When I do wake up, Edward is downstairs watching football.

"Hey." I smile getting seated comfortable across from him, drink in hand.

"Finally, she wakes up." he smirks. Getting up, he covers the few the small space between us, snatching up my drink and taking a huge gulp.

I just sit there smiling contentedly at him. I saw this coming.

"What the-"he swears, spitting out the large mouthful he'd almost swallowed.

"You didn't tell me it was orange!" he glares accusatorily at me.

"Well, you didn't ask before filling your mouth with it, did you?" I ask and it's my turn to smirk now.

I knew he would try to steal my drink; he's been doing it frequently since we were little and I would always get orange juice in a cup that isn't transparent.

 Edward can't stand orange juice, especially the pulpy kind but the thing is, he never learns his lesson.  Right when you think he's changed, he'll be right there, sneaking his hand around your cup again.

Edwards laughs, that beautiful sound I love to hear. Then he apologizes.

"It's my fault for not checking anyway." He says, handing my drink back to me and heading to his seat.

After the game, I make us some pasta which tastes delicious (if I do say so myself) and then I update Edward on my findings. He shakes his head in understanding and replies appropriately in the right places but I can tell that just like me, he's having a hard time grasping the whole concept.

There's a minute of awkward silence but then Edward's lips curl into a sly smile.

"You'll never guess who I ran into today."

"Who?" I ask, eyes lighting up. it's been a while since I heard anything about anyone who isn't in my inner circle and isn't Edward. I mean, sure Brittney updated me some, but I reckon she skipped some stuff out.

"Donny." He smirks.

I quirk my eyebrows in a questioning stance. "Donny McFarlan?"

"The one and only." Edward smiles, shaking his head.

"Wait, where?"

"At a mini mart a ways from the office." His smile broadens before he goes on to speak. "He was shopping for diapers."

"Say, what now?"

"Uh uhn." He nods his head. "Apparently he got Jessica Applegate knocked up and his parents are making him stick with it."

"Oh my!"

Edward collapses in a fit of giggles.

"What?" I ask. "What's so funny?"

"That could have been you, you know."

"Edward!" I yell, threatening him with my fork but he scoots over in time, laughing even harder.

Why oh why does he know all my friends from high school even though we are several sets apart?

You see, the deal with Donny McFarlan is that back in junior year, we had maybe sort of been together. 

He'd come by the house a few times and whenever Edward was here, he'd quiz me about him and express his strong dislike for the guy.

I didn't take him seriously you know. I just thought he was having a typical older brother reaction because Dad didn't see anything wrong with Donny and neither did I. 

That is, until I caught him with Jessica Applegate, lead cheerleader and supreme overlord of the 'unnecessary sass' squad in the backseat of his car, lip locking and whatnot.

Even the mere thought of the whole affair makes me want to throw up my dinner.

Yuck!

So well, Edward had been right, that's a given and I put Donny in his place. He was a senior then so he graduated a few months later but we had already cut off all ties.

"You should thank me, you know." Edward smirks.

"Why?"

"For saving your ass."

"You didn't do anything Edward."

"Yes I did."

"What did you do?"

"I didn't like him."

"Sure you didn't and somehow that made me catch him in the act how?"

"It made you suspicious of him. It was unconscious but you were." He smirks again.

"That's a load of bull Edward."

"I think not." He says and I laugh.

"You're such a child."

"No I'm not." He replies stubbornly.

"See what I mean?"

"Would a child do this?"

"Do wha-

I was going to say 'what' but I don't get to finish because Edward lunges at me, not minding that he could have broken a plate and we both fall smack onto the ground. As if that wasn't enough, my punishment begins as he tickles the life out of me.

"Actually...a child would."

That only makes him intensify my torture and I quickly regret my words.

"Edward...please...stop." I call in between laughs. I'm laughing so hard I'm afraid I just might pass out from all the exertion.

That's a thing right?

"Only if you say I'm not a child."

"Fine...fine...you're not a ....child."

"Who's not a child?"

"You....Edward Gyllenhaal."

"Good girl." He smiles angelically, letting me go.

"Child." I mutter, jumping out of the way when he reaches for me again.

"You're lucky I'm so nice." He smirks, reaching for his now empty plate as I do the same.

"Yeah right." I scoff. "You're nice and pigs can fly."

"Ouch Emma, you really hurt my feelings."

"Oh but Edward." I smile, lightly touching his arm. "I can't hurt your feeling if you don't have any."

His reaction is immediate as he starts chasing me again. Shrieking and laughing, I make my way up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

I can hear him doing the same behind me and the excitement makes me squeal involuntarily.

I bound onto the top step just in time but he grabs my arm before I can make a beeline for my room.

Edward pins me against the wall, grey orbs such an intense dark hue now that I find myself staring mesmerizingly into them. He is so close our foreheads are almost touching.

"Emma." He says my name and his breath fans across my cheek.

"Edward." I swallow, a shiver running down my spine.

Now, I'm really in trouble.

"I. Am. Nice." He emphasizes on each word, lips curving into a smirk, before letting me go and heading for my door.

Dammit!

When I join him, Edward already has his laptop out with the journal sitting right next to it on the left.

When did he get his laptop up here?

Together we sit translating more pages while making a bit of small talk here and there; just like that never even transpired.

Or maybe I'm reading too much into it?

Edward takes the first half of the page and I do the other half then we piece them together.

"Emma." He calls abruptly, breaking the silence that had lasted the past half hour. "I think you should see this."

Getting up, I walk the few paces to where he's sat at his computer and try to make out the words he's written down in his beautiful cursive.

The date reads August 23rd 1990

Dear diary,

I am at a loss for words and must turn to you to voice my pain. Portia is pregnant but the child is not mine!

When I returned from the office, she was seated at the portico weeping her eyes out. Luckily, Francesca was out visiting a friend.

I had seldom said a word to her than she fell at my feet, asking for mercy.

She confessed everything to me on the spot and oh, how my heart lurched at her words. I had known it was true, of course, but to hear her say the words, I couldn't take it; and so, I lashed out at her demanding to know why she was finally confessing her sins after all this time.

"Antonio, my love." She had said. "Please forgive me."

Her words broke my resolve and so I reached out to grasp her, unknown to me that more was to come.

"But I am pregnant." She wailed into my ear.

Her words carried such weight that I pulled away from her and sank to my knees. I tugged at my hair until my eyes began to water.

I cannot understand why this is happening to me, dear diary.

That was where his half stopped and my hands were literally shaking as I re-read the words to ensure my mind wasn't playing tricks on me the first time.

This could only mean...I may be getting ahead of myself here but what if...

So...that was the seventh chapter. Thanks for reading!

Portia finally came clean but there's a baby involved now...

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