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Monday

BPOV

It was late when I arrived home last night. I decided that I didn't want to wake Alice and would talk to her this morning instead. But now that it was the morning….. I still wasn't looking forward to telling her. It was my saving grace that she was gone when I woke up this morning.

"How was your weekend?" Alice sat down next to me. I was scrolling aimlessly through the hospital's news page.

"It was fine but tiring. How was yours? Was it good seeing your cousin?" I turned the attention away from me. I'm going to tell her….. just not yet.

Her face lit up before jumping into topic. "My weekend was great! It was kinda crazy seeing him since he is so much older now. I still remember Edward being young but now he's 30 and tall. We were able to catch up as if he hadn't been gone for so long."

"That's good, I'm happy for you." It was nice seeing her excited about family since it was normally a touchy subject. Alice got along well with Emmett and his parents. Her parents however, aren't the nicest. They are high class and enjoy a rather lavish lifestyle. Normally that wouldn't be an issue but they didn't appreciate Alice's ambitions. They became upset when Alice chose to get a degree rather than becoming a perfect housewife.

"Yeah, it's kinda crazy. Edward came back because he's getting married! You should totally come to the wedding as my date." My head snapped up to look at her.

"I don't know Alice. You should probably take Jasper." Her nose scrunched at the idea, but I didn't want to start down this wedding talk path.

"You know that my parents make him uncomfortable since they don't approve of his job. They want me to marry a lawyer or some shit like that."

"Are you sure that your parents will even be there? This could be a great opportunity to get Jasper in a promising mood." I suggested.

"Of course my parents will be there. It would be the talk of the century if they weren't in attendance at their prized nephew's wedding." She held her hand to her forehead and let out a dramatic gasp while another hand clutched her heart.

"Fine." I muttered. "I'll think about it." I sighed which caused her to let out an excited squeal. "When is it anyways?"

"Oh, this coming weekend. I know it's a short turn around but I think he was trying to get married without too much interference from Aunt Esme and Uncle Carlisle."

"I can't go this weekend." Her face instantly fell. My heart started to flutter and the panic began to set in.

She stuck her bottom lip out before asking, "Why not?"

My inner voice was screaming at me to tell her why. Well the thing is… my parents have decided that I'm incapable of making decisions for myself and I'm now being forced to get married. I shook the anger from my mind. There was no good way to say 'I'm unable to attend your cousins wedding because I will be attending my own,'

"My parents are making me go back to Forks. They have a few more loose ends in their will that they need help with." It wasn't a lie per se. I was just not telling the whole truth. Were my parents writing a will… no… but they were wanting me back in Forks. Maybe it was a lie.

"Are they ok? Not sick, right? You're an only child, they would sign everything over to you." She shrugged at the simple solution that she came up with. Her logic wasn't faulty but it would easily bust my excuses.

"Yeah….. They are fine. They just don't want to do it by themselves."

My attention turned away from the conversation when my phone chimed.

Do you have a preference on the wedding colors? -Mom

I rolled my eyes at her text. She doesn' t care about my opinion on getting married, she doesn't care about my feelings on getting married, and she doesn't care about my opinion on who my husband is. But now she wants to know if I care about wedding colors.

No, go crazy. -B

Bella, I want you to have a say in the decorations. It's your wedding. You should be happy about this. -Mom

Don't start acting like you care about my feelings now. If you wanted me to be happy then you wouldn't be doing this- B

"Are you ok?" I looked up to see Alice's face full of concern. I could feel my nose start to burn and tears pricked the corner of my eye

My brain was screaming that I wasn't ok but I couldn't tell her that. I don't even know how to explain the situation to her. "Yeah. Just thinking." I murmured as I flipped my phone face down.

She rolled back in her chair and propped her feet up on the desk. "If you say so." She cocked her head slightly to the side and she was deciphering my facial expressions.

"Did you meet your cousin's finance? Was she nice?" I quickly changed the subject, hoping to turn her gaze away from me.

"No. She didn't come with Edward."

"Do you know anything about her?" I questioned. The need to cry would go away if I kept talking.

