“Exactly,” she was instantly very passionate. “You need some real food once in a while Bella, especially since my little niece or nephew is in there. You will feed your baby.”

“What did you choose?” I would ignore Alice’s comment on my nourishment. I ate just fine. After all, who was she to talk about variety, what of her eating habits? Okay, maybe not the same thing.

“Pancakes,” she squealed in excitement. Gosh, did she seem bipolar sometimes, or what? You had to love her.

“Pancakes are awesome. Where are they?”

Alice pointed to the island in the middle of the room. There, on a pedestal of sorts sat two of the craziest looking pancakes I’d ever seen. Next to them was a glass of milk, butter and syrup, and a glass of orange juice with some ice, just the way I liked it. The main course might not look, or taste, all that appetizing, but it really was the thought that counts.

I guess the look on my face told her something negative though, because she had this downtrodden expression plastered on her face. I couldn’t even stand it.

“You don’t have to eat them if you don’t want to. There’s cereal in the cabinet.”

How could I possibly say no to that? Careful not to trip, while avoiding the floor gunk, I made my way over to the island. Snatching my breakfast away, I walked over to the kitchen table and sat down.

“Don’t be silly Alice. How could I pass this up?”

I began piling condiments onto my meal while Edward chuckled quietly from behind me. He was laughing, so at least he wasn’t hurt by my hesitation. I turned around trying to find his face when something caught my eye.

“Why are there pancakes on the ceiling?”

“We were having a flip the flap jack contest,” Edward told me with a mischievous grin. “To see who could flip the highest. Clearly not such a good idea.”

A lighthearted giggle was my only response.

“You really don’t have to eat that love. We’ll understand.”

“Hush,” I mumbled.

Diving right in and taking a bite, they both awaited my answer patiently. Now, by no means did this look any good, but to my surprise it was absolutely . . .

“Wonderful.”

“Really,” they asked with a flabbergasted tone of voice.

“I’m just as surprised. No offense guys, but these freaking rock.”

By the time I was finished I had already watched my two best friends argue and slip during clean up, but it had gotten done in no time. The only thing that took them a bit longer was getting the dried cakes off the ceiling.

A new fit of giggles came forth remembering the image of them on the floor tangled in each other. I tried to picture Edward putting the batter together, and flipping the pancakes in triumph, only to be thwarted by that dastardly ceiling.

“Oh my gosh, I would’ve loved to see you in that contest Edward. Where is a video camera when you need one?”

“I knew you would,” Alice answered jumping up and down in delight. “This is why I used my handy-dandy camera phone.”

“Alice,” came Edward’s warning tone. “You better not have.”

Without even waiting for her to say something a pursuit ensued. He began chasing her around the room while her dancer like form sprinted quickly ahead of him. Before he could catch up, the phone was tossed into my hands.

“Bella,” he dragged out my name in a pleading voice.

“Oh come on Edward, I want to watch it. Plus, you wouldn’t do anything, like trying to take the phone away from me that could potentially hurt the baby right?” That was a sneaky thing to say, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Of course not,” he sighed in defeat. He knew his strength.

I jumped up, hugging him around the neck for minute. Kissing him lightly on the temple, I jumped down and began playing the video. Such priceless entertainment. YouTube anyone? In the middle of our playback, I heard Edward’s phone ring from inside his pocket. I pressed pause on the video so he could answer it. Who could be calling at this hour?