We Three Witches (Twilight)

Chapter 19 - Mother Knows Best Part 2

A/N: Content Warning: past abuse, poisoning mention, murder mention

Renee's a real bitch in this chap. And just as a reminder, this isn't a light fic. As we've shown the girls are unhealthily dependent on each other, and that's slowly coming to light, but there are topics we bring up that do need warnings. So heed the warnings. 

🤰Day 5: Get Me Pregnant!🤰March 3nd, 2003

"That's stupid." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"It is not," Edward insisted.

"There is no way in Hades, or any otherworldly plane," I said firmly. "I am going to put a bow on the pregnancy test."

Edward sighed and shook his head. "We're supposed to act happy about it. This was your plan after all."

"You know who puts bows on pregnancy tests? Crazy people. I'm not putting a bow on a stick that's supposed to have my pee on it like, congrats I'm going to be a teen mom—here's my urine soaked proof!"

Edward frowned. "Well when you put it that way it sounds—"

"Weird? Disgusting?"

"Stupid?" Emmett supplied from where he sat on the window seat, curled up around Rose.

I pointed at him. "Just for that I'm naming you godfather. This fake baby needs a good influence like you."

He wiped away a fake tear. "This is the happiest moment of my life." When Edward went to argue, Emmett threw a cushion at his face. "And my first rule as Godfather to the Greatest Child of all Time is to put their father in time out."

I smirked. "See, he's already got the kid's best interests at heart."

"If Emmett's the godfather then what's my Jazzy?" Alice snickered from where she and Jasper lay on my bed.

"A nuisance," I deadpanned.

Jasper grinned, unfazed. "All the best uncles are."

I sniffed dismissively. "You're not considered an uncle unless you agree to teach them some criminal behaviour."

"You are not teaching my child criminal behaviour!" Edward threw up his hands.

Our first plan of getting Phil here to drag the bitch away had fallen through completely. Not that I'd had high hopes it would work. It had mostly just been a plan in place while we made our proper plan. Now our proper plan had a lot more steps. All of which would be nails in the coffin for the bitch's descent into Hades.

First step: make it clear to Renee she can't take us without a fight.

Second step: show Phil we have strong ties here he won't want to sever.

Third: make the bitch ruin her own life.

I didn't expect any of these steps to work individually, and I knew this was going to take several days, but I also knew by the end of it we would never have to worry about Renee again.

That being said, I was screwed. Making out with Edward had been a carefully considered part of the plan, but all it had done was to royally screw me over. This ridiculous crush was messing with my head.

But as I was a pro at, I was ignoring the crap out of all of it and focusing on my sisters. Right now we were planning the pregnancy route in my bedroom, and the 'father of my child' was getting way too into it.

I rolled my eyes at Edward's dramatics. "Oh please, the only thing I want this child to get from you is your hair colour."

Okay, maybe I'm invested too. I mentally rolled my eyes. But this is too fun not to plan out.