18.Pizza, Tomato Juice And Break In's
Names! Names! Names! That’s all I’ve been hearing for the past two weeks! ‘Edward have you thought of any names...Edward you should start thinking of names...Name it after me Edward! No Me!’ I mean, for the love of all things that are holy in the world! I am NOT the person who is actually going to give birth to this baby (Not that I’m complaining about that), but why isn’t Bella being asked these things? Ha...that was a stupid question. Since the whole ‘Tanya’ incident, everyone had become scared shitless of my Bella. I know, right. I mean a frickin’ Care Bear looked more ferocious than my girlfriend...although I will admit; she had done a number on the BBB (Bleach Blonde B****...Bella’s words, not mine). A few days after Bella had punched Tanya, which was hilarious mind you, we all got a good laugh. The usual confident ‘I’m so hot’ girl walked into biology with her head hung low, her dried out blonde hair creating a curtain round her face. It wasn’t until she took a seat and looked up at the board when the laughter erupted.
Tanya’s piercing blue eyes were now black and blue (which I must say was an improvement) all the way round, yellow at the edges. Her top lip was swollen and jutted out a little, giving her the ‘Simpsons’ type look, which in itself was funny...but the best part was, that she had to walk around with a metal splint taped across her nose, the tacky tape covering most of her face. Who knew Bella had that good a punch on her. Remind me never to mess with a hormonal pregnant woman. Hands down, I won’t win any argument. She sorta had a racoon crossed over with Jason Voorhees type look (Again, Bella’s words), but I had to agree. It was funny. Bella had stated that she was incredibly proud of herself, creating a look that would even scare the s*** out of Stephen King.
Tanya had decided to do the smart thing, and stay away from Bella. She even stayed away from me! Hallelujah. All I can say is that it’s about damn time. Seriously, the girl needs to take a hint. But of course, when one problem is sorted, a whole new one begins, and like I’ve said, it’s all to do with stupid names!
It had been confirmed that Bella was 7 weeks along, heading into the eighth. After talking for a while, we decided that we were going to find out the sex of the baby. At first though, I wasn’t too thrilled. I really wanted to make it a surprise, but Bella was going to be the one to have to go through all that pain in the end, so I gave her the choice. We also discussed about what would happen after we became parents. Would we move in together? Get married? Or just stay the way we were and run the baby back and forth, which I wasn’t really for. Another thing that constantly crossed my mind was college. How would we cope with our studies and a baby? Maybe I shouldn’t think too far ahead. Try and get passed the next seven months first.
Like I said, two weeks had passed since Bella decided to knock fists with Tanya’s face, and everything was going pretty smooth. Bella and I, along with Jasper, Emmett, Alice and Rosalie all sat in my room, the TV on in the background playing ‘The Wackness’, but none of us were really paying attention to it. Emmett, Jasper and I sat by the computer, looking up random videos on YouTube as the girls lounged on the bed talking and giggling. Glad I wasn’t over there with them.
“Hey guys...C’mere” Alice’s chirpy voice rang out.
Damn, I spoke too soon. We all heaved a sigh before abandoning the computer to join the girls. I swear I almost took a fit when I saw what they were doing. Looking up frickin’ baby names! Ugh! Maybe this is a sign that I’ve to settle on some names NOW rather than later.
“Ok, girls names first!” Rosalie exclaimed a pen and notepad in hand “I like Rachel!”
“I don’t know...” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck “I mean, isn’t that really common.”
“Yeah, I don’t really like it.” Bella chimed in “I like Hannah...”
“Really?” I asked “I always took you as a more traditional type person.”
She smiled a little, and all I could do was give one in return.
“I have the best girls name ever!” We heard Emmett bellow, jumping up and down a little out of excitement.
“What is it babe?” Rosalie asked with a smile, flipping open the note pad to write it down.
“Emmettina!” He cried with a smile.