"Now that you mention it…. I don't think I know anything about her. We really didn't discuss the wedding." Her eyebrows scrunched together and she sat up straighter in her chair.

"What did you do all weekend then? Your cousin comes to town, you find out he's engaged but don't find out any other information." I flipped my phone back over. "Did you not have any questions for him? You haven't seen him in years!" I looked at her as if she was crazy.

I truly wanted to know more about her weekend but I was also trying to steer her away from mine. Her lack of knowledge about Edward's fiancé made my stomach drop about the lack of knowledge I have on my fiancé.

What color are your eyes? -B

I sent the text before I could talk myself out of it. My luck would be that he wouldn't respond or that he'd want to keep it a surprise. Everyone's wanting to surprise me nowadays. Whatever happened to communication.

Over the weekend, my mother refused to show me any pictures of my 'fiance'. She refused to tell me something other than "You should be happy about this, Bella. It will be good for you."

"Well, Edward announced that he was getting married next weekend and that he would be moving to Seattle with his wife." My eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"You haven't seen him in years and now he is suddenly moving here, that's weird."

"Yeah, a little but he said he found a job here." She shrugged. Did she not think about why he would suddenly move back? My attention was drawn back to my phone when it chimed again,

Why?

Why couldn't the Mystery Man couldn't just answer me? It was a simple fucking question! I don't want to play games, I just don't want to be clueless.

Answer me. -B

Why do you want to know?

"I'm glad you're getting him back in your life. I can see you smile when you talk about him!" I am truly happy for Alice. She can use some good in her life.

Because I've lost all control in my life. I suddenly got married to a man I don't know. A man who I know nothing about, not even what he looks like. -B

I typed my next message a little bitterly while Alice rattled on with more excitement.

"Me too. I'm excited to see him more." Alice was called away when her pager went off. "I won't be home for dinner, I'm going to Jasper's." She called to me as she took off down the hall.

I guess I won't be telling her about the night either.

...MMHW…

I patted my pockets in search of my phone. I slowly remembered that I left it at the nurses station when my pager went off. A mother was rushed in, already 8cm dilated. Within 20 minutes, she had a 7 pound 4oz baby boy. Everything was fast paced and one of the quickest deliveries I've ever seen.

My phone was right where I left it. I quickly noticed that I had a new message from the Mystery Man.

Green

Green what? -B

I was a little perplexed about his message.

My eyes are green. You asked about their color.

Oh. -B

I had completely forgotten about our prior conversation. Oh… really Bella. That's the best you can come up with?

What color are yours?

Brown. -B

I can't help but wonder if he's trying to question me in return out of politeness or if he's actually interested in knowing about me. I feel like I need to know more about him…. at least before saying 'I do'. But maybe he was the reason why I couldn't know anything about him. Did he not want me to know about him? I sent him one last message as I headed out to my car.

We should do 20 questions. That way we aren't complete strangers. -B

I was desperate to know anything about him.

Sure. You can start, if you would like.

...MMHW…

I locked the door behind me since Alice wasn't coming home tonight. I placed an order for a pizza before grabbing a beer out of the fridge. Exhaustion overcame me as I collapsed onto the couch with a sigh. My thoughts were drawn back to the Mystery Man.

Do you want to go back and forth or should I just list my questions? -B

I need to make my questions good if I only get twenty. 20 questions and 5 days until I'm married.

Whichever you prefer.

1. What color is your hair? 2. Do you have any pets? -B

Are you really going to waste your questions on that?

Was it really that much of a waste to ask? It's not like his appearance mattered. I had to marry him anyways, it would just be helpful if he was decent to look at. I also wanted to know if I was supposed to live with his pets.

Yes. -B

I have redish, brown hair and don't own any pets. What about you Isabella?

Isabella. It's kind of irritating that he knew my name. Why wouldn't they tell him that I prefer Bella, rather than being formal?

My hair is brown and I don't have any pets. -B

It was a little juvenile to complain about my questions if he was asking the same ones.

