Bella was really upset with Emily that she hadn't told her about Serena.
"Well, I feel like a fool now," Bella wished she could actually have a sister who wanted to be there for her. Was it too late for that?
"I thought you knew." Emily shrugged. "It'll be OK. He's gonna be just fine."
"You don't know that." Bella hugged herself, but then rubbed her stomach hoping she'd get some sort of emotion from the baby. "He's very sensitive."
"And who isn't?" Emily turned away from her sister.
"I still can't freak'n figure you out," Bella snapped then. "You have a perfectly great boyfriend, then you go and ruin that. What are you trying to do to yourself?"
"As if everything amazingly wonderful has happened for you," Emily turned to her then as she went to put the dirty dishes on the counter in the kitchen into the empty dishwasher. "Don't give me this shit how I've ruined my life. I'm fine. I am so much better than you'd ever know. Better, better than you. I'm not going to be weighed down by a couple of kids and practically three guys. Three guys, B. Three of them! I am not you."
"Is this what its all about? You and your conscious effort to make me feel bad?" Now Bella wasn't backing down.
"Just stop it." Emily tensed. A flashback hurled at her that she couldn't possibly even want to remember. She didn't. But it was there like a murmur. Something so dark she'd hidden it so well. She stared at the basement door then. "It doesn't matter." She just shook her head, no. "I don't want to talk about it." She closed the dishwasher quickly. She needed to be alone. Not here in the kitchen. It felt like dead air. She could feel her heartbeat ticking. "Look, you'll be just fine. I'm sorry I said anything." She walked away then.