The rest of the week went by smoothly and I was thankful for that. It was now Saturday and I was taking the boys to Port Angels to get an idea on the Tuxedo colors and styles. Unfortunately Carlisle couldn't do it because he was working and we had to take Emmett's Jeep; my cars were too small.
"So where are we going," Emmett asked from the back seat.
"Men's Warehouse." The rest of the ride was spent in silence; a comfortable silence.
"Okay you guys go in and I'm going to go get a hot chocolate," I said already walking away from the parked vehicle.
"Hold on, mom, I'm coming with you," Edward and Jasper said at the same time. Edward wrapped his arms around my shoulder and Jasper was beside me. He held the door open for us.
"Can I have a umm," I thought for a moment before changing my mind, Vente Hot Chocolate with whip and chocolate on top."
"Ten fifty-six ma'am," the young man behind the counter blushed. I smiled softly handing him my card.
"So what color are we looking for," Jasper asked.
"I don't know to be honest," I frowned in thought, "Maybe you should go watch Emmett because I don't want him to destroy anything." Jasper chuckled before nodding and leaving, "Okay mom."
"So how did it go with Isabella," I asked nudging him.
"It… went," he struggled a little, "I told her we shouldn't be friends. But I also said that I didn't want us to not be friends."
"Well there's some progress," I smiled up at him, "That's good. I'm proud of you sweetie." He smiled down at me causing my grin to widen.
"Here you go miss," The same teen as before said handing me my drink.
"Thank you," I smiled taking it away from him. Edward, once again, put his arm around my shoulders as we walked out and across the street.
~Bella's (Third Person) Point of View~
After going to La Push they still weren't ready to go home. So they went to Starbucks in Port Angels. It wasn't too late, only about eight thirty – nine o'clock. In the corner of the café they sat talking and joking. Isabella sat in the seat facing the entrance where she could observe everyone. She was beginning to get bored, until she saw Edward walk in with his brother, Jasper, and some woman. Squinting her eyes she realized it was the same girl from the hospital. Isabella continued to observe them. When Jasper left the interaction between Edward and the unknown female seemed to change. Her eyes narrowed at them and her jealousy and envy began to consume her. Who is she? Isabella thought frowning heavily Is she his girlfriend? No one mentioned her! Isabella frown deepened as she tried to find something wrong with her. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into a high pony tail with her bangs lying perfectly to the left side of her face. The female's skin was pale but not as pale as hers. She wore a white dress that was sheer at the top with a color and a bowtie. Her feet were adorned with blue strappy pumps that matched the ring on her finger. She had a black clutch purse that was rested delicately on her shoulder. In a nutshell she looked perfect and Isabella hated her. Another pang of jealously and hatred swept through her when they smiled at each other and Edward his arm around her shoulders. The pair in question walked out; the blonde haired female sipping happily on her hot beverage. Isabella completely ignored her friends as she watched them walk in to the Men's Warehouse. That's who he must be taking to his father's wedding Isabella thought glaring at the blonde.
~Hazel's Point of View~
I sat with my legs folded beneath me and my heels off as I watched the boys try on tuxedos. Well I was watching Edward and Jasper try on tuxedos, Emmett ripped out of their largest size like the Hulk; so he was sitting next to me pouting, which I found adorable.
"What do you think," Edward asked as he and Jasper came back out.
"Hmmm," I tilted my head to the side in thought, "Both of you turn for me." They nodded and did as they were told.
"No, I don't like it." Jasper groaned giving me a pleading look. I actually found it quite hilarious that, for beings that don't get tired or need any sleep, they were whipped.
"Oh ha ha," Edward snorted causing me to giggle.
"Alright you guys can change. It's pretty late."
"Finally" Emmett groaned jumping up, "I'll be in the car." I got up putting my shoes back on.
"Are you planning on making a purchase," Janice, the sale associate, asked.
"Yes," I grabbed the ripped tux, "My son accidently ripped this."
"That's okay Miss Green; you don't have to pay for it."
"No, I insist," I said taking out my Black Visa Card.
"That was nice of you," Jasper said once we were in the car.
"It was nothing," I shrugged yawning suddenly feeling fatigued. He snorted, causing my eyes to dart up to the rear view mirror, rolling his eyes.
"Hey don't you roll your eyes at me young man," I chided playfully. There was a pause before we all started laughing because of how ridiculous that sounded. However all laughter from me stopped when excruciating pain shot through my wrists. Reacting quickly I pulled the car over to the right turning it off. I rested my head against the steering wheel rubbing my wrists to try and ease the pain with my eyes shut tightly in a futile attempt to hold back tears.
"Mom, are you okay," Emmett asked concern thick in his voice.
"Mhm," I nodded tears streaming down my face. Letting out a shaky breath I opened my eyes, ignoring their concerned gazes, and lifted my hands to put the back on the steering wheel. Even holding something didn't stop the violent shaking. Taking a few deep breaths I lowered my head; shame and embarrassment coursing through my being, "I can't drive." There was a pause of silence before Emmett's massive pale hand covered mine.
"Yeah she's asleep," Emmett replied after looking over at their mother. They spent the rest of the ride in silence. None of them knowing what was going on or what to say about what had just happened. When they got home they were relieved to find that Carlisle was there. After pulling in to the garage and shutting off the car Jasper had Hazel in his arms carrying her into the house.
"Is she okay," Alice asked meeting them at the door, "All I saw was her holding her wrists."
"I- we don't know. She just pulled over and grabbed her wrists, then her hands were shaking and she couldn't drive. Even her thoughts weren't clear," Edward replied.
"It's nerve damage," Carlisle said as he came down the stairs, "Set her on the couch."
"Is it from when…," Rosalie trailed off.
"Yes," Carlisle nodded taking one of his love's wrists in his hand to examine it. Even with her body being relaxed while she slept her hands still shook.
"So what's wrong with them," Emmett asked.
"The muscles have been strained and there is severe nerve damage. She takes medication for it but sometimes she has bad days and I guess this is a bad day."
~Later that Night~
Carlisle was lying in bed with Hazel curled up at his side. He was watching the news on mute while holding Hazel close; it was roughly around two in the morning.
"It hurts," she moaned shifting positions. Her hands were still shaking.
"I know sweet heart," he mumbled kissing her head. He heard her sniffle before a sob gurgled in her throat and she buried her head in his neck. He knew there was nothing he could do to make her stop. He knew that the last thing she wanted was the children to see her like this; to see her break down.