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Chapter 40 – Spring Celebrations

EPOV, March 27, 2010

I was speaking on the phone when I pulled up to Emmett and Rose's place the day of EJ's birthday party.

"I know, babe. I'm sorry. This can't possibly run late; he's one, for crying out loud. I'll call you as soon as I leave. We'll grab a late dinner or something."

I'd always despised whining. I found it was even more unattractive when the sounds were issuing from the mouth of a highly educated and responsible woman.

"Family only, Kathleen. I already explained this. Rose read some psychobabble somewhere that First Birthday parties are supposed to be low-key events. That's why I'm sure I'll be out of here early."

She continued to complain as if I had any power to change things.

"Yes, okay. I'm sorry." I cut her off. "I'll make it up to you. I have to go, I'm here. The sooner I'm in the sooner I can leave. Bye."

I hit the button to end the call and sighed heavily.

I grabbed the gift from my backseat. I had no idea what was appropriate for a one-year old boy. Ms. Weber had picked out a collection of simple puzzles and colorful blocks. She claimed they were visually stimulating while encouraging fine motor skills. Everything had been artfully arranged in a large wicker basket and wrapped with blue-tinted cellophane, tied closed with a profusion of blue ribbons. I have to admit it was quite festive.

As I walked up the steps, I glanced at my watch. It was just after one. I rang the bell and waited until the door swung open.

"Edward," my mother said, by way of greeting.

"Hi, Mom," I said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Where's Emmett?" I asked, glancing around.

"He had to run out for a moment. Rose is talking with her parents in the dining room, so I answered the door for her."

Rose didn't get to spend a lot of time with her parents, as they lived back east.

"I didn't know the Hales would be here."

"Of course they're here, Edward. EJ's their only grandchild."

That made sense, I guess. I walked through the house and found a huge pile of gifts in the living room. I added my basket to the mix.

"Small celebration, my ass," I muttered, taking in the obscene tribute to good old American consumerism. I turned just in time to see Rose sweeping into the room. She had a huge smile on her face and a babbling EJ in her arms. She stopped short when she saw me.

"Oh, it's you," her warm smile faltered a moment before being replaced by one more polite and distant. "Hi."

"Bewa, bewa," EJ prattled, staring at me distrustfully. I'd only seen him a handful of times in the last few months and he was always hesitant at first. He usually warmed up in a few hours. Of course, I doubted I'd get any one-on-one time with my nephew when both sets of grandparents were here.

I decided to ignore the less than welcoming reception from Rose and forced a smile.

"Hey Rose." I leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Hey, buddy," I said, giving EJ a quick kiss on the top of his head. I had noticed that babies either smelled really good, or really bad. EJ was good right now.

"Everyone is inside," she said, with a nod of her head. "I think Jasper is making drinks."

"Jasper's here?"

"Of course, Jasper's here. Alice, too. They are family, Edward."

"I know; I was just surprised. I thought this was going to be a small party."

"It is, really. EJ celebrated with his friends at our Mommy & Me class on Thursday. It was so cute!"

"I'm sure." I did a mental eye roll. Babies having parties with their friends?

"Anyway, everyone is inside. I'm sure my parents will be happy to see you."

Mr. and Mrs. Hale were good people. Rose was, too, honestly. We had always gotten on well until she decided she had any say in my social life.

I walked into the great room where a sizable crowd of relations was gathered: my parents; Bev and Hank Hale; First and Elizabeth; and Jasper and Alice were all sitting or standing in small groups. Jasper and Alice were talking with Rose's parents. The Hales had always liked Jasper and thought of him as a brother-in-law, just as much as they did me.

I greeted everyone and joined my parents who were talking with First and Elizabeth.

"Edward," my grandfather greeted me. We shook hands before I kissed my grandmother. We made small talk. When Rose brought EJ back she handed him off to my mother, before going to check on something in the kitchen.

"Bewa, bewa." EJ seemed to like the sound of that word.

"Soon, baby, soon," my mom soothed him. I guess he wanted a bottle or something.

