Oui, I changed up the summary and took out any mention of The Waitress. The reaction to my fanfiction was extremely scarce, and that's probably because in the movie Jenna and Dr. Palmater(sp?) don't end up together.

There was a reason I said that this was only loosely based on the movie. In this version, it goes on after the ending in the movie, and yes, it will be Bella and Edward together. I think it's unfair that people are letting the biased belief that they think they know what will happen get in the way of reading this.

Disclaimer: Recognizable characters and Twilight references belong to SMeyer. Recognizable plot belongs to Fox, and whoever it is that wrote the screenplay for The Waitress.

Dr. Masen was probably the sexiest man I'd ever seen, with his boy-ish manly looks, bronze hair and innocent looking green eyes. Even though I knew he probably was a married man and way out of my league, it didn't stop my ogling.

He seemed a bit strange, though. Nervous.

I didn't want to trust him. But there was something in his deep green eyes that made me feel like I was naked, and infinitely more beautiful than anyone else. Made me feel like he would never hurt me.

But it didn't matter. Soon, I would be free of this miserable town. I wasn't sure where I would go. A big city. Maybe Phoenix, Arizona. Maybe enjoy some sun after a lifetime of rain.

Or maybe Chicago. Learn about my mother's life before mine.

My heart ached at the thought of my mother.

Not now.

The bus was late, but the ride was short. I tried to speed walk the five blocks to the diner, hoping to make up for some lost time, but I was still six minutes late.

"You're la—"

"By six minutes, I'm sorry the bus was late," I said, shoving past Emmett as I made my way to the bathroom to change.

"Why doesn't your damn husband just buy you a car already?"

"Because he doesn't want me going anywhere," I mumbled.

I shut the bathroom door, stripping out of my sweater and shirt, but I paused to look at my stomach. Could there really be a baby in there?

The door opened and Rosalie entered, startling me.

I covered up my stomach with my shirt, scooting back.

"Close the door," I hissed.

"Relax, Bella. It's not like you can see it."

I sighed. She was right. I buttoned up the front of the uniform, looking at myself in the mirror again as I tied my half-apron around my waist.

"How's the doc?"

"Fine. New Doctor. A man."

"Is he single? Might be good for Alice."

For some reason, the thought of Alice being with Dr. Masen didn't sit well with me at all. A small wave of something I couldn't identify rolled over me.

"No, I think he's married. He had a ring on his finger."

"Oh. Well, I hope she finds a good guy soon. I'm afraid the next loser to Love-Her-and-Leave-Her might be the one that pushes her into becoming a lesbian or something like—"

"Ooh" I gasped. That wave I couldn't identify rolled over me again, only more intense. And this time I realized exactly what it was.

"What is it? Are you okay, Bella? You look a little green." Rosalie's concerned voice did nothing to help, though.

"Yeah, I'm alright. I just felt nauseous for a second. That's all."

I still felt nauseous, freezing as another wave rolled over me, while I felt my stomach churn.

"Good. Hey, could you do me a favor? Old Jake just sat in my section, and I don't think I can deal with him today. And you handle him much better than I do."

"Sure."

"Thanks, Bella. You're a life saver."

I nodded, giving myself another once-over, checking to make sure I still didn't look pregnant. As though it was possible for be to grow a baby bump in three minutes.

I grabbed a notepad, heading over to Rosalie's section.

"Hi, Jake. What can I get you today, my friend?"

Jake set down him paper, raising his face to look at me slowly before saying, "This is my diner. I own it."

I groaned silently, sensing a lecture coming on. "I know you do, Jake."

"And I think it's warm in here. I know I'm warm."

"I'll tell Emmett, Jake."

"They keep all of my businesses too warm," He continued, ignoring me. "My gas station, my supermarket, my laundry-mat…but this is my favorite business. 'Jake's Pie Shop'. I'm Jake, and I will not tolerate my business being too damn warm on the inside."

"I hear you, Jake."

"Turn the air on!"

