BPOV

Helping Angela moved turned out to be far less of task that we all expected with the help of Jasper. Between our two trucks and her hatchback we had all of her belongings loaded up in one trip. All of the household furniture is staying in the house for the renters.

BPOV

It's been a month since Angela moved in and it's been going very well. I had to teach Carlie that Angela's room was off limits to her which has been quite hard since she likes ventering into anything knew. Angela is at some photography convention so it's just me and Carls for the weekend.

*Phone rings*

"Hi Alice, What's up?"

"Bella, are you sitting down?" Her voice sounds like it's shaking with anger. Now she's starting to scare me.

"Sure Ali, what's wrong?"

"I got a wedding invitation in the mail from my family. Edward is getting married to that slut Tanya Denali!"

I can't even respond. At some point I drop the phone. I feel my mouth dry from being gape open in shock. I hear a faint calling of my name that must be Alice until she eventually hangs up. I feel a slight snuggling sensation with some murmuring mommas. I curl up and embraced the small figure that attempts to comfort me the only way she knows how. All I can think is how could he do this to us? Everything seems to just dim. The doorbell rings, when I don't move that leads to banging. I just sit thinking of the many things wrong with Edward marring Tanya. He didn't even like her, or at least that's what he had told me. He left me and Carlie high and dry and two years later is getting married? How could he do that to us? I never thought there was a chance that we would get back together but even if I did that's over now. Maybe a small part of me wanted him back, but only for Carlie's sake; so she could have a father figure. Did what we have mean that little to him that he was just able to move on that quickly? I haven't even been on a date or even really look at a man in that way since.

"Bella, you need to eat something." I startle slightly at the sound of another voice so close. My eyes refocused. A worried little pixie sat on my coffee table with a bowl of chicken and dumpling soup. The door bell ringing and banging must have been her. She must have finally given up and used her key that she never gave back and I never asked for. I nod and take the bowl from her. She pats my knee before getting up and pulling a reluctant but tired Carlie away to the kitchen to get her fed. Now I feel even worse. I can't just check out on my little girl like that, she needs me. I tell Alice thanks and she volunteers to take Carlie to the park for a while.

APOV

"push me?"

"Yes, I will push you on the swing little bug."

"Yay!" She squeals and giggles while I become lulled by the monotony of the action.

Poor Bella, I knew this would happen based on her reaction to Edward leaving. She was a wreck. He's such a jack ass. What she ever saw in him I don't know… actually I do know. It's the same dazzle and charm he uses on our parents to get whatever his heart desires. I wish I had warned her and maybe have saved her from him. I've even heard from Emmett that he wants Carlie to be the flower girl. It is the first time I've spoken with him in years but I can't think about that now. Like hell will Bella even consider letting Carlie near her jerk of a father and his whore. He hasn't wanted anything to do with Carlie all of this time. Emmett thinks he only wants her for Tanya since she's always wanted kids but she has something that makes her chances of conceiving low. Carlie is not a fucking puppy! What is wrong with him that makes him think that's remotely ok? My parents are probably all for it. Esme and Rosalie are probably helping with the wedding planning. I can see the wedding know….3 bridesmaids: Irina, Kate, and Rosalie. Irina will probably walk by herself as maid of honor (since she's the oldest). Rosalie will walk with Emmett, of course, and dad will walk with Kate. The colors will probably be something cliché' with fancy names for shades of basic colors like 'mint & blush'. At least they will be flattering on the group of tall, blonde, ice queen bitches. There will probably be over-the-top décor like straight out of a Parisian wedding magazine. Normally I would love weddings and the fashion and such but I cannot stand to even remotely appreciate anything in this union. I'm a social pariah in my own family. The only reason I got invited is out of familial obligation. Though, I do wish to go just to see Emmett again. I miss my brother.

A single tear escapes my left eye and slides down my face and lands on my chest before being absorbed into my jacket. I lightly laugh without humor at the irony of it landing over my heart. Maybe it's time to try to make amends with him.

A/N I know I'm slacking in the updates but I really need some help in the inspiration department. Especially with writing 2 completely different stories. Thanks to anyone reading either of these and extra thanks to those reviewing! Hope you're enjoying the journey:)