Everyone in the room was sitting and talking when I heard the front door open. I looked up from where I was sitting next to my mom, who was holding EJ on her lap, to watch for Emmett.

What I saw floored me.

Breezing into the room, a big smile on her face, was Bella. There was a beat of silence before greetings were called from every corner of the room. I mean every corner.

My mother and grandmother called out greetings while both my father and grandfather rose to their feet. Mr. and Mrs. Hale stood, waiting to be introduced. Alice bound over to her side, while Jasper rumbled a low, "Yo, Beeeee…." which she returned with an equally ridiculous "Yo, Jaaaay…," eliciting laughter from Alice and Rose.

Most confusing, however, was EJ's response.

"Bewa! Bewa! Bewa!" he shrieked

Bewa? How did he…? He was expecting her? How could he remember her? Know her name? He hadn't warmed up to me yet today, but was delighted to see my ex-girlfriend just moments after she stepped into the room?

I watched as my brother entered the room behind her, an overnight bag in his hands. I frowned. What the hell was going on here?

I looked at Emmett only to realize he was staring directly at me. When he caught sight of my expression he frowned slightly and raised his eyebrows before heading directly for me. While Rose introduced Bella to her parents, Emmett approached me.

"We're not going to have a problem here, are we?" he asked in a quiet voice.

"What the hell is she doing here, Emmett?" I hissed in a low voice.

"She's here for EJ's party, of course."

"What?" I said, louder than I had intended. Jasper, Alice, Rose and my mom turned to look at me. Taking my arm, Emmett led me a few steps further away before continuing.

"She's here for the baby's birthday," he repeated.

"I thought this was family only," I sneered.

He looked at me like I was an idiot. I felt recognition dawning.

"No! She's not family, Emmett. She's an employee. An ex-employee, to be exact."

"Actually, she still works for mom, so the only thing ex about her is her relationship status with you."

"We were never in a relationship."

Emmett ran his hand over his face. "Don't go there with me now, Edward."

"I can't fuckin' believe this. Did she know I'd be here, or did you blindside her, too?"

"Rose may have told her; I don't know, but she knew it was a family party. She's not stupid, Edward."

"I know she's not stupid."

Emmett dropped the bag he was carrying, and I eyed it suspiciously.

"What's in the bag?"

Emmett shrugged. "Her stuff. I'll drive her home in the morning."

"She's spending the night?" My voice rose, but the conversation was still hushed, compared to the enthusiastic greeting Bella was receiving.

"She usually does. They'll be up half the night, talking," he said, with a jerk of his head, indicating Rose and Bella.

"I don't understand."

Emmett shook his head. "What's to understand? Rose likes Bella, and they're friends. I pick her up because it takes like two buses and a taxi for her to get here. After everyone leaves, Bella and Rose will hang out, talk, play with the baby, whatever. If it gets too late she'll just spend the night and I'll drive her home tomorrow."

I was about to respond, when Emmett cut me off.

"Listen, can you be cool about this? Be nice. Stay away from her if you have to. She's here and nothing is going to change that."

"Fine."

Emmett gave me a hard look before disappearing down the hall, presumably to leave Bella's bag in the guest room.

I walked over to Jasper and Alice, currently a Bella-free gathering, and studied their faces. Both had exaggerated looks of innocence.

"Cut the crap," I said.

Jasper met my gaze and shrugged. "No one wanted to tell you. I figured it really didn't matter. You've been dating Kathleen practically since you and Bella broke up…"

"Three weeks," I interrupted.

"Huh?"

"I started seeing Kathleen more than three weeks after Bella left me."

"Except for that time you saw her before Bella left you," Alice interjected, referring to the fund raiser at the hospital. I ignored her. Alice maintained a professional manner when she worked for me, but when we ran into each other socially, she was as bad as Rose.

Jasper continued. "Yeah, well, like I said, I didn't think you'd care if the rest of us were still talking to her since you seemed to have moved on."

Did it bother me that the others were still spending time with her? Honestly, no. My reaction before had been surprise, not anger, I thought as I watched her interact with my family and the Hales.

