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Crimson Hearts

Summary:
Sequel to Bloody Hurt... yup that should be good enough to draw people in. DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE!!!! okay, so the words and plot line are mine, but the characters and the books, twilight and new moon, belong to Stephenie Meyer.


Notes:
tehehe reade and find out =)


7. Cadillac Trucks

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The restaurant was very crowded, but Edward and I hardly had trouble getting a booth in the back. Our beauty came with great advantages.

After turning away the waiter, we sat there and talked for a while. I had a hard time finding a comfortable position with my giant stomach pressing against the booth table, but I made it work.

"Ugh. I can’t wait until I’m normal sized again. This is getting a little ridiculous," I grimaced pointing to my squished mound.

Edward laughed loudly and lightly, and many heads turned... and many girls drooled as I was about to do.

"Well, only another 2 weeks, and then it is over."

I smiled lightly "That is what I am afraid of... I’d rather get morning sickness than to have to deal with this."

Even though I complained I was very excited. I wanted this baby, and I felt ready to hold my little girl in my arms.

I snapped myself out of my train of thought and turned my head back to face Edward, but what I saw really worried me.

His eyes were trained on a beautiful human. She had Long brown hair, big green eyes, and was about 5'5, with a tiny waist. Tan legs stretched out in front of her, and she had full red lips. She was stepping out of a beautiful red Cadillac truck.

Edward looked at her like she was a queen, and I felt feeling course through my body at rapid fire speeds.

Anger, Pain, Disbelief, and Fear. No Jealousy. That would have been stupid.

The feelings overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t take another minute seeing the look in his eyes, and knowing it wasn’t because of me.

It was the look he used to give me, laying in the meadow. Or when we were driving down the road holding hands. He had love in his eyes. And it hurt like hell.