"Yes sir, I'll get right on that."

He nodded, seeming pleased. "Now. I'll have two glasses of water, no ice."

"Not a problem."

"Two glasses. No ice. And I want the Bad Baby keish pie, with tomato on the side on its own plate."

"No potatoes with that?" I asked, knowing how he wouldn't want them with this, but that he wouldn't say that he didn't want them. And if I brought them out, he would probably send them back.

"Did I say anything about potatoes? Where'd you get potatoes from?"

"No potatoes, tomato." I confirmed.

"On its own place. And salt and pepper."

"Is that all?"

"No," he said, as if it was stupidly obvious. "I want orange juice, fresh squeezed with no ice. But don't bring that out first. Bring the water first. Bring the orange juice out with the meal."

I nodded, and he continued. "Okay. Now listen to my horoscope before you skedaddle away…'Aquarius... Smooth sailing today, as Mars enters your inner circle', whatever the hell that means... 'The ones you love will listen carefully to you today, just make sure you're careful about what you say.' Huh. I don't have ones I love." He seemed lost in thought for a moment, before tuning back in and looking up at me. "Would you like to hear yours?"

"I'm an Aquarius too, Jake. I don't have ones I love either, just ones I live with. Excuse me, I think I'm going to be sick."

I clamped a hand over my mouth as I felt the nausea roll over me again, and I ran to the bathroom before emptying my stomach out into the toilet bowl.

I groaned, holding myself for a few seconds, before standing up and going over to the sink to rinse out my mouth. Gum. I need gum.

I knew I wouldn't have any in my bag, but I was sure Alice wouldn't mind if I borrowed some from her bag. I unzipped the bag hastily, rummaging through its contents.

"Bella?"

My head snapped up, hitting it on the coat rack. Immediately my hand went to cradle my head, hissing as I felt it throb.

"Oh my God, are you okay?!"

"I'm fine," I hissed, hoping the throbbing would stop, soon.

"What were you doing going through my stuff, anyway?"

"I just threw up. I figured you might have some since I saw you chewing on it earlier."

"Oh, I'm sorry Bella…that was my last piece. I have some breath spray you can use, though."

"Really? Even better. Thank you!"

"Here you go," she said as she handed me the small container.

I rinsed my mouth again, before spraying twice.

"Hey, Bella?"

"Yeah?"

"I have a five minute blind date tonight with an insurance agent named Pete; five foot ten, thirty seven, all his hair, loves fishing—"

"Five minutes? What, he can't afford the whole thing?"

"No. I'm trying this new thing where I go on a date with a guy for five minutes, even if we both like really each other. This way if he's awful I only have to put up with him for five minutes."

"I see."

"And…well, I was wondering if you could make me one of your Magic Love Pies."

I frowned. I never made that pie. It was my mother's favorite recipe.

"Alice…I don't know."

"Please!" She begged, "It's my favorite. There's nothing that could ever compare to it!"

I sighed. I couldn't deny that I wanted to make it. I just wasn't sure I could without bringing up bad memories.

"Alright. I'll make it during my break."

"Thanks, Bella! You're the queen of goodness and kindness."

I just nodded, spraying the breath spray into my mouth again.

I washed my hands before going back into the kitchen to fix up Jake's meal. I froze, knowing there was something I was forgetting. No potatoes…tomato on a separate plate…

I shook my head, choosing to ignore it. Whatever it was couldn't be too serious. I was sure Jake would remind me.

I balanced the plate on my arm as I entered the dining area.

"Are you with child?"

The sudden shock cost me the loss of my attention to the care in my footing. Immediately in shock I tripped over my own feet, feeling with horror as the tray started to slip in my arms.

I managed to steady it, but unfortunately, the glass of water I was going to take to another customer slipped off the edge of the tray, before crashing and spilling all over the table.

I frowned, reaching into my half-apron for napkins as I starting cleaning up the mess.

"What nonsense were you speaking of?" I didn't have to pretend to sound agitated.

