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AN: another update for you guys..just thought i'd give you something to end your day with

enough talk...carry on

RPOV:

A month later.

Fridays, people celebrate Fridays right?

I don't see the big deal, it's just the day before Saturday, so it's the weekend, but weekends don't exist for me. It's usually just another work day. I glanced down at my desk.

Papers and folders were spread all over the place. All those files contained everything that was ruining lives. Divorce and custody cases…it takes a toll on families. I looked at the framed picture sitting on the corner of my desk. It was from Leilah's birthday party last year. The happy faces of my friends and I stared back at me. They were the only family I had.

We were a family, a dysfunctional one, with our own share of problems.

There was a light knock on my office door and my assistant popped his in.

"Um, er, Ms. Hale, you have someone here for you." He nervously said.

"Who is it, James?" I asked.

"Um, a, Mr. Edward Cullen,"

"Dammit, James! Listen to me, if he ever comes looking for me, let him in, no questions asked, appointment or not. He is high priority. I'll drop whatever it is I'm doing for him. Got it?" I scolded.

James nodded.

Why was he so scared of me? I thought, I mean really, is it that hard to remember my best friends? They're all I have, and they deserve my attention.

"Send him in." I sighed.

"Right way, Ms. Hale, I'm sorry."

The door shut. A minute later the door opened again and Edward walked in, hands in his pockets. I got up and gave him a hug.

"How are you?" I asked. I was worried about him.

"Fine, I've made a decision," Edward huffed.

I nodded, motioning for him to sit down and I took a seat at my desk. "What's the verdict dear?" I asked.

"I'm going to do it. I've talked to my parents, Alice and Jasper, and Bella. They all support me. I'm going to do it. I can't stand it anymore, Rose," he explained.

"I'm proud of yo,u Edward, I really am. You deserve someone who cares about you, and won't take your love for granted. I'll draw the papers up and you can come by sometime next week and we'll talk," I said, with a tiny smile on my face.

"Alright, thanks, Rose," he said.

I could see the sense of relief on his face.

"Edward, do you know what next week is?" I asked, hoping he hadn't forgotten.

He looked confused, and then he realized it.

"Jacob..." he replied, quietly.

I nodded in acknowledgment and grimaced. We all hated seeing Bella so torn up around this time.

"We should talk to her about it on Sunday, Rose."

"We can't just spring something like that on her, Edward. You know how she gets around this time. She's already sensitive because of Alice and the baby."

"I'm worried about her, Rosalie. I met with her and Leilah for lunch last week, do you know what I saw?"

"I don't know if I want to know," I said. I was starting to get a little worried about Bella myself now.

"She wasn't all there, Rose. It's already starting. She knows it's coming up. It's just like last year, she's slowly starting to pull away already. We need to talk to her, take action now. We can't loose her again."

"I know, Edward, I know. We can't do too much though. If we interfere too much, she'll just get upset with us. All we can do is be there for her."

I looked at him. He looked like a man who was loosing everything in his life. "I know, Rose. We just need to try our hardest to be there for her," Edward added.

"And we will, Edward. Can I ask you something?" I questioned.

He nodded.

"Are you okay? No offense, but you're starting to look stressed."

He was silent. He pinched the bridge of his nose. That's when I knew something was up, he was stressed out.

"I'll be fine, Rose. I'm just a little worn out from work. They've had me in the pit all week. Anytime I get home and have the time to sleep and relax, Tanya is there. She makes me feel guilty for wanting to sleep, so I don't. I spend all my time with her. Then, she wants to go out, and most of the time it's out shopping, dinner or dancing. It always ends of up being about what she wants to do. Then there's Bella..." he sighed, taking a deep breath. "I'm not convinced she's fine about Alice's baby. She hasn't had that spark in her eyes since the news. When I saw her last week she looked worn. She put on her happy face for me, Rose. She's hurting on the inside. I just don't know what to do for her anymore."

I looked at my friend. His head was buried in his hands. I got up and crouched down besides him, placing my hand on his shoulder.

"Listen, don't worry about it. We'll get Bella through this, we always do. She'll be fine. We'll get you through your divorce, Edward. We're all here for you, just a phone call away. My place is always open to you. It's down the street from the hospital. It's always quiet, and Tanya-free. I'll get a key made for you and have it for you on Sunday."

"Rosalie, you don't have to do that."

"I know, Edward, but you need somewhere to go. Even if it's just for a few hours."

He looked up at me. "Thank you, Rose. I've got to get going, Tanya's going to be expecting me home soon," he sighed.

I got up as he got up. I walked him to the elevator. I went back to my office. I looked at my cell phone and saw that I had a text message.

I smiled at the sender.

Miss you...are you free?

That was all I needed. I grabbed my jacket and purse and walked out the door.

"James, I'm meeting a client for lunch. If you need anything, call me. And by anything, I mean life or death dammit," I yelled as I walked out.

I pulled up to the building, and walked through the familiar glass doors. I felt a little guilty for what I was doing, but there was no reason for me to feel that way. It was totally harmless right? I walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the sixth floor.

DING! The doors opened and I walked out.

"Good Afternoon, Ms. Hale," the receptionist greeted me.

I returned the gesture with a smile.

I walked to the wooden door and knocked before opening the door. There he sat, behind his desk piled high with papers. The sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his sleeves, his tie loosened. He looked up from the papers and smiled. God, that smile. He got up and walked towards me. I shut the door and locked it.

He immediately embraced me into his arms. I rested my head gently on his chest. It was like we were meant to be, I fit perfectly in his arms. He placed his hand under my chin and moved my head up so that his lips would reach mine. His warm lips against mine, sent shivers down my spine, he was so perfect. This felt so bad, but so good at the same time.

"Emmett…" I murmured.