Bella's Younger Sister

Chapter 60

For the past few weeks I have been having those stupid fake labor pains. I am currently six and a half months pregnant. I look like a whale, Seth disagrees with me saying I look beautiful. Every time he says that, I just roll my eyes and walk away. I may or may not have mood swings. Seth doesn't mind though. He just agrees with whatever I say, as long as I am not calling my self ugly or fat, and he just hears out my rants. Jake has been coming around and hanging out with me when he isn't on patrol and Seth is. I stopped going to school because of the pregnancy, and because the rest of the pack is hardly their anymore so Emily is homeschooling me for the rest of this year.

Right now I am sitting at Emily's table, rubbing my stomach, and working on the math work that she gave me. I have to say, she is really smart. I don't get why she doesn't go to school to be a teacher or something. Maybe she can start a tutoring business or something. I think a lot of people can benefit from that *cough cough Paul cough cough*, "Hey Em, can you make me some chocolate milk and bring me a pop tart?" I ask as I graph the stupid parabola that doesn't look right at all. Maybe I could also use some help.

"Sure. So, you said that you are going back to school after Summer right?" She asks as she pours the milk into the glass. I know she is not saying it to be rude or anything. She just wants to know.

"I was planning on it. Why? Can't wait to stop teaching me?" I joke as I give up on the graph and rip up the paper.

"No, I love teaching you. I am going to miss not teaching you everyday." She say's, sitting down next to me, "Why did you stop with the graph? It was looking great."

"No it wasn't. It looked like a bunch of random dots on a piece of paper." I say before taking a sip of my milk. She rolls her eyes and grabs another piece of graph paper and placing it in front of me. I sigh and pick up my pencil as Anthony kicks my ribs. I swear, this kid is going to be a soccer (or football depending on where you are from) player when he gets older. I hiss in pain and grab my side.

"Are you okay?!" Emily asks frantically.

"Yeah. This kid has some strong legs!" I exclaim while taking some deep breaths. She chuckles and rubs my back. All of a sudden, I hear a howl coming from the forest. I sit up straight, ignoring the slight pain in my side, and look towards the woods. Sam, Jared, and Seth are on patrol right now. It bugs me when I don't know what is going on.

"Don't worry sweetie. That wasn't a warning howl. It was a happy howl. Something great just happened." I nod my head and let out a breath of relief. A few seconds later, Seth comes running out of the woods in a pair of shorts and straight into the house. He bends down in front of me and kisses my stomach, making me laugh at his childishness, and the fact the it tickles.

"I missed you babe." He says, giving me a quick kiss on the lips and pulling a chair over so he can sit next to me and rub my stomach. That's basically all he does when he is near me. That or rubbing my back. He is the best boyfriend/father in the world, "So, tonight, we are going out."

"Why? I like staying in the house, where people don't stare at my huge stomach and silently judge how fat I am." I whine while crossing my arms over my chest. As you can see, I am a little self-conscious of my body.

"No one is going to judge you because you look great. You are not fat. You are beautiful," Seth counters, see I told you that he say's that, making me roll my eyes at him, "Besides, if someone does judge you, silently or out loud they will have me to deal with." He whispers before kissing me on the lips, "And before you can say anything about not having any clothes that fit you, you have the outfit that Edward and Bella bought for you. It's laying on the bed." I huff and pout a little bit. I really don't want to go anywhere that involves other people because it usually ends up with me feeling bad about getting pregnant, crying because of how fat I am, and then going home to eat an entire tub of Chocolate ice cream, making me hate myself even more because of how fat it will make me. Not like I can help it though, I am carrying a child after all.

"Fine. I will go on your date. But tonight you are giving me a back massage." I say while rubbing where Anthony keeps kicking me, "And if you don't get your son to stop kicking my ribs, you will be in the dog house, literally." I groan, causing Emily to laugh. She knows that I am not kidding about putting him in the dog house.