i don't own twilight or any of its character but thanks to Xmas i am now the proud owner of Hermione and Voldemort's wands, a Harry Potter Lego set, a Perry the Platypus pillow pet and a collection of maps from Game of Thrones. =D
Edward walked out of the bathroom, through the living room, and into the kitchen. He reemerged a few minutes later with a Monster and a bagel, and then walked back through the living room to the stairs. He did this wearing nothing but his boxers.
I couldn't help appreciating the sight of his beautiful half- naked body but my resentment of him was still lingering.
Since moving in, Edward had torn apart the attic and began rebuilding it, although I wasn't allowed to see it until it was finished. Emmett had been helping him and he apologized to me every chance he got.
"I'm so sorry, Bella. He asked me to help before Rose had gotten the chance to explain the situation," he said and gave me his best puppy dog face. Every time I would assure him that none of this was his fault. The whole Cullen clan was stuck in the middle of our war; no one wanted to take sides, but everyone wanted to help.
I blamed no one but Edward and of course myself for agreeing to this madness. At first we barely spoke and I tried to kick him out on an almost daily basis. It wasn't until Carlisle came over that I cooled off a little.
"Bella, please be mad at me. I put this idea in Edward's head." Carlisle said sheepishly one afternoon about two weeks after Edward moved in. I was too shocked to respond. He continued, "Jasper was important to all of us, but most of all to you and Edward. I thought you two would do better if you were able to lean on each other. I was hoping that Edward would take a mature approach and actually discuss this with you, but I suppose that's asking too much."
I gave Carlisle an incredulous look and he laughed. "I know, I know. The point is, you don't have to do this alone and as a family, we aren't going to let you. Edward can be there during times the rest of us can't, and I think he would benefit from being around the baby. He misses Jasper more than anyone can imagine. He really needs this, and I'm willing to bet you do, too."
After our talk, Carlisle went to the attic, and let his displeasure with Edward springing this whole thing on me known. Carlisle never raised his voice but I could hear the disappointment. I knew how much Edward hated disappointing his father. I promised myself I would be nicer.
And I was nicer: for about two days. Then he dared to move some things around to make himself more comfortable on a day when I was in a bad mood, thanks to my swollen feet and not being able to get on shoes. I blew up and we had been at a standstill ever since.
My heart hurt. I cried at night. Being pissed at Edward did nothing to lessen the feelings I had for him but my feelings did nothing to lessen my anger. There were times when I wasn't even sure who I was really mad at. Myself, Edward, or Jasper.
This house had been Jasper's and mine. We moved in here after a little two years together, and we made it ours. I felt like it was mine to protect. Rose said I was "nesting". Alice said "I was being a bitch". Either way, Edward was invading the space I had created with Jasper. No matter how much I genuinely understood his reasoning, I couldn't help but feel like my life with Jasper was slowly slipping away.
I pushed myself of the couch with great effort and waddled to the kitchen. Big fat belly or no, the house still needed to be cleaned. I turned on my iPod and got to it.
No more than five songs later, Edward scared me by tapping me on the shoulder. "Fuck!" I shouted, jumping a little. "What do you want?" I grumbled as I turned off my iPod.
"Can you come to the attic for a minute?" he asked quietly.
"I don't feel like walking up there right now."
"Please? There's something I want to show you." He started pouting and I knew he would not leave me alone until I agreed.
"Fine." I followed him through the house and up the stairs. At the top step, before he opened the door, he stopped.
"Close your eyes," he said.
"Edward, I am thirty weeks pregnant. I am not walking anywhere with my eyes closed."
"I won't let you fall. Trust me, please?" He seemed, I don't know, excited about something. I groaned to show him my irritation and then closed my eyes. He grabbed both my hands and guided me up the remaining stairs. "Just a few more steps. There, open your eyes."
I opened my eyes and gasped at the sight. The attic was completely transformed. With Edward at the house, I had spent most of my days at Rose's and never had any idea what they were doing in the attic.
What was once a big open space, filled with junk older than the house, was now obviously a good-sized bedroom. A girl's bedroom. The walls were painted a soft purple and there was a huge window letting in just the perfect amount of light.
"Edward…what did you do?" I wondered aloud in awe.
"I made this for you." He was still gripping my hand.
"It's not finished, but when it is, this room will be yours. It's a little bit bigger than your bedroom downstairs." He released my hand and walked over to a newly added wall with a space for a door. "And in here will be a nursery. And over here." He rushed over to another new door. "This will be your own bathroom. With one of those claw footed tubs, I remember you always mentioning to Jazz about how you wanted one." He was so animated, clearly proud of his work. "We still have a ton of work to do but Emmett assures me that it should be done by the time the baby is born. Maybe a few weeks after if we hit any bumps. What do you think?"
I stood there, speechless, and amazed. It took a few moments for me to recover and when I did; my mind was overrun with questions. "Edward, why did you do this? How did you do this? Can you afford it? I thought you were going to take the attic?"
"I wanted to do this for you. I want to be a part of your life, a part of the baby's life. I don't plan on moving out, and I figured it would be more comfortable for you if you had your own space." He shrugged. "And your own bathroom."
"Again, how did you afford this? I can't accept something this extravagant."
"I'm a single guy with a really good job. I have practically no expenses and I'm very good at saving. Plus having Emmett help cuts down on costs. Don't think of it as a gift, necessarily. Think of it as…something that will make our living situation more bearable."
Edward stepped closer to me, a little more subdued. "I'm not kidding when I tell you I'm not leaving. I am sticking around for this." He placed his hand on my belly and I shivered. This was the most intimate contact we had since the kiss. "And for you. In any way that you'll have me." He was doing that smoldering thing that both annoyed and excited me. He twisted a loose tendril of my hair around one of his fingers, smiling slightly as he released it.
Edward leaned forward just enough for me to know he was going to kiss me, breaking his promise of waiting for me to act first. I felt dizzy; it was all too much.
"Wait." I placed a hand on his chest, pushing him away. He stopped but didn't remove his hand from my belly. His expression was unreadable.
I thought I might burst, staring at him in the room he built for me with the sun shining softly around us. "I need to think. Five minutes ago, I was still furious with you for invading my house. Ten minutes before that, I was admiring your half-naked body, and now I feel like if I don't kiss you, I will break into a thousand pieces. This can't all be pregnancy hormones!" I bunched his shirt into my fist and pulled him toward me but not to kiss him, I rested my head against his chest.
"I love you," he whispered in my ear.
"Don't say that please." I squeezed my eyes shut to keep from crying. Very gently, he pulled his shirt out of my grasp and stepped back.
"I told you, I am always going to be here for you and for the baby but you need to decide. I'm not saying today, but I'm not going to wait around for another six years."
"It's only been six months! Stop pressuring me!" I cried, my tears winning out and spilling down my cheeks.
"Stop fucking with my head!" he shouted back. "One minute you want me, the next you hate me. I know I fucked shit up when I moved in here but you need to forgive me or you don't. No matter what I'm still supposed to be your friend and sometimes I don't think you even want that." He rubbed his hands over his face and took a deep breath. "I'm going to go pick up some things we need for up here. I'll be back whenever."
He took off down the stairs and when he slammed the front door, it made me jump. Edward was not a door slamming type of person. I slumped to the floor, knowing I was going to regret it when I tried to get my big pregnant ass up. Edward was right; I had to make some sort of decision.
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