was all mine, and don't forget to let me babysit those beautiful babies you're going to have!" She hollered as we headed through the large white doors. I let out a small chuckle.

Our room was on the fifth floor and exceptionally spacious. I was going to have to ask my mom how much this all cost her, but knowing her she would just claim it as an early gift for her grandbabies.

I helped Bella change into the hospital gown and settled her into the bed and watched as she looked around at what would be our home for the next two months.

Doctors entered and exited checking her blood pressure, giving ultrasounds,etc. We even got to know a few of the nurses that would be assisting her during our stay and even engaged in a few hearty conversations.

When it was nearly dusk, I noticed that Bella was sound asleep. After making sure she was okay, I laid back against the couch and closed my eyes. I must had fallen asleep, because when I woke up, the sun was rising and birds were chirping.

Bella woke up moments later when the nurse came in for blood work and delivered her breakfast.

Bella complained how the food tasted like plastic and that she hated hospitals and couldn't wait to leave.

I laughed quietly to myself and she looked at like I was crazy.

I just shook my head and smiled,knowing that when we did leave this hospital, it was going to be with 6 more additions.