The Geek's Guide to Parenthood

Confrontations of a Blonde Skank

Okay, so here it is. The sequel for A Nerd Story of Love. I don't own any of this. The only thing I do own is the plot to the story and a very cool 'Geekward' mug. I'm planning on keeping the story lighthearted as can be, but there will be angsty moments. I will post warnings in the author's notes at the beginning of the chapters for fair warning.

Thanks for everyone who's faved, reviewed or read my story. I love writing SGB and Nerdella and I'm so happy that you all love them too.

Also, thank you for everyone who gave me funny baby stories. I needed some inspiration for the interaction with Kyra and her parents. A special thank you to Isabelle Masen for her help with research about appropriate baby 'movements' and milestones. Another special thanks to 'Starbucks.' He doesn't know that I'm sending him a shoutout because he's not a part of the fandom, BUT he saved my files on my now defunct computer. You rock, dude!

Chapter Eleven: Confrontations of a Blonde Skank

BPOV

After my birthday, Edward dove headlong into work. The demand for the mini-microphone was staggering. Nearly every major city was banging down Whitlock Technologies' door for this technology. Edward even received money from the government to work on some high-tech camera that could be installed in something as small as a ballpoint pen.

Edward also was determined to nail Lauren on something to get her fired. The background check proved to be fruitless on Lauren. The only thing that Ricky found was that she was a resident of Forks. He thinks that the social security number listed for her was not the correct one and was currently on a trip to Forks to find out some information. Johnny was flying solo with us for a few days. He currently went to work with Edward while I mainly stayed locked up in the house.

That. Sucked. Royally.

When can Emmett be found? I'd like to live my life.

Kyra was growing by leaps and bounds. She was babbling when we talked to her. She especially loved when Edward sang to her. Her golden eyes glazed over and she looked at her Daddy with such love and adoration. We also moved her into her nursery. I slept with the baby monitor on the night stand; ready to help her if something was wrong. But, she didn't need me. She slept through the night.

The one thing that was troublesome was Alice. I understand that she was going through a difficult time, but she wouldn't hold or bond with Kyra. Alice stayed a few feet away from her niece, eyeing her warily. Jasper had finally warmed up to Kyra and was actually a doting uncle. He loved Kyra. Jas spoiled her as often as he could, bringing her a new outfit or toy. He also pulled on his own musical talents and strummed Edward's guitar for our little girl when he visited. Jasper wrote the funniest lullaby about my daughter. The first time I heard it, I was on the floor in hysterics.

Only Jasper would use moonshine, cigarettes and baby bottles in a song and make it work.

"Bellini!" Rose called as she came into my home. "Is gas normal when you're pregnant?"

"Hello, Rosalie. I'm fine, thanks for asking," I snickered as I watched her waddle into the kitchen. She was wearing a pair of pregnancy skinny jeans, a tight black top and red leather jacket. Even while pregnant, Rose still looked like a fucking supermodel. I just looked fat. Kyra was in her swing, playing with some toys.

"Hi, Bella," she said dryly. "Seriously, gas?"

"Feeling flatulent, Rosalie?"I asked, arching a brow.

"My ass is on fire, Bellini. Tim refuses to sleep with me because it's apparently the worst while I'm sleeping," she pouted. "It's so gross." With a grimace, Rose farted loudly and let out a sigh of relief.