His name
"Hello? Rose? I´m sorry, Rose. I um… something unexpected happened and I was delayed, I´m on my way."
"Don´t worry, Bella. It´s kinda late and the kids are tired now."
"Tell your sister I´m sorry," she begs. "Will you be home tonight?"
"Yeah… See you later."
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"You let those kids waiting. I had bragged to my nephew about my story-teller roomy," Rose pouts just before she stuffs her mouth with ice-cream.
"I´m s—"
"Yeah, yeah. I know. So what´s the deal? Rosalie interrupts her umpteenth apology.
"Remember that guy I fucked in a bathroom a few months ago?"
"You're pregnant!" Rose teases.
"What? Shit, Rose. No!"
"Okay, then. What about him?"
"I´ve kinda seen him a couple of times more after that."
Rosalie looks at her and gestures with her hand for Bella to continue.
"I don´t know his name," she confesses. "And he doesn´t know mine."
A/N: Some of you have wondered what Bella does. She is a professional story teller. ;) Never heard of that? I swear, they do exist. One of my bffs (let´s call her Luna because that fits her so well) is one and she is fantastic! She does well, too. When we were growing up I used to think she was a little crazy, but now I know she just knew what she was good for and what made her happy. She makes lots of people (yeah, not just kids) happy.
Oh, and that story about Death getting fat because she ate all the food of the people she was supposed to be taking is hers :D