Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything associated with the series.
A/N: I don't re-read what I write after I've written it. I just use spell check and then call it done. So there are probably lots of mistakes; I apologize in advance for them.
School had started with a tight schedule that I wasn't very fond of. I had all my classes early in the morning, most days I would go to work afterwards and then I would study and do homework when I got home. On the days I didn't have work, thanks to Rosalie I didn't have to work every spare hour I could find, I went straight home and finished off my studying right away.
Rosalie and I had quickly fallen into a pattern. Since Rosalie didn't work, she was lucky enough to need to, she would cook dinner for both of us on the days that I did work; even though I wouldn't eat until much later. When I didn't work, I would cook as I was much better at it. It also didn't hurt that I liked to cook. So I would cook more than what the two of us could eat and that would leave left over's for Rosalie and I to bring to school if we didn't want to buy lunch in between classes.
As far as the chores went, we had never actually talked and specified who would do what and when but the two of us had somehow fallen into a pattern that between the two of us, we got all the chores done. One week I would do half the chores around the apartment and Rosalie would the rest; the next week we would switch which chores we did.
If I had put much more thought into, I would have been very surprised at how easily we had fallen into the routine. But Rosalie and I had always been that way; we just worked really well together. So needless to say, as each day passed, I found my feelings growing more and more for the blonde. I found that I wanted to be cuddled up to her whenever I could manage it. Homework went from being done at the kitchen table with each of us sitting across from each other, to sitting on the couch side by side. It wasn't always the most comfortable, but sitting right next to Rosalie always made up for it.
I also found that while walking to and from work, I figured since it was only a ten minute walk from our apartment there was no reason to drive and waste gas, I would pass random stores and on several occasions I would see something that simply screamed 'Rosalie' to me. But one day, I passed a pawn shop window that had a beautiful rose and swan necklace in it. I normally wasn't one for impulse shopping, that was more Alice's thing, but I had to go into the store and buy the nice necklace before work. It ate into my savings, more than I would care to admit, but I was actually excited to be able to give this to Rosalie. I knew she would love it.
Before I was excited to go home, work naturally went very slowly. I was only given the most boring and mundane tasks to do I swear there was no way time could go any slower. Thankfully I had a shorter shift than usual today and was able to leave after just a few hours and would be home by dinner. My plan was to help Rosalie finish dinner, she had text me to confirm that I was actually going to be home to eat with her or not, and then after we ate I would give her the necklace. It was perfect, especially since today was Friday. I had to work on Sunday, but I had tomorrow off. I was sure that we would be having a movie marathon after I gave Rosalie her gift.
I walked home as fast as I could. I kept my hand in my jacket pocket the whole way home because I wanted to make sure that the thing wouldn't fall out and then I would lose it. I doubted that would happen but I was just so nervous and excited about giving it to Rosalie that I didn't want risk it.
"Hey, Rose!" I yelled when I walked into the apartment. I heard movement in the kitchen and the television on, so I assumed she was listening to TV as she finished cooking. So I made my way to the kitchen to see if I could help her finish up cooking.
"Bella, you're back." That wasn't the voice I expected to hear.
His voice stopped me in my tracks as I watched him walk out of the living room and towards me. I still heard the clatter, clatter I just realized was caused from angry movements, in the kitchen and figured out Rosalie was probably angrily finishing dinner or cleaning something.
"Hi Edward." I awkwardly greeted. Something told me he was here for a very specific reason and he wasn't going to leave without getting what he wanted. Problem was, I was sure I knew what he wanted and I was sure he wasn't going to get it.
I started to slowly creep towards the kitchen. A part of me wanted to get to Rosalie because, without reasoning for it, something told me that Rosalie would provide some sort of strength that was going to be needed. The last several conversations I'd had with Edward didn't go very well and I wasn't looking forward to a repeat of them.
We may have been together for years but I didn't miss his company nearly as much as I probably should have. Over the last several weeks of school and of having nothing to do with Edward, I found that I barely thought of him. Not only did I not miss him but I realized that I nearly regret being with Edward for so long. I practically find our relationship a waste of time.
"I came over so that we could talk." Edward said with a charming smile that I didn't find in the least bit sexy anymore.
"About what?" I asked with narrowed eyes. I wasn't sure our talking was going to go anywhere.
