A/N: I don't own Twilight, I only own the plot. What do you guys think of Grace? Thanks for the reviews. Don't be too hard on Paul, guys. He is a really good guy in this story. Here is chapter 2. Enjoy. P.S. If you haven't listened to Out of the woods by Taylor Swift, do it now. This story is loosely based on parts of the song. The song really resonated with me and inspired me. xxx

Chapter 2 - Moving on

BPOV

Bella was dancing with her work colleagues, at a club called China white. It was her farewell party. One thrown by the colleagues who were around the same age as her. There had been a formal tea and cake farewell at work, earlier, which was nice, but just a tad too boring for Bella's taste.

Mark ground himself against Bella suddenly, startling her. She suppose she'd asked for it, since she had flirted shamelessly with him for a while now, to get him to take over one of her more difficult patients, before she had to leave. This was a particularly demanding patient. Bella knew this, because Mrs. Wilson had been Bella's patient since she'd fallen pregnant with her first and second child and now with her third. Luckily Mark had agreed to take Mrs. Wilson off her hands. There was no point in starting something that she couldn't finish. She was leaving tomorrow, anyway. Bella sighed and gave in, grinding back against Mark. He was a very good looking guy, if you liked the surfer type kind of guy. Blond, curly hair, blue eyes and just a whisper of freckles over his nose and cheek bones. She didn't, though, but she supposed he'd have to do for tonight. She needed a release. Bella had been without sex for almost six months and it was starting to get to her.

"Let's get out of here." Bella whispered in his ear and pulled Mark from the crowded dance floor by his hand. He followed only too willingly.

"Your place or mine?" He asked as they stepped out of the club. The cold night air bit at Bella's face and her breath came out in white puffs. Her head spinning slightly. She had quite a few drinks tonight, and was slightly drunk.

"Yours." She answered him quickly, maybe a little too quickly. She just didn't want the hassle of shooing him from her house afterward. "Mine is a little uninhabitable at the moment. Everything is packed up into boxes already." It was the truth. Tomorrow she would be leaving as soon as the moving company loaded her stuff and right now there was only a tiny mattress on the living room floor that she would be sleeping on tonight.

"Oh yeah, baby." Mark groaned as he came, his body jerking to a halt, leaving Bella extremely unsatisfied.

'Jesus, what a tool.' Bella thought. The moment they'd stepped into his bedroom, he had removed both of their clothes in a rush. No kissing or even touching. Then, Bella had to lay there and watch him fumble with the fucking condom like it was brain science. When he'd almost broken a second condom in an attempt to get it over his below average sized dick, she relented and got up to help him.

And that was it. He spread her legs apart and thrust into her. No foreplay. Nothing. He didn't even play with her breasts. So, needles to say, if it weren't for the little bit of lubricant from the condom, it would have been a really painful round of sex. She wasn't wet at all and definitely not turned on. It was so different from what she was used to. She didn't think it was fair to compare him with Paul, because she knew that sex with him was on a whole different playing field, but even the odd guy here and there that she'd had sex with in the past, had been way better than Mark.

"Wow." Mark panted as he rolled off of Bella. "Good, right?"

"That was something else." Bella said, trying not to flat out tell him what a poor performance he'd given.

Obviously not catching on, he turned his head to her and smiled. "Yeah."

Bella got up. She would go take care of her needs at home, maybe take a bath and make good work of using the shower head for old time's sake.

"Where are you going?" Mark asked as disappointment laced his words and showed on his face.

"As great as this was," Bella motioned with her finger between them, trying not to sound too sarcastic, "I need to get going. I've got an early start tomorrow."