Do you have any siblings? -B

One, a brother. My mother told me you are an only child, is this correct?

Yes.-B

I took notice that his texting was formatted very properly rather than using any abbreviated 'lingo'.

Our conversation was momentarily forgotten when the pizza arrived. But I quickly paid the delivery boy and returned to my position on the couch.

...MMHW…

Tuesday

Mystery Man and I went back and forth for a few hours before I fell asleep. When I woke up I realized I never charged my phone or set an alarm.

"Shit." I cursed before jumping out of bed. I was running late! It felt like a lightning bolt had struck me as I quickly changed into scrubs and pulled my hair into a sloppy ponytail. I grabbed my charger and ran out to my car, not stopping for breakfast or coffee.

My phone let me know that it was severely close to being dead when I plugged it in. Traffic seemed terrible as I was quickly running out of hope of being on time. I made a mad dash from my car to the building when I arrived. I let out a sigh of relief when I clocked in with a minute to spare.

"Coffee?" My body flinched and I turned to see Alice holding a cup out to me.

I clutched my chest and willed my heart rate to slow. "You're a blessing!" I gladly took the cup from her and started gulping the coffee down.

"Chill girl, I'm not going to take it from you." She giggled from beside me.

"I know, I'm just so tired. I was up late then my phone didn't charge which caused me to wake up late." I spoke as fast as I could, desperate to keep drinking.

"Up late? Did you finally go out and get laid? You NEVER stay up when you don't have to." Her eyes shimmered and she looked a little too happy about the idea.

"No. No. No. I found a new show on Netflix that I was interested in." I hated lying to her but I didn't know what else to say. It still wasn't a good time to tell her about my marriage. I'll do it tonight when we have a chance to sit down with one another.

"Sure. Sure." She pursed her lips slightly. "Anyways, I have something to tell you but I don't want you to be mad at me."

Alice's statement worried me. Her words were too much of a reminder of my weekend. Did she find out? No…. she would have yelled at me by now. I nodded my head for her to continue.

"It was Jasper's last night and we were talking…." Alice was drawing out her words at an excruciatingly slow pace.

"Get on with it." I rolled my wrist to urge her on.

"Jasper asked me to move in with him and I said yes." She spoke quickly, causing her words to jumble together. "I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me" I heard her holding her breath while waiting for my response.

I blew out my breath that I didn't realize I was holding. "That's amazing! I'm so happy for you." Her face brightened and she threw her arms around my neck.

A feeling of relief travelled through my body. I was off the hook for breaking our lease. But I knew I wasn't off the hook for lying to her.

...MMHW...

I didn't check my phone until I left work but noticed that I had an unread message from Mystery Man. He had sent the message to be late last night after my phone had already died.

No more kiddie questions, let's get to the real ones.

What would those be? -B

Real question? These are real questions. I waited for him to respond but gave up when I didn't hear anything from him. I was a little disappointed that we wouldn't be continuing our conversation tonight.

…

I had just crawled into bed around eleven when I received another message from him. My jaw dropped and my breath caught in my throat. There is no fucking way that he's already jumping off the deep end.

Are you a virgin?

What gives him the right to ask me this? That was none of his damn business. Anger and tiredness won over my reasoning skills when I sent him a reply. I don't know why I was suddenly so angry.

Why the hell do you need to know that! -B

It was just a simple question, Isabella. I want to know about my bride's sexual history. I'm unsure if you are a lady who easily gets around.

I blew out a shaky breath as my nostrils flared. Who is he to suggest such things!

Asshole. Does it make that much of a difference to you? -B

No, not really. I couldn't care less about your sexual experience. I was just curious if you are pure as your family believes you are. Are you a virgin? Do I get that pleasure?

What does he mean about my family? Tears welled up in my eyes as the weight of reality began to crush my soul. I'm being handed away to a random man at the will of my grandfather who isn't even alive. My husband, a man who I don't know and is asking about my pureness… a man who I don't love or want.