Edward sighed and combed a hand through his hair. It was a move that I had once though made him look very sexy. But now I just looked at him and I could help but picture Rosalie in his place and how sexy she looked the rare times she would comb her fingers through her hair. I had to mentally shake my head to clear those thoughts and focus on what Edward was saying.
"About us Bella." Edward said and I had to stop from rolling my eyes. As far as I was concerned, there was nothing more to talk about. I knew how he felt about me and the situation I had drunkenly gotten into. I didn't want to talk about it anymore; I didn't need to. "I've a lot of time to think about what had happened and I realized that it wasn't necessarily your fault. You were drunk and Rosalie clearly took advantage of that. I realize that getting a divorce can be expensive, so I understand that you want to wait to get one and I want you to know that I'm willing to wait for you to get one."
"You're going to wait for me?" I asked a bit skeptically, not really believe what he was saying and what he wasn't saying but implying. "For me to do what exactly, beyond getting a divorce?"
"Well, you know Bella." Edward said with a smile that made me think he was thinking I was being naïve, like he usually thought I was. "Once you get a divorce, we'll be able to get back together and now I know that you really don't have any problems with us getting married after school."
I felt my jaw drop open the same time I heard Rosalie slam something particularly hard in the kitchen; I swear that woman had supernatural hearing. It wasn't too long ago that I would have loved that Edward was so persistent about his feelings about us. But I didn't feel that way anymore. I felt that way for Rosalie; I liked how persistent she was. Hearing that coming from Edward now though was very annoying. I didn't like it or appreciate it at all.
"What makes you think I ever want to marry you?" I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest in an annoyed manner.
"I know you're not a fan of marriage but I'm sure after accidently marrying Rose, you should be fine with marrying me, someone you actually like." Edward said with a smile.
"I don't want to marry you Edward." I said with as much conviction as I could in my voice. I wanted to make it as clear as possible that I was over him. After seeing how he acted when things didn't go his way, especially how horribly he comforted me when my life was turned upside down, I really didn't want to ever think about dating him again. Plus I was technically already taken and at the moment, I didn't have any motivation to have that change.
"Well, of course you don't." Edward said with a look that meant he thought he had won. I really wanted to slap that look off his face. I've never felt this violent towards Edward before but at the moment, the anger towards him just felt so natural that I couldn't help it. "You want to wait until we graduate, right?"
"No Edward, no I don't." I saw a bit of hopefulness grow in his facial expression but I didn't want him to get any misconceptions of the situation. "I'm already married and I believe I've told you several times that if I were to ever get married, something I really doubted I would ever do, it would only be once. And that one time I get married, that one time that I never thought would ever actually happen, was going to last because I refuse to get divorced. Do you remember me telling you that Edward?"
We had a long conversation about it in our senior year of high school. It was when I had tried to push our relationship to the next level, to a sexual level, and Edward refused. He wanted to wait until marriage before he had sex, a very outdated practice. We ended up talking about how against marriage I was because if I were to ever go through with it, I had to be guaranteed that a divorce would never happen. I didn't know if I would ever have children, but I remember how much I hated going through my parents' divorce and I didn't ever want that to happen to my future kids, if they ever existed. Even if I didn't have kids, I never wanted to go through a divorce again.
I know I was really into the idea of getting a divorce when I first found out that I had accidently married Rosalie but I'm not really into that idea anymore. I actually like saying that I'm married to Rosalie. The two of us have only gotten closer and I'm pretty sure we're going to keep getting closer. I don't want that to stop. For as addicted as I thought I was to Edward when I was in high school and at the height of my infatuation with him, I swear I was well on my way to being so much more addicted to Rosalie.
"Do you realize what you're saying Bella?" Edward said with a hint of disgust in his voice.
"I know exactly what I'm saying Edward. Contrary to what you usually think, I really do have my own opinions that I like to form and follow." I said with a bit of a sneer that I'm pretty sure I copied from Rosalie. Although I'm sure Rosalie looks so much hotter with her sneer than I did. "I'm actually really happy with being married to Rosalie and I don't see any reason to stop."
I had expected him to get upset or even more disgusted; even though he claimed he wasn't, he could be a bit of a homophobic at times. Instead of either of those reactions though, he started laughing. Not a full blown out laugh, more of a chuckle really. Either way, his amusement annoyed me. Especially since I didn't know what he found so amusing.
