The Bridesmaid
"I can fix this," Alice nods looking over the fabric.
Rosalie holds Mason eyebrows knitted together. Perhaps jealous Alice could help where she couldn't.
"Can't you put them on him? Then I can see where I need to adjust it," she says searching through he box of needles and thread.
"Sure," I nod.
Rosalie stands Mason on the kitchen bench tugging down his jeans.
"No. Mummy," he grabs her hands stopping her.
"Aunty Rosie is okay to help," I say.
"No," he stomps one foot.
The ultimate threat of a shit fight. I know not to go past that.
"Fine," I say.
Rosalie slightly pissed moves out of the way letting me fix my son. I pull on the oversized pants and hold them in place while Alice pins the pants around the waist and legs.
"Aunty Alice is going to fix them," I say, "because Mason is too little."
"No. Grandpappy said I'm a big boy," he shakes his head.
"But your my baby," I say.
"Nah," he shakes his head.
"Fine," I say raising my hands in surrender.
"You can take them off," Alice smiles kissing Mason's cheek quickly.
"Thank god we have Aunty Alice," Rosalie says.
I give her a warning glance.
"Oh go fuck the wedding planner," Alice rolls her eyes.
Rosalie turns murderous.
"I beg your pardon!" She snaps.
"Nothing," Alice smirks evilly.
"No say it. You're taking over. Your just a bridesmaid. I'm her best friend. Know your place," Rosalie says.
"Please stop," I say, "my kid."
Mason watches them like a game of tennis. Head turning toward the insult. He's amused.
"I'm helping. Something you'd do a lot better if you weren't letting Craig hit on you before getting naked for my brother," she says.
The shots Alice was firing was low blows. The ones Rosalie were firing were just as harsh.
"At least someone wants me. Jasper has barely looked at you since I got here," Rose shrugs.
"Hey," I snap.
The mum tone laces my warning.
"It's true. She's lost his interest. I'd keep a close eye on him. Wouldn't want him…" Rosalie trails off.
"Go," I demand pointing at the door, "take him with you."
Rosalie glares at me shocked. I'm taking Alice's side. It would mean a frosty cold shoulder but I couldn't let Rosalie speak that way to my sister in law.
"Take him to Emmett to take him outside," I say.
Rosalie lifts mason and leaves the room without another word. Alice is silently crying as she tears at the seams on the small trousers.
"Want to talk about it?" I ask.
She silently shakes her head.
"Alice, what's going on?" I sigh.
"It's nothing," she shakes her head, "I just don't know what is going wrong."
"You guys are fighting or something?" I ask.
"Yeah. And I guess he just touches me different. It doesn't linger," she bites her lip, "we've been married two years Bella. I can't lose him."
"Tell him that," I say.
"I have. I just.. were struggling to you know," she can't meet my eye line.
"Baby. This is about a baby," I sigh.
"Yeah," she nods, "I can't do it. We've spoken to doctors. It's so expensive. It's just taking a toll."
Sighing I take her hand and squeeze. She was usually so bubbly and happy. Who knew this was underneath.
"It'll happen," I say, "I know it. If not I'll be your surrogate need be. You were born to be a mum. You're patient, kind and loving."
She closes her eyes and breathes out slowly.
"I just don't get what I've done wrong," Alice huffs.
"This isn't about what you did or didn't do," I shake my head, "trust me."
"I do," she nods, "I just feel like a failure."
"Don't," I cuddle her to me, "look I'm here for you no matter what."
"I forever owe my brother. Bringing me a sister like you," she smiles sniffling.
"You can repay me by letting me hold your hand while you push," I kiss her temple lovingly.
"If," she laughs nervously.
"When," I correct.
"Leave me to it. I'll have these ready in an hour or so," she says grabbing for the pants.
"You're the best Aunty," I smile, "you are more than welcome to baby hugs from him anytime you like."
"If he lets me," she scoffs smiling.
"That's true," I nod, "he's pretty easy to hold down but."
I find Rosalie playing with Mason. He stacks blocks with her chatting to her quietly about animals.
"Hey," I say smiling.
"Hey," She says short.
"Don't be that way," I kneel down beside Mason brushing his hair back, "she is going through stuff. I think you need to apologise about the Jasper stuff."
"She needs to apologise at insinuating I'd cheat on Emmett," Rosalie shrugs
"She didn't say that," I sigh, "as if you haven't noticed him hitting on you every fix minutes."
"He's being nice to me," she rolls her eyes, "if you saw the way Emmett attacked me in the shower last night you'd know I only have eyes for him."
"He attack you?" Mason gasps in shock.
"Oh no," I mumble.
"Are you okay?" He stands up concerned.
"Yeah baby," Rose smiles amused, "he attacked me with kisses."
"Kisses?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Like this," Rosalie smiles tugging him into her lap.
She covers his face in kisses. Lipstick marks like cheetah spots. His chubby legs kick out as he giggles begging her to stop.
"Hey," Emmett walks in holding his iPhone and some cords, "get off my woman, man. Bro code."
The irony.
Mason growls playfully racing toward Emmett. Easily Em scoops him up and turns him upside down. He screams out to me laughing.
"I cannot help you," I smile hands up, "he'll get me too."
"Stop. Down," he giggles.
Emmett puts him down smirking.
"You follow my taste in woman," he says, "gorgeous, funny and feisty."
"Stop corrupting my child," I say.
"I have fixed up music. The coolest playlist ever," he smiles at me.
"Perfect," I nod, "Thanks Em."
"Can I do more?" He asks.
"Tomorrow you'll need to help us carry things around," I say.
"Using me for my body," he rolls his eyes.
"It's so sexy but," Rose smiles.
"Keep going and I'll take you upstairs," he winks at Rose.
"Stop," I yell.
"I'm not apologising," Rosalie says standing to take Emmett's hand, "she was wrong."
"Who?" Emmett asks.
"Your sister," he says.
"Why?" He raises an eyebrow.
One thing both these brothers had in common was how protective they were of Alice. They loved their little sister. Never cross Alice.
"She's just being difficult. She's taking over the wedding when my job is to do everything. She is a control freak and it drives me crazy," Rosalie says.
"You were nasty Rose. You don't bring in people's relationships," I chastise.
"Rose," Emmett sighs, "she's trying to help. Edward is her brother and wants him happy."
"You think I don't! It's my best friend," Rose raises an eyebrow.
"She is my sister, babe," he sighs.
"She's a bitch," Rose huffs.
"Calm down," I groan, "just stop fighting."
"I'm not apologising," Rose shrugs.
Bridesmaid wars.
Maybe Edward and I could just ditch this and race to Vegas?
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