I quickly blocked his number before sulking to the kitchen to grab a pint of ice cream from the freezer. I noticed Alice had left the mail on the counter, a tiny package had my name on it. I ripped the package open while crawling back into bed. It was a small velvet box with an engagement ring in it. I shoved the box into my night stand and slammed the drawer shut.

I huffed and flipped onto my side, and spent the rest of the night eating my pity.

…

Wednesday

EPOV

Work was rough yesterday . It has been a busy week at work while I started wrapping up last minute things. For some reason my hospital couldn't be bothered with the interview process, so I was stuck interviewing new doctors to take my job. I didn't mind that much as I was happy to be leaving this hospital. Most doctors here couldn't tell the difference between their head and ass.

I hadn't spoken to my mother much since I moved out for college. She was always needing things from me, especially money. Her constant wants became worse as I became more successful.

My mother, Elizabeth, called me about a month ago to let me know I was required to get married. I was confused about her interest in my marriage status until she mentioned that I need to get married in order to gain access to my trust fund. That's what she really wants, my money. I didn't care too much about the money that my grandfather had set up. If anything, I wanted to make sure my mother never had access to it.

I called Esme, my aunt, to ask her thoughts on the subject. I've always valued her opinion since she was more of a mother figure than Elizabeth. She took me in after my father died. I lived with her and my Uncle Carlisle from age six until I was fifteen. Elizabeth would periodically pop in and out of my life during those years but never stayed longer than a month.

When I turned fifteen she decided that she was ready to be a perfect mother. Sadly, she is incapable as she is only motivated by helping herself. I've always thought of Esme and Carlisle as my true parents and my cousin, Emmett, was more like a brother to me.

As I got older, I quit coming to their family events because it got harder to see them and know that they were never going to be my actual parents. Instead I was stuck with a mother who wanted to spend her life mooching off any success I had.

Esme thought that it would be a great idea to get married if it was actually my decision. She thought that it would also help my fiancé, Isabella, who was also in the position to gain money.

I was shocked when I received a text from Isabella on Saturday. She was very affirmative that she wouldn't be moving. Did her parents not inform her that I'd be the one moving?

We were having an easy conversation where we asked questions back and forth. Everything was going well until Tuesday night when I got off the phone with my mother.

*Flash back*

"We've set a date for your wedding. The earlier you get married, the earlier you have access to the funds."

"Mom. I don't care about the funds. Shouldn't Isabella and I spend time getting to know each other before standing at the altar saying 'I do'."

"It doesn't matter if you know each other or not. Your grandfather put this deal in place for a reason." She sounded jumpy as she reasoned through the rushed wedding.

"Have you thought about my feelings towards marrying a stranger?" The longer this conversation went on, the more angry I was becoming.

"I don't know what you're so fussy about. It's a win-win situation. Isabella get's her money, we get your money, and her parents said that she's pure!" She sounded way too cheerful about the last statement.

"I don't like this insinuation on the importance of money and who cares about how pure she is. What does that even mean?"

"I think they are hinting towards her being a virgin. That should be fun for you." She sounded way too hopeful for being my mother.

"First off, that is not an appropriate conversation between you and her parents. It's disgusting that y'all are even asking about this. And I don't give a shit about the status of her virginity." I popped the top off my third beer and started chugging.

"Edward Anthony Mason! Watch your language."

"It's Cullen, remember? I changed it when you abandoned me." I bit my words bitterly, already starting to feel tipsy.

"I didn't abandon you. I was working on myself after your fathers death. I did it all for you."

I laughed into the phone. "Working on yourself does not mean dumping your child onto your sister for almost ten years."

"Edward!"

"Bye MOM." I hung up the phone before I could say anything regrettable.

I pulled out my bottle of whiskey and realized that Bella had texted me back while I was on the phone.

Are you a virgin?

I know it's an invasive question, but Elizebeth had my head reeling. Was her virginity really that important to her parents. We were being forced to get married anyway.

Why the hell do you need to know that! -B

It was an unreasonable question. I almost felt gross with myself for even asking. But at this point, I was too drunk to care.

It was just a simple question, Isabella. I want to know about my bride's sexual history. I'm unsure if you are a lady who easily gets around.