"Oh, okay." He said, sounding a little put down. Bella almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

The warm water of the bath almost burned Bella's skin as she brought the shower head to the place where she most needed it now. The strong spray against her needy bundle of nerves sent a jolt through her body. "Mmm," she moaned. Her mind drifted back to one of many nights in bed with Paul, making her lady bits throb. He had dragged Bella away from the labor ward one night and snuck them into an empty supply room. They'd both been too busy the past week to have any sex and they were both feeling a little depraved. Paul had made quick work of ridding them of their scrubs, lifted Bella up against one of the shelves and stroked her wet mound, dipping a finger languidly into her hot core, stretching her and soon added a second finger. They were kissing fiercely and tried to be quiet as Paul made Bella cum with only two fingers. He'd removed them when she'd ridden out her orgasm, putting his large fingers to his mouth, sucking off her juices. He always new how to turn her on. Bella had bucked her hips up to his, feeling his very erect cock push against her slick, swollen folds, the tip of his head dipping into her hot, weeping core.

"Ah, fuck. Yes!" Bella's orgasm pulled her back from her memories as she writhed, her lady bits pulsing with release. She panted as she came down from her high. How would anyone ever match up to Paul's skills in the bedroom. To Paul in general, actually

The moving company was at Bella's house bright and early the next morning, just as she'd dried off her coffee mug and stowed it in the box, labelled 'kitchen'.

She let them in and hurried over to her phone, a familiar song letting her know that it was her friend, Lana, calling.

"So? How was it? Give me all the dirty details, you little slut." Lana teased.

"Oh my god, Lana. Don't get me started." But Bella reluctantly launched into telling her friend about the previous nights events after she had left with Mark. Not leaving anything out.

"That's terrible." Lana said finally. "Was he at least sizeable?" Bella looked over to the men who were almost done loading all of her stuff. One of them gave her a naughty smile and a wink. Bella blushed, but continued, "No. He was way below par. I guess I'm used to much, much bigger. " She said in the direction of the pervy guy, who was watching her openly now. "Paul was about thirteen inches, I would say." This seemed to snap the guy out of it, as he looked down and busied himself with carrying out more boxes. 'Serves him right for trying to hit on her,' Bella thought wickedly.

"Okay, I have to go. I'll see you soon." Bella said as the last of the boxes were carried out from the house. Bella had to pick Lana up on the way to the airport, so that her friend could drive her car back again. Lana had agreed to buy the car from Bella. Charlie had already ordered a new car for Bella, and it was being transported to Forks at that very moment. Too bad it wouldn't be there until Monday morning.

The drive to John Wayne airport from Irvine took basically no time at all. Bella and Lana chatted about random things, both trying to avoid the sad good bye. Sure, they could visit, but Bella knew how these things went. Once both of them fell back into work and everyday life, chats over the phone would become shorter, messages would become less and eventually they would lose touch.

Lana helped Bella with her bags as they walked to the check-in desk.

The queue at the wasn't very long, which was sad. This meant that they had to say a relatively quick goodbye.

"I'll miss you." Lana said as she squeezed Bella tightly, rocking them both from side to side. "We can still visit each other."

"Of course we can." Bella agreed, knowing it was no use telling Lana otherwise. "I'll miss you too. I love you. Be good and don't do anything that wouldn't do."

A friendly woman, dressed in a navy uniform, helped Bella quickly and informed her that the flight was going to leave soon. This meant that Bella had to hurry.

Bella headed for the terminal as they called that her flight was now starting to board.

Once on the plane, Bella fished her Ipod from her purse and plugged the earpieces into her ears, sitting back in a comfortable business class seat. She sighed. Many nights had been spent wondering if she was doing the right thing in leaving her practice behind. Bella had worked really hard to get where she was today. She'd pushed her friends and family aside and sacrificed a personal life to become one of the most sought after OB/GYN's in Irvine. And what did she have to show for it? Nothing. Just a shit load of money. That was it. She was thirty two and wasn't even in a relationship.