"What?" I asked with a huff as I shifted my stance so that my hands were on my hips to show my annoyance.
"I don't think you really realize what it means to be married Bella." Edward said with that annoying look that said he was about to talk to me like I was a little kid and he was explaining something that he probably thought was beyond my understanding. How I ever ignored him doing that, even with Rosalie constantly complaining about it to me, I'll never know. I guess love really is blind. "You do realize that, being married to Rosalie, you two would be expected to sleep in the same bed every night and even sexual relations. Can you really do with her, someone of the same sex?"
I felt my face flush in embarrassment at him mentioning 'sexual relations'. He may have said having sex in a very… old manner, but it was still embarrassing. I had thought of that, I just chose not to mention anything to Rosalie. I was sure if I did, she would have no problems instigating us to move our relationship along. She was the one that usually instigated all our kissing; although recently, in the last couple days, I've started our making out instead of her. That's improvement right? It's not like I could resist the sexiness that is Rosalie for long. It's just more of a I've never had sex before and I'm nervous for our kissing to escalate past that. But Rose is really good at not pushing me… at least not too far. If she never pushed me, I probably never would have realized how much I liked her. She pushed my limits in all the right ways.
"I have thought of that." I defiantly said, not wanting Edward to think he was right… even though he was. I had thought about sleeping in the same bed as Rosalie, it was insanely nice when I had spent the weekend at Charlie's and had went to sleep with her. I wanted to be able to go to sleep and wake up next to her all the time. I just hadn't brought that up to Rosalie because, well, I was still getting used to wanting to do something like that with my best friend. "We are married Edward, what makes you think we aren't already sleeping in the same room?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't call my bluff. I never could lie to him, but I was sure I could insinuate something that wasn't true without him figuring I was lying.
"You're really sleeping in the same bed?" There was that disgust I expected from him when it came to anything gay related. "I don't believe you."
"What do you think married couples do Edward?" Rosalie asked as she walked into the room to stand next to me, glaring at her adopted brother the whole time. She had definitely been listening in and she did not seem happy at all. "Did you think we were going to sleep in separate rooms? Doubtful."
When Rosalie finished talking, she had reached my side and immediately wrapped her arm around my waist. It was an immediate response to lean into Rosalie. Her body was just much to inviting to lean into, especially when she had her arm wrapped around me.
I thought I was doing good with talking with Edward and getting him to realize that I was happy with my current relationship with Rosalie and I didn't see any end in sight. It probably would have been better to have me finish convincing Edward to drop our relationship on my own, but I wasn't about to complain about having Rosalie stand next to me. Edward could be pretty dense sometimes and Rosalie was used to having to combat his denseness, so hopefully she could cut this conversation short and we could eat dinner.
The sooner we get Edward to go away and stop thinking that I was even thinking about pretending to go back to him and leaving Rosalie, the sooner I could give Rosalie her present. A present that I was still very proud about and still wanted to give to her.
"You can't be serious." Edward doubtfully said.
"We are Edward." I said right away, happy that Rosalie was going along with this. Although I never doubted she wouldn't agree with what I said, especially if it helped to get rid of her brother who had obviously pissed her off. "And I couldn't be happier with the arrangement."
"But, you can't." I knew that he was about to say that we couldn't share the same bed because we weren't married, but we were. So we could and as far as he knew, we did. He just didn't like that it was two girls that were sharing a bed. Stupid.
"We can Edward. We're married and it's only natural for married people to sleep together and practice their marital rights." Rosalie's tone had taken on a sultry tone that I was sure was grossing Edward out. Her tone may have grossed Edward out but I was definitely melting into Rosalie at hearing her voice in that sultry tone.
"But Bella, you're not… that way." Edward said, ignoring Rosalie.
"Apparently I am Edward because I did marry your sister, I sleep in her bed and I most definitely love her kisses more than I ever liked yours." It was a huge hit to his ego, I was sure it was, but I didn't care. If that was the only way for me to get him to understand that I was more than over him and way into his sister, then so be it.
"But –" Edward started talking but Rosalie interrupted him.
"Unless you are going to congratulate us on our new found relationship, we don't want to hear anything you say. And if you don't have anything to say, then I suggest you leave. I just finished setting up dinner and I think both Bella and I would like to eat in peace." Rosalie drawled as she looked at her fingernails on the hand that wasn't wrapped around my waist. "That was a polite way of me asking you to leave."
