So, how do we like FighterWard? Isn't he swoon-worthy? Anyway, I hope you're enjoying the first chapter and now, we're going to find out more … What happened to our dear FighterWard?
What I own: A kinky, crazy imagination …
What I don't: Twilight
Chapter Eight
In the two weeks since their return from Vegas, Bella hadn't left her house except to pick up groceries. She'd made plans with Rose and Alice, but bugged out of them since she was in a funk. Jacob had been her constant companion for three years … well, more like two and a half years … the past six months he'd been pretty absent.
Absent because he was fucking anything with tits, and making some very, very poor choices.
Jacob's drug test did come up positive for cocaine, LSD and some performance enhancement drugs. With that, Charlie released him from his contract and said he was no longer welcome at Bull Dog MMA Fight Club. Sam Uley was also fired since he'd provided Jacob with the steroids.
Hearing that and knowing the truth, Bella gave herself some time to grieve the loss of her relationship. But, she was in such a funk. How had she missed this?
There was a large thump on her door. "Bitch, open up!" Rose bellowed. "No more wallowing!"
"Leave me alone," Bella grumbled under her breath. She stomped to the front door, scowling at the unwelcome porch dwellers. "What?"
Alice, a petite woman with short brown hair and the most unique golden eyes, gave her friend a sympathetic smile. "We've given you time, but you've got to come back to the land of the living," Alice said.
"And shower," Rose said, pushing into the house, carrying several grocery bags. "Girl, you stink."
"It's not like I haven't been working. I'm still doing my job," Bella argued, watching as her two best friends entered her home.
They both couldn't be more different from each other. Alice was tiny, almost elfin with her delicate features. Rose was tall, with long blonde hair, sea-green eyes and looked like a supermodel. Alice was in charge of social media, and public relations for the gym and acted as publicist for many local bigwigs in Seattle. Rose was a physical therapist, working at Bull Dog two days a week and working at her regular gym for the rest of the week. It was a partnership with a local physical therapist company.
"Yes, you're doing your job, but you're not caring about you," Alice said. "We have dinner, but why don't you shower? After we eat, we can go out for drinks."
Bella scowled at her friend, not wanting to get undressed, out of her oversized sweatshirt and leggings. Rose grabbed Bella's arm, physically forcing her into the bathroom. "Hells Bells, I know you're struggling with Jacob's betrayal. He's an asshole and he deserves everything he got. He does not deserve your grief. He fucked around on you. He took drugs. He cheated on you and in the ring. You deserve to be happy. You, wallowing in your own filth, is not being happy. Shower, do your hair, put on makeup and fun clothes. After we eat, we're going to a bar. I will be the designated driver …"
"Wait, what?" Bella asked, looking at Rose. "Girl, you can drink more than your husband, but you're volunteering to be the DD?"
"Yeah, well, I can't drink. Not for at least nine months," Rose answered, "maybe longer!" She gave Bella a smile before scurrying out of the bathroom.
"You're PREGNANT?" Bella yelled to her retreating form. "That's how you tell me?"
Rose's response was an evil cackle.
Shaking her head, Bella took off her clothes and scoured her body. After showering, Bella dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a blue tunic. She blew dry her hair, tossing it up into a messy bun with tendrils around her face. She kept her makeup simple with a swipe of mascara and some lip gloss.
In the kitchen, Alice was drinking wine and nibbling on some nosh they'd found in Bella's refrigerator. Rose was looking pitifully at the wine bottle as she drank some water. Alice looked up, grinning brightly. "Much better!" She poured some wine into a glass for Bella.
"Thanks," Bella said flatly. "I'm sorry for ignoring you and all that … I just …"
"We get it," Rose smiled. "Jacob was a douche. Hell, he's probably worse than Royce."
"I doubt that," Bella argued, taking a proffered glass of wine from Alice.