"When I was your age I knew a girl named Leah. I made sweet love to her all through the summer of '42, and she had that look on her face all through the fall. I almost married her right up, but she lost the baby. Close call."

"Shh, Jake, shut up. I don't want Emmett hearing it, because I can't lose this job. I need to make money so I can get away from my husband."

"Why? What's wrong with him? And where's the salt and pepper? And is that orange juice for me? I said no ice."

So that was what I'd forgotten. I reached over to the table next to him for their salt and pepper to add to his, and then turned my attention back to him.

"I'll go get you some more O.J., but you need to promise me that you won't say anything about this baby."

"What baby?"

I paused, reading his face, hoping he was sincere.

"Good man."

I set his plates of food down, before turning around and heading back to the kitchen, when Rosalie pulled me to the side.

"Bella, Mike's on the phone."

I frowned. "Tell him I'm busy."

"I can't. He might come over here and cause a scene again."

My frown deepened, and I pushed the glass of orange juice into Rosalie's hands.

"Here. Get Jake some new orange juice. No ice, or he'll bite you head off."

"Got it."

"Hello, Mike."

Hey Bell. Just checking on you.

"I'm doing good, Mike."

You don't sound happy I called.

"No, I am happy you called." Lie. "So are you picking me up, tonight?"

I've got work to do.

"That's fine, I can get a ride with Rosalie."

You know how hard I work, babe.

"Yes, I know you work hard, Mike. Hey listen, I've got to go. Busy day."

Good. Love you.

"I love you too." Lie.

I set the phone back in place, before suddenly picking it up and slamming it back down.

I sighed. I shouldn't have used busy as an excuse. He'll be expecting more money than I was willing to give him.

"Your dress is really pretty, Alice," Rosalie remarked after looking away from the mirror.

She smiled, looking up and straightening her skirt. "It's a little tight around the butt, I fear."

"Oh, no worries. Men like a little meat back there. Don't they Bella?"

"I have no idea what men like," I responded, indifferent.

"Speaking of extra meat, Bella, does Mike have any idea that you're pregnant?"

"No. He doesn't notice. And he never will. I'm just going to run away, the day of the bake-off."

"Wow," Alice breathed. "How much money do you have saved?"

"Not much, but it's enough. About twelve hundred. And I can make a couple hundred more by the contest."

"What pie are you going to bake?"

"I don't know. One of my mother's recipes, maybe."

"You know what you should do with the money? You should open up your own pie shop."

I used to have dreams when I was younger about having my own pie shop. I stopped dreaming after I married Mike, but every now and then, when it was quiet and I lost myself in thought, it would come back.

"Alright, back to reality…Rosalie, could you give me a ride home?"

"I'm sorry, Bella. Take the bus."

"What? Why?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"Because I can't. Not yet, at least."

"But that's not fair," Alice interjected. "We tell you everything! You can't hide stuff from us!"

"It might not be fair, but just trust me for now. Please?" She checked her watch, before gasping and mumbling her goodbyes as she ran off.

I turned to Alice.

"Well…whatever it is, I hope it's good for her."

"Same."

"Hey, could you drop me off at the bus station on the way to your date?"

"Yeah, sure. Of course, Bella!"

I wasn't really sure how I managed to make it through the day. I was…distracted. Bella hadn't left my mind.

Of course she hadn't. She was the fabric of my fantasies.

I sincerely hoped that this would only be a passing infatuation. Bella was married. And even if she was the most beautiful and intelligent woman I'd ever met, she probably was very much in love with her husband. She was too good to have an affair. And she was definitely too good for me.

And Tanya didn't deserve a cheating fiancé. She wasn't the woman of my dreams, but that didn't make her a bad person. She deserved to have a man that could give her everything she wanted…someone that would worship her every breath and treat her like a Goddess.

And I wasn't that man, but I could be. I just had to give it time.

Fortunately, I had plenty of time to think tonight. My car wouldn't start. I was a bit upset, but it was time for a new car anyway. This time, I wanted a Volvo.

