It's been hours since my dad went into surgery, and we have yet to hear a thing about his condition.
Though I know, no news is good news. I can't calm down.
My agitation is increasing as time slowly crawls away. I'm probably annoying everyone with my insistent pacing and muttering.
"Bella? Bella, dear. Why don't you and your friends go grab a bite to eat?" My mom asks, giving me a gentle smile, while patting my upper arm.
"I-I'm not really hungry." I reply, turning to begin pacing again.
"Honey, please, go. You'll be the first person I call if there's anything new." She promised.
I nod, taking a deep breath. "Promise me, you'll call if the doctor lets you anything." I said.
"Yes, sweetheart, now go." She says, handing me my shoulder bag, and pushing towards the door, gently.
Daxton, was called in an hour ago to go to work. Micah and Mary were with my mom, and the rest of the family disappeared.
Well except my grandparents.
We had just made it towards my car when a hand on my shoulder pulled me to a stop.
"Where to?" Rosalie asked.
"In-n-out?" I ask, looking towards the guys.
"Ooh, I heard about that place from a buddy of mine. Let's go!" Emmett cheered.
I laugh, before looking towards Edward, who throws me a crooked smile in response.
"Get your ass in the car then." I chant, as I unlock the car.
I quickly jumped into the driver's seat and slam my door, bouncing in my seat impatiently as the all get in at snail pace.
Hmm. Emmett's excitement is quickly rubbing off on me.
When everyone is seated, I quickly make my way out of the parking lot and head towards the In-n-out burger joint that's two streets down.
"So…Rosalie..." I hear Emmett say, as I munch on of my burger.
"Yes?" She replies, as she smears a couple of fries into her ketchup.
"What exactly do you do for a living?" He asks.
"Me? Oh I'm an architect. I work at a small interior design company, that originated here. My friend and I opened it last October." She says, after she sipped her drink.
"What's the name of it?" He asks.
"Lillywin's Interior Illusions & Co." She replies.
"So, it is an interior decorating company or a building company?" Edward asked curiously.
"It's actually quite a bit of things." She replies.
"Like?" Emmett asks.
By this time, I'm almost done with my burger and fries. Well, if you leave out my Animal fries.
"Oh well, we do quite a bit of things. See, since I studied architecture and engineering as a fallback. I know which companies to call if I need certain things. I can design a house and hire a building company to help out. Though we mainly deal with one, Black's Building Co.".
"Then once the room's foundation and generality is built, we call the inspector to get a green light and begin putting the little details. I usually have the constructor put in thicker insulation through the walls, and an extra padding so that most if not all the house is sound proof." She explains.
"Interesting, so you work a lot then?" Emmett asks.
"Well, it depends on the project and how booked we are. We just hired another designer, and another engineer. So, it should be a lighter load." She says, shrugging.
After that they all turned to me expectantly.
"Waahht..?" I ask, through my mouthful of fries.
"Well…?" Emmett asked, expectantly.
"Well what, Emmett?" I respond, wiping my hands on a napkin.
"Well, what do you do?" He clarifies.
"I write porn for a living. " I deadpanned.
My response causes Edward to begin choking on whatever is in his mouth.
Which causes me to turn towards him. My eyes widened before I act. Thwacking him twice in the back.
"Sorry," he rasps, after he swallows what was in his mouth.
"Oh fuck, are you alright?" I asked, concerned.
"Yes, you just caught me off guard." He says.
'Whoops.' I thought, trying to suppress the amusement I felt bubbling, by biting my lower lip.
Finally, I give up unable to suppress it. I turn to look at Rosalie asking silently for help.
"She was being a smartass. She's a Registered Nurse, she's studying to become a doctor though. She works at the hospital my dad is in right now." Rosalie says amused.
"Wait, you work every day?" He asks alarmed
"Well, no. It's just been hectic for the past few weeks, since three nurses quit… I was also filling in for a nurse who just had a baby, so there's also that." I say shrugging and throwing another bunch of fries into my mouth.
"Wait, what department do you work in?" Edward asks.
"It actually depends, though lately it's been in the E.R. Since it's been needing help a lot lately. Last Wednesday was the last day I worked, to say it was hectic is putting it lightly. I'm due back in on Monday morning." I say, shrugging again.
Edward looks at me amazed as I finish explaining.
"If you're a nurse, how do you know so much about law and how to work a gun?" Emmett asks me.
"My father is the Chief of police. My brother is a deputy within the same department. I used to attend training with my brother… Besides that we all learned, well, except Emmie, she's the baby of the family." I explained.
"Awesome." Emmett says. "Why a nurse though?" He asks, curiously.
I can't tell him the real reason. No one but Rosalie knows it.
"Eh, it was either that or run away to become a stripper." I deadpan.
This time Edward is mid drink, and spits it out on me.
'Man, this guy really doesn't understand dry humor does he?' I think amused.
