This is my first Twilight Fanfic, so guys kindly read and review and tell me if it's any good. xo CHAPTER 1 BPOV It was Saturday, and I had a day off, so I had no option but

to take Renesmee shopping. After all her birthday was

coming up and plus, Rose had said that she needed a few

essentials. If you'd consider a limited edition pair of Christian

Louboutins essentials! Well, that was not it; she needed to have the season's latest

all the time, even if it were lingerie for that matter, I mean

what does she need brand new lingerie every month for? Its

not like she's got a boyfriend or something, we're both

single, not so-happily though. Rose believes that her Prince

Charming would definitely come along, one day or another, he surely would. I'm not at all a romantic like her, well, not like I was born

with my not-so romantic mentality, its just that my life has a

tendency of being tragic more than romantic. And those

romantic dreams, I once had a shot at, are just too good to

be true. I don't know if there's anyone meant for me, Rose

thinks there is though I don't. I guess I lost him, years ago. I remember I was once reading Rapunzel to Renesmee,

when she looked up at me and asked, "Momma. Was

Rapunzel's hair as long as yours?" I smiled and answered, "No, sweetheart, it was longer and

much shinier and she was a blonde," thinking of Rose's long

blonde silky waves that cascaded down her back. "Like Aunt Rosie?" she asked innocently. "Yes, like Aunt Rosie, but much longer," I answered to her

dissatisfied curiosity. "A mile?" "No, sweetie, shorter than a mile, I think," I said, pretending

to think. "Oh, then it couldn't have been long enough," she said a

little smugly. "You want to hear the rest of the story or not?" I asked her,

tired from my constant ER shifts and wanting her to already

fall asleep so that I could get some rest. "Go on," she finally allowed. She was already sleepy by the time I reached the part where

the Prince leaves for the first time after meeting Rapunzel,

Renesmee's eyes were drooping, but she held back from her

sleep and said to me, as if she were some kind of seer or

prophet foretelling my fortune, "you know, a Prince will

come for you, too," and drifted off to meet her own Prince in her Barbie and Disney-made dreams. I wish, sweetie, but I don't think he would. It's just too late

now; I thought looking at the bedside clock and getting up

from Renesmee's bed. I switched off the lights and walked

off to my own room, and drifted off to sleep in my luxurious

Fifth Avenue apartment. A complete contrast from the home

I'd grown up in. "Bella. Bella, earth calling!" Rose's voice brought me back

form the dreamland I had momentarily lost myself in. I was

still in the lift with Rosalie. My colleague and my only best

friend in New York. Apart from her brother, Jasper. Dr. Rosalie Hale, my fellow resident at the hospital I work in,

a neurosurgeon. Ridiculously beautiful, blonde, tall and

everything I'm not. Ha-ha, bad joke! But still, when you look

at her, you know that she belongs more on a runway in Paris

or in Hollywood, attending red-carpet movie premiers rather

than at a hospital, doing late night shifts and critical brain surgeries. She has it all, beauty and brains. She's perfect, and

so is her life, except, well, for the lack of a boyfriend, or

soulmate, as she preferred to call it. "What happened, Bella? You fine? You look, distracted,"

Rosalie asked, her voice dripping with sisterly concern. "Nothing, Rose, just nightmares," I said shrugging the whole

thing off like it was no big deal. It wasn't. "The same one?" she said leaning to look at me. "Yeah, that only," I said looking away. "Bella, why don't you consult Jasper, he can help you know.

He's a psychiatrist for nothing. And he's good, you know. He

can really help you, and I'm not saying this because he's my

brother." Dr. Jasper Hale, the handsomest doctor you could've ever

imagined, he was shrink and a really good one. You could

tell that from the fact that people needed to take

appointments months in advance. Rose often joked that he

got patients because of his good looks and not his Yale

degree and skills. Well, she couldn't have been more right, he was skilled, no doubt but he was, blame the genes, as

gorgeous any male model could aspire to be, tall, lean and

blond. Soft spoken and with a flair fro knowing people's

psychological problems before they even told him, he was

one of the best! "I know, Rose, but seriously, I don't think I need any help, I

can handle this. I … I just need to stop thinking about him.

That's it, problem solved!" I said trying to reflect back some

of Rose's optimism and trying to make the whole thing look

easier than it actually was. "Yeah, and for that you need to date other guys, you know,

have a look around, and well consider the options." She said

smiling at me, as if dating would solve my problems. "Yeah, right. Why didn't I think of it before?" I said

sarcastically. "Aw, come on, you don't have to be so bitter, okay. You're

beautiful and you deserve someone who deserves to be with

you. By the way did you know that that new intern, what's

his name, Mickey? No? Michael, whatever. Mike, yes, Mike

likes you?" she said, her tone ringing with upcoming

laughter. "Yeah, but he's an intern, Rose!" I pointed out seriously. "I know that, duh! And don't worry I won't ask you to

consider him." "That's better," I nodded. "I would've if he didn't keep drooling all the time he saw

you," she saw with a hint of disgust. I chucked, walking out of the lift. "By the way, you want to go home first or straight to

Renesmee's school?" "School, I answered checking my pager. "Anything serious?" she asked getting into her car, a black

Porsche Carrera. "Nothing, really." I said getting into the passenger seat. The

interior of the car smelled fresh, the natural leather-y smell

and Rosalie's favorite smell, rose and patchouli with a hint of

musk. I breathed in; deeply inhaling the scent, whatever had

been bugging me earlier was suddenly no longer there on

my mind. When we reached the gates of Roosevelt Prep, Renesmee

was already waiting for us, with a short dark olive skinned

boy who was standing next to her. "Momma!" Renesmee called out loud, waving furiously at us.

