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Cammie's POV

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!

"Shut up!" I muttered and slammed my fist on my alarm clock. I groaned and nuzzled my face farther into my pillow. "I don't want to get up." I muttered to no one. Just five more minutes then I'll get up. I thought, but all too soon my door swung open.

"Get up, sleep head!" the cheerful voice of Jesse said as she swung open my drapes.

I squealed and flopped off of the bed and on the floor. "Too bright!" I screamed and tried desperately to cover my eyes with my nice soft comforter when she yanked them off and left me on the floor shivering from the cold.

"Nope. It's eight and you need to get up." I watched as she sauntered out of my room. Damn you, Jesse!

I muttered obscenities to myself as I did my morning ritual and headed down stairs to the kitchen. "Morning," Lora said as she handed me my morning coffee. I nodded a greeting to her and her boyfriend, Tommy, as I walked past them and sat at the bar.

We had all moved here about three and a half months ago when I graduated from pastry school in Seattle. Forks was a small town, but man are there a bunch of people who happen to love sweets. Lora, Tommy, Jesse, Brittany, and I had all known each other since we went to middle school in California. Well, all of us except for Tommy who grew up in the Czech Republic. He and Lora had met over the Internet and the rest is history. Brittany, Jesse, and Lora were all interning at Forks General Hospital to be doctors while I ran my booming bakery in town. Tommy worked with this photography company in Port Angeles. We had all rented a house in Forks from a pretty well off couple that's living in Seattle since their last kid just left for college at some Ivy League school.

"Can someone please tell me that it's the weekend and I don't have to be on Call," Brittany said as she dragged her feet into the kitchen to get breakfast.

Jesse pattered her back as she reached around her to get to the coffee. "Sorry, sweetie. It's Thursday." Brit groaned and pounded her head against the counter. We all shared a look as Brit started her morning of whining.

I put my cup in the sink before patting Brittany on the back. "Sorry, Brit." She just sobbed. I gave them all one more look before heading out to my car. I was in my black jeans, black high-top Converse, leopard tank, and black chef's jacket. I headed out into the rain and made my way to the shop. I pulled up to Cam's Cakes when the rain started to pour. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I muttered to myself as I made a mad dash to the front of the store. "Sweet baby Jesus." I shook off the rain and buttoned up as I headed to the back and started to open up. I popped the lights on and checked everything before getting ready for the morning rush.

I was rolling out cookie dough when the doorbell rang. "Hey, Cam, you here?"

"Back here, Becky." Becky was a nineteen-year-old from here in Forks. She was an aspiring pastry chef and loved coming in to work for me. She's been my right hand girl since I moved here and opened up. "Becky, I need you to roll this dough out and cut it out in shapes for the Foster's seven-year-old's birthday party."

Becky nodded and went to work. "Yes, Chef." I rolled my eyes as she smirked. She knew I didn't like it when they called me Chef. More people showed up for work in the next fifteen minutes while i got things in order.

I was up front, at the register, when a knock on the window caught my attention. We didn't open until ten today, but when I saw the face of a smiling Chief Swan, I had to let him in. "Morning, Chief." I greeted as I opened the door for him.

He smiled at me and made his way in. "Good morning, Cammie."

"So, what'll it be today for Forks's finest?"

He chuckled and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he browsed his choices. "Hmm… I'll take twenty of your cookies, fifteen cupcakes, and a couple turnovers with my coffee." I was already brewing his usual coffee when he gave me the order.

"For the guys down at the station?" I guessed. He nodded as I gathered his things.

"Bunch of La Push boys. They can eat, so this will actually be like a diet for 'em." I laughed lightly.

"Well, it's always nice to see you in the morning." I rang him up and handed him his things. "Tell the boys they're always welcome to pick up the morning grub for ya." I offered.

He chuckled his deep laugh. "Maybe. Hey, maybe you'll fancy one of 'em."

I rolled my eyes. "Have a nice day, Charlie." I said dismissively.

"You too, Cammie." He waved good-bye as he exited to his cruiser. I shook my head. Charlie Swan was the only person that I would open early for. He had been one of my first customers when I first opened so he got special treatment when he had to go in early.

I fixed my messy bun of my brown hair as I headed back to help with getting everything put together before we opened. "Fillipo, Meagan, Donnie, Trish, Abby, you five are out front today. I have a couple meetings with clients so we gotta pick up the pace people. Go, go, go!" everyone scattered as we got into position for the day. This was the only way that we could operate like a well-oiled machine.

It was noon when my first appointment was going to show up. I was in the middle of dirty icing a cake for a baby shower when Donnie came to the back. "Cam, they're here."

"'Kay, thanks." I wiped my hands on the dishtowel by me. "Ashley, Marco. Come help Becky finish the cake. And I want the Sweet Sixteen cake iced and covered in the leopard fondant."

They all nodded and did as told while I set off into the chaos of the bakery. "Cammie!" Rachel squealed as she made her way through the dense crowd to me while tugging her fiancé behind her.

I smiled. "Rach!" Rachel had been the very first customer to walk through my doors when I first opened and we had built a friendship with each other. She was a Quileute from the Reservation to the North of town. We hugged and I gave a greeting to Paul, her fiancé. "Come on, let's go into my office." I ushered them into my office to get them away from the chaos that was going on out front. "Hey, Chica. What's up?"