She looked lovely. Her hair was down and she was wearing a green dress with a large floral print. Her shoes were simple, low, beige heels.

She was gorgeous and seeing her here, with my family, caused a dull ache to form in my chest.

She was sitting with my grandparents. The three were having an animated discussion. At one point Bella leaned forward and patted First on the knee. He covered her small hand with his own.

The afternoon wore on. Bella and I didn't encounter one another. I wasn't deliberately avoiding her, and as far as I could tell, she wasn't avoiding me, but we never seemed to be involved in the same conversation. I don't know if that was serendipitous, or if my family was more stealthy than I realized.

I was walking past the kitchen on my way to the bathroom when a trio of female giggles caught my attention. I hadn't intended on eavesdropping, but…

Ah, fuck.

"I'm just saying, Bella," Alice drawled, "I like 'em lean, but Jake? Damn, his shoulders just go on forever."

"Yeah," Rose added dreamily. "Emmett's shoulders were wide like that when he was in college. You should have seen him. He looks great now, but back then." She made a sound usually reserved for the dinner table, and I grimaced.

"Maybe you should pull out the photo albums, Ro. I'm sure Alice would like to see them."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Alice interjected. All three of them laughed.

I stalked off to the bathroom, deciding I'd had enough girl talk: girl talk about Jacob fucking Black and his shoulders that went on forever.

It was an hour later before we all sat down for dinner. I settled down at one side of the table, an empty chair next to me. Rose's mom settled down in the chair and smiled at me.

"Evening, Edward. We haven't a chance to talk. How have you been?"

"I'm well, thank you…"

As everyone else filtered into the room, Bev Hale and I had a quiet conversation about nothing in particular. A former beauty queen, Bev had perfected the art of small talk and could keep up a conversation for hours. She glanced up as Bella came into the room, a smiling EJ in her arms.

"She's a lovely girl," Bev commented, with a sidelong glance.

"Mmmm," I responded, noncommittally.

"Rose tells me you're not seeing anyone seriously right now."

I raised my eyebrow, "She did, did she?"

"Well, she said you weren't serious with, Karen, is it?"

"Kathleen."

"Yes, well, at your age, Edward, you really shouldn't waste time with someone you don't see yourself having a future with."

I cleared my throat. What was it with the Hale women and their interest in my personal life? At least now I knew where Rose got it.

"I'm only 29, Bev."

"Hank and I were married 2 years when I was 29. Look at your brother and my Rosie…"

"Yes, well, we can't all be that lucky." I tried to keep the sarcastic lilt from my voice and failed. Bev raised her eyebrow.

"Someone like Rose's friend, Bella, would be good for you. She's a nice girl: grounded and lovely."

"I believe she's seeing someone."

Bev patted my hand. "Yes, well, her young man can't be half the catch you are."

I didn't speak much during the rest of dinner. I wasn't interested in giving Bev a chance to match make, especially since that particular match was already blown out.

As I listened to the conversations going on around me I realized something. Bella was firmly ensconced in her position in my family. She and my mom talked about the Literacy Project. It was obvious from the way Bella took the lead in that conversation that my mom relied on her heavily.

"I just wish there was a way to bring you on full time, Bella. You're doing so much."

"I enjoy it, Esme. Maybe the time will come."

My father discussed her classes with her. I was surprised by the tenor of that conversation. Considering her going back to school was instrumental in our breakup, I expected her to be more excited about it. The idea that she ruined us for something she didn't speak passionately about made me sick. Thinking about the end of our relationship wasn't making my meal do down easily, so I tuned it out, turning instead to my grandparents.

"Edward, I'm having trouble with the tickets for our trip this summer."

"Hm?"

"The tickets for the trip. This summer. To Alaska. I'm assuming you'd prefer not to share a room with Bella, but I can't book her another room on the ship. The plane is full, too, but I was hoping your lady friend wouldn't mind taking a different fli-"

"Wait? Bella's still going? Why would she want to still go?"

The look on my grandfather's face was slightly disapproving. "Edward, we didn't give her the tickets with the condition that she continue seeing you. And we wouldn't expect you to leave your lady friend home while you travel."