Emmettina!? Holy s***...he’s not even kidding! I’m sorry, but under no circumstances am I naming my daughter Emmettina. That is way past the line of child abuse. I glanced over at Bella, who was looking a little nervous. It was times like this where I could read Bella like a book, and right now she was saying ‘Emmettina!? Please, I would rather chew off my arm and beat myself to death with it than call my child that!’ But of course, Bella being Bella took the more polite approach, whereas I would probably have said ‘Hell No’ in about 8 different languages.
“Emmett...” She began with a smile “I think with such a beautiful...unique...name, people may find it a little strange. We wouldn’t want that now would we...why don’t you save it for your first little girl. That way it’ll be more special and have more meaning to it.”
I tried to hold back a laugh as Bella reasoned with Emmett, and watched as Rosalie shot my girlfriend a terrified look when she mention Emmett’s first kid’s name. Emmettina McCarty. Had a nice ring to it, don’t you think. Lying down next to Bella, who was lounging on the bed, I gave her a smirk.
“Why don’t we skip girls names just now and move on to boys...” Alice said “Because I know for a fact that you guys will be having a little boy. I can feel it.”
“Alice...It’s too soon to tell.” Bella said with a smirk “And what makes you so certain?”
“Please!” She scoffed “When am I ever wrong?”
“Well...” Emmet began “...there was that one time when you thought that Jasper was cheating on you when he went on vacation to Texas. Remember, you followed him to his family’s ranch and ended up making his cousin cry because you saw her hugging him.”
Alice just blushed and gave a nervous smile, looking between everyone.
“Ok...so I was wrong that one time.” She stated.
“Oh!” I heard Bella exclaim “And what about that time you had the news crews at the school because you thought you saw a flying saucer.”
“How the hell was I supposed to know it was a Frisbee!?” she bellowed.
We all laughed at Alice’s seriousness.
“I would have thought the words ‘Made in China’ would have been a hint.” I said through my laughter.
At this I received a glare from Alice, ducking from a pillow that she launched at me.
“I don’t care what you say.” She stated in a matter of fact tone, crossing her arms over her chest “It’s a boy.”
We all just smirked, letting her bask in her little moment.
Oh my goodness. Who knew that choosing baby names would be so damn difficult! We must have been sitting there for about 3 hours, Alice and Rosalie shouting out some of the most random names I have ever heard of. For example, when we were discussing boy’s names Alice suggested things like Lucious and Jomo! And Rose...well, I feel quite embarrassed for Rose’s suggestion. Let’s just say a famous Disney Warthog was her inspiration. In all honesty, I was finding it a bit stressful. I didn’t want to pick out names right away. I didn’t even know if Edward did. All I was certain of was that our baby’s last name was going to be Cullen. No doubt about that.
Once everyone had left, it was about 11pm, and there was no denying it, but I was beat. I quickly got ready for bed, climbing in next to Edward who was flicking through the channels of his oversized TV. Since telling our parents about the baby, things had been quite a bit easier. To make sure that Edward would do his fair share throughout the remaining seven months, Esme had decided that it would be best if I stayed at their place half the week, and Edward would stay at mine the other half, that way we were always together, which neither of us were upset about. And surprisingly, Charlie was all for the idea! I know, weird. The treatment that I was getting off my Dad was brilliant! No shouting, no chores...hell, I don’t know why I didn’t get pregnant sooner! Seriously, I don’t know why women complain so much when they’re expecting. So far it’s been a walk in the park for me...we’ll, apart from constantly throwing up, the ‘BBB’ incident and the fact that I can’t stop peeing.
I pulled the large comforter over my body, sighing in content at the heat. Edward shot me a small smile as I snuggled up into his side, resting my head on his chest. This was always the best part of the night.
It was about 1 in the morning when I woke up, a loud rumble coming from my stomach. Glancing over at my left, I saw that Edward was out cold, snoring lightly and drooling a little. Very Attractive. Sitting up, I stretched a little. Man was I hungry. I rubbed my stomach as it rumbled again, groaning a little. Sitting back I looked over at Edward, who rolled on to his back.
“Edward...” I whispered, moving a little closer to him “You awake?”