I hated what I was implying in my last statement, but it was too late to take the words back.

Asshole. Does it make that much of a difference to you? -B

No, not really. I couldn't care less about your sexual experience. I was just curious if you are pure as your family believes you are. Are you a virgin? Do I get that pleasure?

I threw my mother's words into the conversation. It was true that I didn't care about her virginity but after all, we were playing 20 questions.

*End flashback*

I woke up with a pounding headache and my tongue felt fuzzy. I slowly trudged to the bathroom for some water and aspirin. Memories of last night came rushing back to me as I was leaning on the sink trying not to hurl. My stomach started to turn and I felt like a complete ass. I rushed to my phone, I needed to apologize fast!

I sent her a heartfelt apology trying to explain that I was just upset last night and didn't mean any harm. Disappointment came when my message didn't go through…. She blocked me.

Thursday

BPOV

The days were passing too quickly. A permanent lump formed in my throat when I realized that I would be married in two short days.

"Bella, room 7 is a new admit. She is only 4 cm dilated but I need you to keep an eye on her." I nodded my head at Rosalie.

Not only is Rosalie a tall, beautifully blond doctor but she is also extremely nice... well...she is nice if she likes you. She tends to have a bit of sarcasm and can seem intimidating to those who don't know her. Rosalie is also extremely protective of those she cares about and is not someone you want to put in a bad mood.

Rosalie is not just good at her job, she is phenomenal. She is an OB-GYN who has also specialized in neonatal surgeries.

"Yes ma'am." I nodded my head at her.

"Are you going to Edward's wedding?" She passed me the needed charts and birthing plan for the patient.

"Who's?" I pulled my eyebrows together.

"Edward, Emmett's brother/cousin... person. Not sure of their relationship but I thought Alice had told you about his wedding. I kinda figured you would be going with her."

"Oh yeah, she did but I'm unable to attend." It makes sense that she would know about the wedding. After all, Rosalie was married to Emmett.

"No worries." She smiled before leaving me with my work.

Despite the conversation being short, it makes me sad to think that I can't have my friends with me at my wedding. I know that they are busy with other plans but I pictured having both Alice and Rosalie as bridesmaids. I want my friends to sit alongside my family as I'm marrying the love of my life. NOT some stranger who my parents decided was good for me.

However, my mother informed me that it was a family only event. Something that was meant to be 'intimate' and was to be seen as the joining of our two families. This meant that it was just my parents and I as they were both an only child and I have no grandparents left.

It took three hours before Mrs. Kempt, in room 7, was ready to push. She had a healthy baby girl that weighed 9 pounds and 2 ounces. After the delivery, I was tired and hungry. I was just getting ready to head to the cafeteria when Alice rounded the corner to me,

"Do you think Rosalie uses Emmett's cuffs?" I stopped dead in my tracks so that I could look at her.

"What the fuck." I let out a belly laugh.

"Think about it, if they want to get kinky…" She wiggled her eyebrows at me, "then Emmett has police grade cuffs that could make it that much hotter." She was referencing the police issued handcuffs that Emmett has from being on the police task force.

"I don't know. I would also prefer not to think about their sex lives. Why don't you just ask her if you're so curious." I shook my head at her before continuing on my path.

"Maybe I will." She spoke with some sass. I couldn't do anything but roll my eyes.

Alice had also been a little spunky and abrupt about her questions. If she wanted to know something, then she would just ask. No need to bed around the bush about it. I also knew that she was probably asking because she wanted to borrow them. Her and Jasper have a very…. interesting….. sex life. She'd be willing to tell you all about it if you'd just ask.

"Good. While you're doing that, I'm not going to think about the fact that you're getting laid and I'm not. And I'm going to go eat my lunch." I started walking down the hall but turned towards her. "Are you going to be home tonight?"

"No, I'm working a double today."

I was internally screaming. I still hadn't told Alice or Rosalie about the wedding but it was about to be too late to do so. I'll just tell them after this weekend. Then they can't try to reason with it.