"No, he is worse than Royce. My psycho ex loved to beat the shit out of me, but his cheating was apparent. I knew he fucked around on me, and he loved throw it back in my face by saying I was cheating on him. God, Royce was the King of the Gaslighters," Rose said, waving her hand dismissively. "Jacob? No, he fucked around on you, stole from you, and tried to say it didn't mean anything. Plus, he got involved with drugs. That shit scares me!"
"Did you get tested?" Alice asked, wrinkling her nose.
"It was one of the few times I left my house," Bella replied, taking a hefty drink of her wine. "I'm in the clear, not like Jake and I were intimate for the last six months."
"You dodged a bullet with that one," Alice breathed. "I'd still go back, just to make sure."
"I'm supposed to go back in six months for a repeat HIV test," Bella said. "Now, enough about me. Rosalie Lillian Cullen, you totally dropped a bomb before I got in the shower. You're pregnant? I didn't even know you were trying."
"We weren't actively stopping," Rose said. "When I got sick from smelling Emmett's cologne, my favorite scent ever, I knew something was up. So, while you and my husband were kicking ass and taking names in Las Vegas, I was peeing on a stick. When Emmett got back, we went to my OB and found out that I'm about eight weeks pregnant."
"Congratulations!" Alice sang, hugging Rose. "That's so exciting!"
"It is, but I'm terrified. I don't know how to be a mom," Rose snorted. "So, I'm reading all the pregnancy books, mommy books and surfing the internet. So. Much. Information. My kid is going to need so much therapy."
"You have a village to help you," Bella said. "I'm with you in not sure on how to be a mom. My mom took off like a crazy person. What if I do that to my kid?"
"Unlikely," Rose argued. "You did not have a mom, but Charlie showered you with so much love that you will know how to mommy. Besides, if something happens to me, both of you will be stepping up to take care of my kidlet. We're having two godmothers and one godfather. You all game?"
"We'd be honored," Alice answered. "Bella, I can have all the fun while you change diapers."
"There will be equal opportunities for the changing of the diapers, Mary Alice Whitlock," Bella snorted. "Auntie Bella will not hold the monopoly of changing poopy nappies. Now, are we going to get schlitzed here or are we going out? We have a DD."
"Going out," Alice said. "Jasper is away on business. I hate being alone."
"Which is why you dragged me away from my husband," Rose grumbled. "We had a date. A date that included sex. Lots and lots of sex!"
"Can you please stop talking about sex?" Bella grumped. "Both of you have easy access to penises. For the foreseeable future, I'll be having a relationship with BOB, my battery-operated boyfriend."
"I don't blame you for not jumping back into a relationship, but you're hot, Hells Bells," Rose said. "If I were a lesbian, I'd do you."
"Thanks, Rose. The feeling's mutual, but I like dick," Bella chuckled, sipping her wine. "But, not fighter dick."
"What? Fighter dick is hot," Alice sang. Jasper, her husband, was an amateur MMA fighter and he was sexy and lean, but in a nerdy way.
"After the way Jacob betrayed me, I don't know if I can trust another fighter," Bella shrugged.
"Was Jacob really tiny? Did the 'roids shrink his penis?" Rose asked.
Bella gave Rose a bland look. "I'm not even distinguishing that question with an answer, Rosalie."
"Which is an answer, in and of itself," Rose snorted, finishing her water. "Come on, chickadees. I want to watch you both get shitfaced and while I post incriminating photos on your social media."
"Why am I friends with you?" Bella asked.
"Because I keep it real," Rose smirked. "But, you love me."
"I suppose," Bella snorted humorlessly, finishing her drink. "Come on. Let's make some questionable choices, but no more fighter dick."
"You say that now," Alice sang, looping her arm through Bella's. "Just you wait and see."
A/N: So, that's Rose and Alice … Rose is a snarky bitch, who's preggers. Alice will not be a fairy fashionista. Instead, she's going to be a publicist, but an eternal optimist. Pictures from this chapter are on my blog. You can find a link for that on my profile. I'm also on FB: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation. Twitter, too: tufano79.
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