But there was no answer. Ugh. The boy sleeps like he’s dead!
“Edward...” I said a little louder, shaking him, but all I got was this:
“Don’t go away Homer...” He mumbled, rolling onto his side “We can share the moon bounce!”
And he makes a fool of me because I talk in my sleep. Next time he makes a comment I am going to bring up this little incident. I huffed a little, sitting with my back up against the headboard, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. I began to scope the room a little, a small smile forming on my face when an idea popped into my head. Leaning down, I picked one of Edward’s ratty old converse sneakers up. I smiled slyly, looking between the shoe and the sleeping boy, and without a second thought, I whacked him over the head with it, throwing it back to the floor as he shot up.
“W-what happened!” He exclaimed, oblivious as to what I had done.
“Oh hey honey...” I played dumb “You’re awake. Can’t you sleep?”
He looked at me slightly dazed, rubbing the back of his head where the shoe had made contact.
“Ugh...” He groaned “I feel like I’ve been kicked over the head...what time is it?”
“A little after one.” I said, wide awake “Hey, since you’re up, let’s talk!”
He gave me a look as if to say ‘Are you crazy?’, but all I did was smile. He sighed a little, running his fingers through his messy hair before yawning.
“Can’t this wait till later Bells?” He asked “Like when the sun is up?”
“I guess...I just wanted to say that I was really hungry...” I said with a slight pout, the pout that I know he can’t resist “And I was going to ask...if it wasn’t too much trouble, if you could get me something to eat.”
“What is it that you’re wanting?” He asked without a fight, climbing out of bed and putting on his jeans and t-shirt.
“I...I don’t think that you’ll have it...that’s the only problem.” I said with a sorry expression.
I could tell that he was a little reluctant to go out, especially at this time, but the craving that I was having wouldn’t go away. He sighed a little, sitting on the bed to put his shoes on.
“...It’s alright...” He began “I’ll find a store that’s open. I guess this sorta stuff comes with being pregnant. What you needin’?”
“Pizza. Extra cheese with peanut butter and chocolate sauce.” I said, my mouth watering “Ooh! And some tomato juice too. That would be great.”
He turned to face me, his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide. I watched him as his face soon screwed up, a disgusted look taking place of the shock.
“You know.” He began “I never knew that someone could ruin pizza for me. Where am I supposed to get a pizza that has ice cream toppings and sandwich fillers? I doubt any pizza place will be open...or make a strange request like that. Can’t you be a normal pregnant woman and crave dirt or chalk?”
I glared at him, crossing my arms over my chest. He stood and looked at me, but soon gave in when he saw that I wasn’t budging.
“Ok, fine.” He said, causing me to smile.
“Thank you!” I exclaimed, pulling him down by the front of his shirt for a kiss.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting to pull away from our embrace any time soon, but another loud growl from my stomach forced us apart. He chuckled slightly, kissing my forehead before heading for the door.
“We have a pizza in the freezer, but no peanut butter or chocolate sauce.” He informed.
“There’s some at my place.” I said “Just sneak in, get it and sneak back out.”
“Where’s your keys?” He asked, holding out his hand a little.
When he asked this question, I cringed a little, covering it up with a sheepish smile. I watched as he closed his eyes and sighed, realisation hitting him.
“You’ve forgotten your key’s...” He began “Haven’t you?”
“...Little bit...” I said “Look, just climb in through my bedroom window. It’s open a little. You’ll be in and out within two minutes. Just DON’T get caught. Charlie can get a little grouchy when he’s woken up.”
“Don’t I know!?” He said “Remember my 16 birthday party. He thought the music was too loud, came over to the house and threw my CD player out the window!”
“Edward, if you remember correctly it was 12 in the morning.” I said “Now go, I’m really hungry.”
Sighing, he rolled his eyes and left.