Rachel grinned then frowned as she sat down in the chairs in front of my desk. "Okay, here's the deal. The guy that was going to do my cake now wants to hike the price up and when I asked him why, he said that the cost for supplies went up, and I was like what the hell? So, I canceled my cake with him and- this is the part where I say that I love you," she grabbed my hands in hers. Uh oh. This can't be good. "I- uh, we," she corrected before grinning at Paul. "We would like for you to make our wedding cake for us."

She waited as a pregnant pause stretched between us. Rachel's grin faltered a little but she still held hope. I sighed and leaned back in my chair, taking my hands back from hers. "Rachel," I groaned, rubbing my face with my hands. "Your wedding is in three days."

"So?"

I glared at her. "Do you have any idea how long it's going to take me to have a cake ready for you in that amount of time? And knowing you, it's going to be big and elaborate." She grinned sheepishly.

"Pretty please with sugar on top!" she begged.

I grimaced. It was good business and she was my friend. She had even changed her wedding around to accommodate for me attending. But on the other hand, it would require a shit-load of manpower and time to make this thing happen in the short amount of time, and not to mention that I have a bunch of other cakes for other customers to get done in a shorter amount of time. "I-" and that's when it was gone. She pulled out the puppy dog pout… and I caved. "God damn it, Rachel! Fine! I'll do it!" I threw my hands up.

She jumped form her chair and squealed. She did her happy dance before coming around to engulf me in a bear hug. "Ohh, thank you, thank you, thank yoooouuuu!"

I patted her back before she released me. "Yeah, yeah. Now let's talk about the design." For the next half-hour we all sat and talked about the cake and the plans for the wedding. Like I had said before, Rachel did not disappoint when it came to her elaborate wedding. "Okay, five tiers for five years of being together. Piping everywhere, flowers… okay, looking at this thing is actually starting to get me excited." I admitted, scratching my head with the mechanical pencil that I used to make a sketch of the cake.

Rachel grinned smugly. "I told you. When it involves me, it's automatically awesome."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever floats your boat, Rachel."

She frowned. "Cam, we really have to get you a boyfriend."

I started typing on my computer to get her things in line for the short time that I have to get this thing done. I glanced over at her and Paul before going back to the computer. "Rachel, how many times have I said that I'm completely content with being single?"

She sighed audibly. "I know that, Cammie, but you need to realize that you can't go through your life completely alone." She said softly. I glanced at her again to see her frowning slightly but turned back to the computer and pretended to be busy. "You can't sit here and tell me that you don't want to be with someone, that you don't want to have a family and grow old with them," I could feel her eyes narrowing. "Cammie I know you're not typing anything so just listen to me." I pouted and tapped my pen on my desk before begrudgingly sitting back to listen to her. Rachel quirked a brow. "So are you going to answer me?"

I rubbed my face and sighed. "Yes, Rachel, I would like those things, but if you haven't noticed, I'm completely swamped here and my social life is limited. You know that better than anyone seeing as if you're weren't here everyday then we wouldn't even have a friendship." She grumbled cause she knew I was right. "So whatever you do, please do not try and set me up with a groomsmen."

"Damn!" I scowled. Rachel smiled sheepishly.

I sighed and rubbed my temple. The things this girl does to me. A knock on the door interrupted our bickering. "Ummm… the McKinley's are here." Becky said as she popped her head in.

"Okay. Thanks, Becky." I dismissed her. Rachel and Paul took that as the cue to leave. The rest of the day was uneventful, but I couldn't get Rachel's words out of my head. You can't sit here and tell me that you don't want to be with someone, that you don't want to have a family and grow old with them. She was right. I wanted a family, I wanted to grow old with someone but with my business, it was almost impossible with how busy we are… and it sucked!

I didn't realize that I was full on punching the bread dough until Donnie came back and saw me. "Whoa there, Chuck Norris. What's got your panties in a bunch?" Donnie was a sweet kid. He dropped out of school at sixteen to take care of his ailing grandmother. He's seventeen so I still consider him a kid seeing as I'm only twenty-two going on twenty-three in December. He's like the little brother I never had.

I blew a strand of hair out of my face. "Nothing." I muttered bitterly. He just shrugged and helped me put everything up for the night. Donnie was a smart kid, and I mean really smart. He and his fraternal twin brother Fillipo were both from the La Push Reservation. Fillipo was… well… let's just say that Fillipo wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box if you get me. He was a ladies-man and was always flirting with the customers. The only reason I had hired him was because Donnie had promised to keep him in line. And bless his heart, he did just that. You may think that having a ladies-man in my payroll wasn't the best thing for the customers, but by God the women love him. He's a sweet kid, and, for lack of a better word, a tool.

"So, what's got ya so ticked?" Donnie helped me place the dirty iced cakes that would make Rachel's wedding cake in the fridge to cool and stay together for the night so I could get to work on it tomorrow.

I huffed again. I need a drink. "Nothing, just… women issues." I gave him a once-over. He was a tall-ass kid; I'll give ya that. I was five-ten and the top of my head met the top of his shoulders. He had that russet toned skin that all the natives I've met have, a chiseled chin and huge friggin muscles.

He opened his mouth but thought better and shut it. "I'll leave it to your privacy then." I smiled. Smart kid.

By the time I got home it was only six and I was ready to pass out. I flopped on the couch and just stayed there for about a minute before Lora walked in from the kitchen. "Someone needs a drink." She dropped the bottle of wine on the coffee table and set down two glasses. "Come on, Sweetie, drink with me." I sat up on the couch and crossed my legs, wrapping a blanket around myself while Lora popped in a DVD. "Alright, tell me what's wrong." She said pouring our glasses and starting our night of chatting.