"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry. I-I wasn't expecting that. I..ehh..fuck, I'm sorry." He stutters, trying to dry me with a napkin.
"It's alright." I say, using a napkin to wipe my face.
"Don't worry. I have something you can wear at my office." Rose says, giving me an amused look.
"Edward,—not that I mind you feeling me up...but there are children here. Could you..drop your hand?" I say, nicely.
He dropped his hand down to his lap so fast you'd think it was on fire, and his face turned a deep shade of magenta, I almost felt bad for telling him.
"Are you all done? The chilly air is making me nippy." I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest in a failed attempt to hide my hardened nipples, through my now see-through dress.
In that moment I am glad to follow my mawmaw's advice. Always wear clean underwear.
Funny, but true. You don't want to get in an accident and get caught wearing your hole-ly laundry day, emergency granny panties.
No need to be offended you know you all have and wear them. I'm willing to bet my next paycheck that most of us wear those when you're out of clean underwear.
It happens to the best of us. It's either that or pulling a Brittany Spears, and you don't want that either.
"Here." Edward says, handing me his comfy, blue, cotton hoodie.
I smile at him in gratitude, pulling it on and zipping it on, before we slid out of the small booth to throw away the trash and head out.
Rosalie's company is just a few streets down so she gets in the driver's seat and head over there.
She parks right in front of the snazzy maroon, brick building, before turning my baby off. Then proceeds to hope out, and run to unlock the door.
She then pulls me through the waiting room, towards the back of the building, to her office. The door is made of stained glass, and has her name plastered on the front of it.
"Do you still fit in a size medium?" She asks as she heads to the door on the right of the room.
"What kind of stupid ass question is that?" I ask, as I zip of the hoodie.
"Just answer the fucking question. " she snaps.
"Yes." I sigh.
"Good, throw this on before you put that on." She says handing me a little pink fucking bag with a fancy name on it.
I groan as I peek inside before walking into the small half bathroom and cleaning myself in her small shower before drying myself once more and sliding everything on.
The black bra lifts up the girls, surprising me with the insane amount of padding it has. The lacy underwear, itches like crazy, but it'll suffice until we get home and I can change.
When I pull on the dark navy blue dress Rosalie threw at me, I feel shocked as I stare at myself in the mirror.
"Oh dear God. I have two asses." I mutter to myself as I realize it's a little tighter at the top than I thought it would be, but the bottom is tight yet loose. The skirt swings when I walk.
It's a thick strapped dress that hits just above the knee.
I'm annoyed by the time I walk out of the small bathroom, I'm more than annoyed. What the heck is Rosalie doing with a dress like this at her office?
I ask her just that when I walk back into her office.
"Why do you have this dress here?"
"Hmm..oh, I went shopping the other day. I picked up some things for you and me, I forgot to take them home. " she replies distractedly.
"It's not a bit tight?" I ask gesturing.
"You look great, now let's go. Mom just called. Dad is out of surgery. He's going to be in observation for an hour and then they're taking him to the room. " she says throwing me a pair of socks.
"What's this?" I ask her.
"I have shoes that go with the dress." She mumbled, pulling out a pair of black booties.
I quickly so as she says as she pulls out some make up.
"Woah, woah. What are you doing?" I asked, shooting up from my seat.
She scoffs, pushing me back into the damn chair.
"It's just mascara, a little bit of concealer and some lipstick. Calm down." She says.
I scoff, as she quickly applied everything and then ran a comb through my hair.
"Are we done?" I ask as I feel her twist my hair.
"There. Now, those old biddies won't have a thing to say." She muttered.
"Who? Memaw and Mawmaw?" I ask.
"No. Aunt Juni and Jackie." She says.
I scoff, rolling my eyes. " Let's go see our dad. Worry about him not the rest of our crazy as family. " I respond, pulling her from the office.
"Wait. Leave your dirty close here. I'll send them in for dry cleaning and have them here in case of emergency. " she says.
I nodded, handed them to her, watching as she puts them into a bag along with her other clothes.
Once we leave her office she quickly locks her office and then leads us all out of the building.
We were about to climb into my car when we hear someone approach us.
"Isabella?"
I stiffen, as I heard who it is.
"Zack. " I reply.
"You look good." He says, scanning me from head to toe.
"You still look like an asshole to me." I snap, nonchalantly.
"Who are your friends?" He asks.
"Not that it's any of your business but that is Edward, and that one over there is Emmett. They're our new bodyguards slash lovers." I say, watching as Emmett and Edward move protectively in front of Rosalie and me.
"Lovers?" He repeated, shocked.
We gotta go." I say, walking to the car and climbing into the driver's seat.
"So, that's the famous Zack." Edward comments as we drive back to the hospital.
"Let's save this conversation for later when we get home, alright? I don't want to get overwhelmed right now." I say as I pull away and head back to the hospital.