I finished what was left of Bella's pie, while I sat at the bus stop. If I was being completely honest, I would have to say that it was the best pie I'd ever had. It was better than sex. And it brought back memories that I thought were lost, from my childhood. I couldn't remember my mother, since I was just that young when she died, but I remembered my mother made good cherry pie. Nothing like Bella's, but just taking that first bite of Bella's pie made the image of my mother sharpen a bit.

I'd just crumpled up the tin foil wrapping when I felt someone sit beside me.

"Bella?" I asked, surprised

Her eyes were closed. She seemed lost in thought.

"Bella?"

Her eyes shot open.

"What? Oh! Dr. Masen, hi! How are you?"

"I'm good. How are you?"

"Good."

I frowned, feeling the loss of emotion in her voice. Come back, I willed it.

"I'm not trying to sound rude, but what are you doing here? I thought you had a car."

I felt myself take in the breath I'd been holding, hearing her emotion return. "I do. It's old, though. And I need a new one. It wouldn't start, so I have to ride the bus. I was thinking of getting a Volvo, maybe."

She nodded. "Good cars. Too expensive for me, though."

I shrugged, looking down at my hands, seeing the tin foil reminding me of something I'd been dying to ask. "Did you make that pie you gave me?"

"Um, yes, I did."

"It was the most amazing pie I'd ever had. Probably the best I ever will."

She hesitated a bit, and her eyes seemed to be searching mine for something. I wish I knew what they were looking for. She seemed to find it, though, because she continued. "I…Thank you. It's not my best pie, though. Dr. Cullen tells me it's his favorite, so I make it for him every time I visit him."

I nodded, taking that in. "Dr. Cullen is a good man."

"Yes, he is. He delivered me. You wouldn't believe it looking at him, though. He looks so young doesn't he? I was his first delivery, he tells me. I don't remember him ever changing, though. Always looked the same to me. That man has great genes, I guess."

I always thought he looked a bit unnatural, personally. I'd never really said it before, but Mr. Cullen was probably the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. I felt strange thinking it, but it was just true.

"Did he ever mention why he retired?"

"Well, erm, no. He called to let me know he retired. He didn't give me a reason why, though."

I wasn't sure at first if I should tell her about what I knew about his patient, since I could have been completely wrong, so I didn't mention it.

I didn't have to, though. Talking with Bella was effortless. We never ran out of things to say. I found out that she wasn't just intelligent, she was brilliant. Eventually the conversation turned to favorite books, and I found out that she loved to read but she didn't have the money or the time to go bookstores, or to the library.

I frowned, unhappy. Reading was obviously something that made her happy, and she couldn't? That knowledge made me feel anxious. I wanted her to be happy. The feeling made me a bit uncomfortable. It was then that I realized that Bella seemed to hold an unconscious power over me.

The conversation went on, though, and we kept talking until the bus came, and even after we got on.

The bus ride was too short, the time filled with our words.

"Please? Please? Please? Please?"

I knew he wouldn't stop asking until I'd given in. Mike acted like such a child sometimes, especially for a man that was asking me to sleep with him.

"Please?"

"Mike…I just…don't feel like it. I've got a headache, and I feel about as sexy as a tree stump."

"You've never been sexier. Please? It's been two months!"

He was silent for a moment. He was probably too busy staring at my breasts. I turned to look at him, and my suspicions were confirmed.

"…is it just my imagination, or have your tits gotten bigger?"

I shuddered at his use of language."That's crazy, Mike."

"No it's not. They look like they grew a size practically overnight."

I was silent.

"Look, I've got to be with you, or I'm going to die."

I rolled my eyes, but his were still glued to my breasts so he didn't notice.

I knew I didn't have a choice, though. I could either agree and hope it gets done sooner than later, or I could draw this out, and possibly make him angry.

I sighed.

"Say something sexy," he mumbled, his hands awkwardly groping at my breasts.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked, emotionless.