Bella's last serious relationship had been with Paul. Bella and Paul had met each other briefly a couple of times while Bella had been in high school and when they ended up in med school together, their friendship came easy. That was how it went, wasn't it. You always automatically hung out with someone that you knew, just not to be alone in those scary first weeks at college. Eventually, their friendship grew into a relationship, the two of them clicking on a deeper level. They had fallen for each other hard and fast. They dated all through med school and even up until Bella got a job offer in California, to train under the top OB/GYN, who was going to retire soon and was looking for someone to take over from him. Someone to whom he could pass on his knowledge. Bella still remembered how she had cried the day she told Paul he needed to let her go. Bella had been overly ambitious back then, always thinking that there would be time for a personal life later. It had broken Paul's heart, both of their's actually. Bella sighed. She supposed there was no point in dwelling on the past.

Bella scanned the waiting crowd for her parents. She had seen them almost a year ago and in that moment she realized how selfish she had been. She had missed so many Christmases and special occasions, including her parent's thirtieth anniversary, all because she wanted to make a name for herself. She now knew that leaving her practice in Irvine to come work at the local clinic on the reservation, near Forks, had been the right choice. It meant that she would work a nine to five job, have less stress and she would no longer be on call every other night. She could spend more time with friends and family. Time, that Bella now understood, was very precious.

"Bella!" Her mother shouted and waved, somewhere to the left. Her mother looked so happy to see her. She let go of Charlie's hand and practically ran to her daughter.

"Mom! God, it's good to see you." She embraced her mother tightly, not wanting to let go.

Reneé cupped Bella's face in her hands, giving her a proper once over, before pulling Bella back into her arms. "Oh, my baby, I'm so glad you're here."

"Let her breathe, darling." Charlie scolded his wife playfully as he took his turn to hug his daughter.

"Hi, Bell's." He smiled, his mustache twitching up at the corners. "Welcome home."

The three of them walked close together toward the carousel where quite a few bags were still going around. Bella rushed to grab her pink luggage as it passed by and huffed as she felt how heavy it was. Why did she have to pack so much clothes. She was going to buy a new wardrobe anyway, as the weather in Forks differed greatly from that in Cali.

"You look like you haven't eaten in months." Her mother commented, her brows smashing together in a frown as she looked over her shoulder to her daughter sitting in the back of the car. You're extremely thin."

"There wasn't time to eat regularly, mom. In fact, there wasn't time for anything except work."

"You had time for sex." Her mother said knowingly. Bella and her mother had a very open relationship.

"Not as much as I would have liked. Save for last night, I've been without any for almost six months. Don't you just feel so sorry for me?" Bella teased.

Charlie coughed to show his discomfort, which Bella and Reneé ignored blithely.

"So, what happened last night? And with whom?" her mother continued the conversation.

"Ugh," Bella groaned, "his name's Mark. Unbelievably shit in bed and",Bella shot a quick glance at her father to make sure he wasn't looking and then focused her attention back on her mother, illustrating with her thumb and forefinger, the size of Mark's penis, or rather, the lack there of.

"Seriously!" Charlie frowned into the rear view mirror at his daughter. "Can the two of you not talk about this while I'm here. I'd like to keep pretending that my daughter is still very much an innocent woman."

Bella and Reneé laughed, but changed the topic to her new job.

"When do you start at the clinic?" Her mother asked.

"I've got the week off, and then I take over from Doctor Seymour. He promised that he would still help me get into the swing of things for a week and then he's going to leave me to my merry old self."

"I think you are going to enjoy working there, Bell's." Charlie chipped in. "And you can spend time with your friends on the reservation again."

"Yeah, I can."

Bella had become good friends with Paul's friends over the years that they've dated. The two of them had spent most of their vacations on the reservation with Leah, Emily and the rest of the gang. Or at Paul's parents or her parent's house.

'Leah,' Bella thought. 'How she missed her BFF.' They had hit it off from night one, when Paul had introduced Bella to his friends, as his girlfriend. This was one relationship that Bella had never neglected, even if most of it was via text message or over the phone. Leah had visited her twice since she had moved to California, but they were both busy women with good jobs and more regular visits weren't possible.

A/N: I love how open Bella and her mother are. I wanted to bring in a little comic relief and I thought that Bella and Reneé's conversation would be the perfect way to do it.