"Aunt Rosie!" she said even before she saw Rose get out of

the car. "Hey, darling," Rose hugged her, kissing her lightly on the

cheek. "We're taking you birthday shopping." She told her,

and Renesmee's face lit up. In some matters, Renesmee's not at all like me, she loves

shopping, and I try to put off shopping unless it's for

groceries or something urgent. And my urgent doesn't cover

season's latest designer wear. "Hey, Jake," he say to the short boy next to her. "Hi, Ms. Swan," he said politely. "Hello, big man!" Rosalie turned her attention to Jacob and

after Jacob returned her hello she went back to Renesmee. "So, I'll see you tomorrow, Ness," Jacob said waving at a

Renesmee who was already walking towards the Porsche

with Rosalie. "Where's your mom, Jake?" I asked concerned, looking

around. "She had a board meeting or something, so she told me

already that she might be late," he said a little too maturely

for his age. "Want me to wait with you?" I offered. "No –" "Jake, come with us," Renesmee called out peeking through

the car's window. "Come with us," I said offering him my hand. "But mother, she'd be angry," he said. "No problem, kid, I'll leave a message at her office, you

know her number?" I called up Jake's mother Leah Black, the CEO of some Black &

Co. ranked 105th on the Forbes list of Fortune 500 and it

was no secret that she wanted it to be the numero uno. That

was why I most often than not found Jake waiting at the

gates of Roosevelt Prep for his mother to pick him up. I left a

message with her assistant that Jake was with us, his friend's mom and we would be at Bergdorf's. "Why doesn't she employ a nanny or an au pair?" Rosalie

hissed. "Poor kid, he has to wait all the day for her." "Mother doesn't think they do a good job," Jake offered an

excuse for his mother's incompetence. "Yeah, like she's doing any better at raising him, what kind

of a kid would he grow up into," Rosalie said, whispering so

that Jake won't hear. "We can't do anything, Rose," I said helplessly shrugging

remembering the instance when I had offered the same

solution to Leah Black and had been subject to her wrath. "You must be hungry, Jake" I asked looking at Jacob's sad

face while Rosalie and Renesmee played dress up in the

dressing rooms of Bergdorf's. "No, its fine –" he started but I cut him off holding out my

hand for him. "Come on, we'll get something to eat, okay," and started to

walk out of Bergdorf's while I typed a message explaining

our absence to Rosalie. "You want a burger, Jake? Or a taco?" I asked Jacob as soon

as we were outside the doors of Bergdorf's. "Can I have a hotdog?" Jacob asked hesitantly. "Yeah, of course you can," I smiled at him, hoping to put him

at ease. The hot dog vendor handed Jacob two hot dogs, made as

per his specifications. I wondered if Leah never allowed him

any street stuff for the fear of getting her tycoon-in-training

sick. God forbid, but, I wondered if Leah would sue me if

Jake got sick. A minute later, I and Jake were stuffing hot dogs hungrily

into our mouths and talking away. I felt sorry for the fact

that he couldn't have his mother here instead of me. But in a

manner of looking at the whole thing, she was building a

future for him. I had read about Jake's mother in last year's

November issue of Time, she was the Businesswoman of the Year. The article covered her rags-to-riches life story which

was surely more like a fairytale. Just too good to be true. She

had married her college boyfriend, some guy called Sam and

a year later, they had little Jake while Leah was still working

to build the foundations of Black empire. And a few months

later, Sam, Jake's father had died in a plane crash, right before their third marriage anniversary. My story was almost the same, except that my boyfriend got

a pregnancy scare and chose to stop talking to me

altogether rather than accepting his responsibilities of being

Renesmee's father. He wasn't really a jerk, no he wasn't. He was anything but a

perfect angel in human form; he was everything I could ever

ask for and all I'd ever need. All was well, until I got

pregnant with Renesmee and when I told him, he couldn't

decide how to react.

(Some guy's) POV I sat there, trying to relax while waiting for my sister to

finish shopping, I wondered what was it with women and

shopping, they were a package deal. Inseparable. Unlike her. Before I could stop myself I was thinking about her again, I

needed to stop. She didn't care anymore, why should I? Why

should I act like some lovestruck idiot who couldn't get over

his college girlfriend? Ex-girlfriend, I corrected myself. Alice is

right, I need to loosen up and let go. I should start dating.

Again.