"Rose." I gently chided on her bluntness, not that I really minded. Especially given how Edward has been acting the last several times I've seen him. "Look Edward, I'm only going to tell you this once and I want you to remember this. I'm never getting back together with you; I'm very happy where I'm at right now and I do not plan on getting a divorce. So please, don't bring that up again. I'm very sorry Edward, but we are over and that's not going to change."
Edward didn't say anything, but the look on his face said it all. He finally realized that I was serious when I said that we were over. He finally understood that I wasn't going to break up with Rosalie and I hoped that he understood that I was happy with her; so much happier than I was with him. I didn't want to explicitly say that to him because I didn't want to hurt him more than was necessary, but it was true and I hoped he would eventually come to that realization.
Edward nodded his head in a very solemn way and then walked around me and Rosalie and left the apartment. The two of us didn't move for a moment as we each mentally took a breather to not only ignore that Edward had just been here but to also bask in the knowledge that Edward wasn't going to bug me anymore. A bit harsh considering he wasn't going to bug me because I had hurt him enough to get through to him. But he would get over it, eventually.
"Come on, let's go eat." Rosalie said as she started walking, her arm around my waist pulling me with her into the kitchen area that had a small dining area attached to it.
Rosalie had already served us both, I'm guessing buying time before she interrupted mine and Edward's conversation, so I poured us something to drink and sat down across from her to start eating. While we ate, we talked about our day and completely ignored mentioning Edward. We both knew that he had been dealt with and wouldn't be a problem going forward. Throughout dinner I nervously stuck my hand in my jacket pocket to mess with the small box that held the necklace. I was sure Rosalie thought something was up because I normally didn't leave my jacket on when I was at home but I wanted to keep the necklace in reach. I wasn't sure why but I was feeling very nervous about giving the necklace to her. I had given her random gifts in the past, me, Rosalie and even Alice had often given each other gifts; it was just how our friendship worked. We saw something we thought the other would like and we bought it for them.
But now, this gift was different. It was more than just friends giving a friend a gift. It was a wife giving her wife a gift. I really wanted her to like it. It meant something to me, me giving her this gift. It was just a very basic rose and swan, something that isn't normally combined in jewelry, at least in nothing I had ever seen which was probably why it was just in a pawn shop. But, it was perfect for us. The rose and swan intertwined so perfectly on the chain; it was us.
"Why do you look like you've done something wrong?" Rosalie teased when we were done with dinner and moving to sit on the couch to watch TV. I would clean up later this evening before I went to bed.
"I haven't done anything wrong." I quickly corrected her. "I um, got you something." I said as we sat down. I pulled out the box and not so gracefully gave her the box. Instead of handing her the box, I had accidently more or less tossed her the box and she had to fumble around with the box to keep it from falling.
Rosalie opened the box and when gently gasped when she saw the necklace. Unlike what people read in stories or see in commercials, she didn't put it on. She just stared at it. But the look on her face was clue enough to know that she really did like it.
"I um, saw it in the window when I was walking by on my way to work and I thought you might like it." I nervously said as she continued to just stare at it.
Rosalie carefully closed the box and put it on the coffee table. She turned towards me and gently cupped my face with both of her hands. She pulled me in closer to her and I couldn't help but lick my lips in anticipation of what I thought was going to be a thank you kiss. Instead of kissing me though, she just leant her forward against mine.
"You just so happened to have thought of me when you saw this?" Rosalie asked in the same husky voice that always made me weak in the knees. Good think I was already sitting.
"Yeah. I thought it was perfect. You know, since I'm Swan and you're Rose?" I said just before I licked my lips again. Rosalie being so close to me was a bit distracting.
"You were Swan." Rosalie corrected and that snapped me out of the Rosalie haze I had fallen into.
"Were? I still am."
"When people get married Bella, someone always changes their last name. I happen to think Rosalie and Bella Hale sound absolutely wonderful. Don't you think?" I felt her start to push my head in a way to get me to lean back. Following her lead since I had no problem following her lead, I started to lean backwards until I was lying on the couch. Rosalie had to move so that I could put my legs up, she eventually let go of my face and ended up straddling my hips with her hands on my stomach.
"But doesn't Bella and Rosalie Swan sound better?" I asked.
