The Little Unexpected Things

She Jinxed It!

Bella's P.O.V

Living with Edward came with it's perks. Like, having a whole room plus bathroom to myself, having an easier way of stealing his hoodies and eating all his food. I actually love living with him, our rooms are right next to each other, we have a spare one for the baby and we are just simply excited. Every night we have a movie night and we eat ice cream and curl up on the couch. Sucks that we didn't get to do it tonight because he had this big office dinner with some other company in order to seal the deal. Now, I'm home all alone.

I walk out of my room in search for some food to eat. This baby must be bored all the time because I am always hungry. This is the first time since I moved in that I feel comfortable. Lately, I guess the baby has been to excited about the move that he has been moving back and forth inside me and it has been a little uncomfortable but it seems he has settled down. Now I'm just in a pair of night shorts and Edward's oversized college sweater that reaches to my mid thigh but my belly has grown to the point where it fits nicely.

I open his newly stacked fridge and grab a yogurt. I sit on the counter, with my legs dangling off the edge and my back against the fridge. It's past ten, Edward should be home at any given time. Usually when he comes home from work he brings me flowers, my favorite red roses and lilies and sometimes he even brings more food. Before that would piss me off because that'd be breaking my diet, but now I'm just happy because I'm hungry all the time. I really do wish he would come home right now.

A small knock on the door takes me out of my trance. Who is it? It sure wasn't Edward because he has a key. Everyone else is at their own apartments. I get off the counter and walk toward the door. There's another small knock. Who the hell knocks like that? I open the door and I'm instantly tempted to slam it on her fucking face.

"Jesus Christ," I mutter and glare at Tanya.

She stands on the other side, her arm leaning against the door frame above her head. She's wearing a black large overcoat and the first three buttons are open, exposing her oversized breasts.

"What are you doing here?" She asks, pushing away from the frame.

"Might I ask you the same?" I glare at her. "Please tell me you're wearing something underneath that coat."

She grins, the stupid whore. "I came to see Edward." She pushes past me and walk in the damn apartment like it's her own. I follow her until she reaches the couch and sits down, exposing her long legs, one over the other. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here." I place my hands on my hips. "And I really don't like the slut sitting on my damn couch."

Her little smug grows. "Oh, did Emmett kick you out? Was it because you're in trouble?" She mocks, puckering her red lips.

Now the one that has a little smug on her face is me. "Actually, we thought the bigger space would be great for the baby. We're using his office as the nursery and we already started buying things to baby proof the apartment." I run my hand down my belly. "You know, he has been such a supportive father, I'm so glad I got to roll around in bed with him."

Her smug fades. "What?"

"Oh, you didn't know?" I fake surprise and point to my belly. "This is... This is Edward's baby."

She chuckled nervously. "No, it isn't."

I nod. "Yes, it is. Why do you think I'm in his apartment, wearing his sweater, barely anything underneath. I'm here when he isn't and if you haven't noticed, you're sitting beside the crib he bought our baby."

She looks beside her to the crib - still in the box - and stands up. "I don't believe you. You're all so called best friends, Edward wouldn't roll around in bed with you. He doesn't even find you attractive."