Ugh. Cheese pizza with peanut butter and chocolate sauce. I think I might throw up. Emmett would even turn down that meal, and c’mon! That’s going somewhere. I saw the guy eat a tub of out of date yoghurt once! I still shudder at the memory of it. Creeping out my room, I quietly walked to the end of the hall towards the stairs, peering into my parent’s room to see them both sound. I nearly tripped heading downstairs, but thankfully made it to the kitchen safely, without waking anyone. I took out the pizza, popping it into the oven before heading over to Bella’s house.
It was freezing out, and raining! Man. I must really love this girl if I’m doing all of this for pizza toppings. I quietly crept over the lawn into Bella’s yard, looking around before beginning to climb up the trellis. I slipped a couple of times, and got my foot stuck, but soon I was climbing in through the window into the nice warm DRY house. I looked over at my place, seeing Bella at the window with a smile. She waved a little, and all I could do was wave back. I headed over to the door, wanting to get in and out quickly. I mean, c’mon. I was practically breaking and entering to get my girlfriend junk food. Wow, imagine explaining that to the parents.
Again, I crept out the room, looking to make sure that Charlie wasn’t around before heading downstairs towards the kitchen. I made sure I skipped every creaky step, tip toeing into the kitchen in search of the ‘toppings’ for the pizza, leaving the room in darkness. My little break in was going great...that was until I lost my balance and fell into the kitchen table, knocking over one of the chairs. Scrambling, I picked it up, setting it back upright before putting my finger to my lips and ‘shushing’ it. Yeah, I know...like it could hear me. I stood still, waiting to hear the sound of Charlie rushing downstairs. But all I could hear was silence. Sighing in relief, I walked over to the cupboards and opened them, smiling when I saw the large jar of peanut butter and bottle of chocolate sauce sitting on the top shelves.
Reaching up, I grabbed both items. This was easier than I thought. I was just about to shut the cupboard door and quickly get out and back to making this stupid pizza, but was stopped when the cupboard door flew shut and smashed into my face, causing me to go flying against the back door. I groaned in pain as I slid down to the floor, clutching the side of my face. My eyes squinted when the light came on, and looking up slightly dazed, I saw Charlie standing with a baseball bat in hand.
“Edward?” He said, very confused.
“Who did you think it was?” I asked standing up “Britney Spears!? Jeez Mr. S!”
“What was I supposed to do!?” Charlie asked, sitting the bat on the table “You made quite a racket down here. I thought I was being robbed.”
“And all I was stealing was peanut butter and chocolate sauce!?” I winced; touching the side of my eye where there was a slight cut “Aw damn, that’s going to bruise.”
I looked up at Charlie who was still looking a little confused, so instead of standing there like a real idiot, I decided that it would be best to fill him in on why I had climbed through his daughter’s bedroom window in the middle of the night to steal his food.
“Bella had a crazy craving type thing...” I informed “She had me come over here and get the food to go with her extra cheese pizza.”
“Yum...” Charlie said his face in disgust “Well, sorry about the eye kiddo. But hey, this will make a great story for the kid.”
We both chuckled a little as I grabbed the jar and bottle.
“C’mon.” Charlie said with a smile “I’ll walk you back.”
Once safely in the house, I went straight to the kitchen to find the pizza burning, but thankfully got it in time. Screwing my face up, I scooped dollops of the peanut butter up and smeared it over the bubbling cheese before squeezing the chocolate sauce over it. My face hurt like hell, and all I could think was that Bella better appreciate this damn midnight feast! Once everything was plated up and her gross tomato juice had been poured, I silently made my way back upstairs, this time without tripping. I walked down the hall, noticing my parents were still sleeping, much to my liking.
I came to a stop outside my room, nudging the door open with my foot and walking in, carrying the disgusting food and gut wrenching drink in my hands.
“Bells, I swear you better be hungry. My face got acquainted with your cupboard door for this stupid pizza!”
But there was no reply, only the sound of Bella’s shallow breathing. Oh hell no! Walking over to the bed, I practically dropped the food. She was asleep! I get up in the middle of the night to make her food, go out in the rain, climb the side of her house (getting my foot stuck in the process), get attacked by her Dad and SHE’S ASLEEP! Hmm...maybe I should try counting to ten again.