That must have been enough, though, because he groaned suddenly, and climaxed before collapsing on top of me.

Having sex with Mike was like losing my virginity. Again. And again. And again.

It never got better. Eventually it stopped being painful, but it was always clumsy, awkward and uncomfortable. For me, at least. He seemed to enjoy it a lot.

I don't believe I've ever climaxed once, in all of the years I've been with him.

He fell asleep pretty quickly, well spent.

The problem was that he was still on top of me. I tried to gently roll him over, and prayed that he wouldn't wake up.

He didn't.

I grabbed a plastic bag from the kitchen, making sure it was well zipped before stepping into the bathroom and slipping the top off of the toilet. I hoped the bag wouldn't leak.

"Bella!" Alice shouted, as she grabbed my arm, pulling me aside the moment I stepped into the diner.

"If someone comes in and asks for me, send him away. Got it?"

"Sure, but tell me what's going on?"

"Oh my God, Bella, yesterday was the worst day of my life. You know how I was supposed to meet some guy named Pete? Well, he sent me his cousin Oagey instead."

"Oh, I'm sure it couldn't have been that bad."

"You weren't there, Bella. It was the worst date, ever. I thought I was going to have to kill myself to get away from him! In five minutes, he went through the entire medical and psychiatric history of his family. And he told me he wants to marry me!"

"No!" I shouted, horrified.

"Yeah, and he said he's never giving up, not ever giving up. That's what he said!"

"Oh, no! That's horrible, Alice!"

"And then, when the five minutes were up, he refused to leave! He told me he loved me and that we were meant to be together forever!"

"How did you get away?" I asked her, still horrified.

"Well, I guess the whole night wasn't so bad. There was another guy in the restaurant. I think his date blew him off for someone else, but he got up and told Oagey that I obviously wasn't interested and that I was way out of his league. You should have seen him, Bella! I thought they were going to fight, but Oagey left, saying he was never giving up, and that he'd be back. When he was finally gone, I turned to look at the other guy…he was so handsome… I wasn't thinking right. I believe I said to him, 'You've kept me waiting a long time.' It was so embarrassing, but he was so sweet! We talked until the restaurant kicked us out."

"Oh…that's good, I guess."

"But Oagey came back, today! I made the mistake of telling him I worked here, before realizing how awful he was! He came here with flowers, and I got him to leave, but he said he was going to come back! Again! Good lord, Bella! I don't know what to do! If someone comes in asking to see me, send him away, alright? Just, I don't know…tell him I'm not here or something."

I nodded. "Got it."

She hugged me, suddenly. "Thanks, Bella! I don't know what I'd do without you."

I hugged her back, before leaving so I could quickly set up my station, getting ready as well.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" Someone tapped my shoulder, and I spun around, turning to look at a tall handsome man. He towered over me, and I couldn't help but notice his blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a bouquet of flowers.

"Yes?"

"I'm looking for a Miss Alice Brandon?" He had a thick southern accent.

Immediately, I blinked. This was Oagey? The creepy stalker? Why the hell would she want to get rid of him? This is the kind of guy every girl dreams would stalk her.

"I'm sorry, she's not here. I think she—"

"Bella!" Alice cried, appearing out of nowhere. "Bella! This is Jasper. Remember, I told you about the other guy at the restaurant?"

"Oh!" I squeaked in surprise. "Nice to meet you. Hey, Alice I've got to get back to work, I'll talk to you later."

"Tell Emmett I'm taking my break for me, could you?"

I nodded, leaving them alone, and I couldn't help but notice the way Jasper looked at her as she accepted his flowers, spelling them appreciatively. It looked as though he adored her.

I couldn't help but be a little jealous. Why couldn't I have what she had?

And I would probably never have it. If I finally do escape Mike, I'm never dating another man as long as I live. I can't trust myself to choose a good man. That much was obvious.

I just realized it isn't all human. Carlisle is still a vampire. But he isn't key to the plot. I'm just trying to fill this with as much Twilight as possible.