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.