I hadn't put much thought into either of us changing our names. It just wasn't something that had crossed my mind. We had always been Rosalie Hale and Bella Swan and to me, that was never going to change. But when people get married, I guess at least one name changed.
"Hmm, it doesn't sound bad." Rosalie said as she started to lie down on top of me. "But, I like what I said a lot better. Do you think I could try to convince you that my name is better?" She had leaned in so close to me that not only could I feel her chest pressed against mine, which was very distracting on its own, but I could also feel her breath against my lips.
"You can try." My voice came out a lot breathier than I had intended but I was sure it was the reason Rosalie slammed her lips against mine.
The moment our lips were locked together, my mind blanked. The only thing I could think of was the fact that Rosalie was lying on top of me and her lips were doing amazing things to my lips. In no time, our tongues met and it was an instant battle of dominance, one I was more than happy to lose. Rosalie could do amazing things with her tongue and I would be naïve if I thought I could try to top it.
When she eventually pulled away, my hands were tangled into her golden hair and she had one hand groping my chest with another hand under my shirt; seemingly on it's way to groping my chest under my shirt. We were both breathing heavily and I was more than sure that I really didn't want her to stop. But I knew why she had, if we kept going, things would have escalated and I wasn't quite ready for that yet.
"Why don't you clean the kitchen and then we can go to bed?" Rosalie suggested, but didn't move an inch away from me.
"I kind of want to finish our conversation." I may have licked my lips after I said that but I didn't mean continue our making out, I really meant about talking about the last name change. I kind of really wanted to get to the bottom of that.
"We can finish tomorrow. But it's already getting late and I wanted to read before we went to sleep. Plus, I really don't think you want us to continue our conversation. At least not just yet." Rosalie didn't wait for me to answer but instead chastely kissed me and then promptly climbed off me and walked towards her room.
Rosalie had finished getting ready for bed just as I had finished cleaning the kitchen. So I had expected Rosalie to already be in bed and reading by the time I was ready to climb into bed. I nearly jumped when I heard her cough from my doorway. I turned and saw her leaning against the doorway, dressed and ready for bed.
"Yeah?" I asked, letting go of the sheets I had pulled away from my bed so that I could climb in and facing her.
"I thought you were going to bed?" Rosalie asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. The fact that she was in a short nightgown kind of took away from the imposing affect she was going for.
"Um, I was about to." I said as I weakly gestured towards my bed that I was still standing next to.
"Did we not just tell Edward earlier that, as a married couple, were sharing my bed? I thought Charlie raised you better and taught you not to lie?"
"I uh, kind of said that to help get rid of Edward." I confusedly said.
"So, you don't want to share my bed?" Rosalie asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, it's not that I don't want to." I said, careful to make sure I didn't lie.
Sharing a bed with Rosalie was definitely very enticing and I didn't want to turn it down. It was just, we had never really shared a bed outside of sleeping over. We weren't sleeping over at one or the other's place, we were just going to sleep in our home. But then again, we were married. It was kind of expected that we share a bed right?
"Then come on. You know my bed is a lot more comfortable than your lumpy bed anyways." Rosalie once again didn't wait for a response and instead just walked away to her room. It didn't take me long to follow her. Her bed really was more comfortable, but only because she would be lying in it next to me, not for any other reason.
I turned off the light in my room and walked straight into her room, the master bedroom. I had been in there numerous times but it was different as I walked in and all her lights except for one reading lamp next to her side of the large bed were off and she was sitting in bed reading. She looked up when I started to walk in and she gave me an encouraging smile. Slowly, I walked to her bed, which I guess would be our bed for now since we were married, and climbed in. I turned on my side, facing away from the light, and closed my eyes to attempt to go sleep.
It wasn't until about fifteen minutes later when Rosalie had turned her reading light off, slid down the mattress to actually lie down, and then promptly wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me tightly against her. It never took me long to fall asleep when I had Rosalie wrapped around me.
A/N: Because someone had reviewed, anonymously so I couldn't write them directly, saying that I added drama last chapter with writing Jacob, I just wanted to let you guys know that I really don't think Jacob will make another appearance in this story. I only added him that one time because in canon he was a bit obsessed with Bella, so I thought it would make sense to have him mooning over her in this story. But he's not going to give Bella and Rosalie any trouble like he gave Bella and Edward trouble in canon. I'd like to think Rosalie is more intimidating than Edward and can make Jacob not try to tempt Bella away from her.