"Is Bella bringing someone?"

"No. We've already discussed this. While we're happy to treat Bella…."

"I need to speak with Kathleen and find out if she's even available to travel then."

"Well, then, perhaps we should wait until you're sure she can join us."

I agreed and then excused myself from the gathering. Everyone was just about done anyway. Glancing down at my watch I realized it was getting late. I thought I'd be done by now. Making a quick decision, I pulled out my phone while I walked outside for a little privacy.

"Finally! Are you home? Should I come there?"

"Listen babe…"

"No. Don't say it Edward. This is my first Saturday off work in weeks. I wanted to go out tonight. I understood the family thing, but what's going on now?"

"Nothing. It's just not moving as quickly as I thought it would. We haven't had cake or opened gifts yet. If I leave now I'll never hear the end of it."

"If you don't leave now you're not going to hear the end of it, either."

"Kathleen…." Now I was aggravated.

"No, Edward. Just no. I'm going out tonight, with or without you. Which is it going to be?"

"Go to the club. I'll get there when I can."

"I'm not going there without you, like some pathetic…whatever. Goodbye."

"Kath…" Realizing she'd hung up on me I slipped the phone into my pocket and leaned against my car. Tilting my head back I contemplated the first stars that were appearing in the evening sky.

Dealing with this nonsense was exactly why I didn't want to be in a relationship. It was why Bella and I worked so well. We weren't really together so she never made demands on my time. She had no expectations.

No, the expectations had all been mine.

Shaking my head I refused to think about this now. I walked up the stairs and reentered the house. The living room was dark, I could hear laughter and talking further back in the house. I walked through the dark room until I became aware of someone standing near the window.

Her back was to the room and she was slowly rocking back and forth, setting the skirt of her dress gently swaying. At first I thought she was alone, but then I realized she held EJ in her arms. She was crooning softly to him.

Silently, I approached. Bella held my nearly sleeping nephew in her arms. She was singing about the stars as she gazed down at his face.

Not wanting to startle her with my presence I said her name softly.

"Bella?"

She lifted her head before turning to face me. In the darkening room, it was hard to see her face clearly, so I couldn't read her expression.

"Hey," she replied. I was disappointed she hadn't said my name.

"Uh, how's school?" I asked stupidly.

"Fine."

"Oh." To avoid looking at her, I looked down at EJ.

"Do you want to hold him?" she asked, shifting to hold the baby out to me.

"That's okay. I hear that too much excitement isn't good for the kids when they're this young."

"I'm just going to put him down. I'm pretty sure he's out for the count. I think I'll head home. Rose should spend some time with her parents, she misses them."

"Emmett's gonna' give you a ride home?"

"Yeah, or Alice and Jasper will, if they're leaving."

"'Kay."

Bella walked carefully from the room. I stood staring down the hallway long after she disappeared.

"She doesn't love him, you know."

My head swung around and I caught sight of Rose, standing in the door.

"I saw the way she rocks him," I replied, "I'm pretty sure she does."

"Not EJ. Jake. Bella doesn't love Jacob Black. He's a nice guy and all. A good friend, but she doesn't feel anything significant for him."

"Why are you telling me this? I thought you felt I was the worst thing to ever happen to Bella."

Rose scoffed but didn't comment. We stood in the dark together.

"EJ's probably asleep for the night, if you want to leave. I'm sure you have plans."

"Actually, I'd like to stay, if you don't mind. I haven't talked to your parents in a long time and work's been so busy I haven't really talked much to Jasper or Emmett lately."

Rose studied my face for a moment. "Of course, Edward. We'd love it if you stayed."

AngPOV, Friday, April 1

I was sitting at my desk just after five. Mr. Cullen had been out of the office most the week, and he had called to ask if I could stay until he got here so we could go over a few things.

It was afterhours, so I was leafing through one of the gossip rags I would never tell Bella I read. She was my roommate, and I was loyal to her. I would never want to have to deal with what she did, but I still got a vicarious thrill from seeing her in the papers and magazines. In this issue she was wearing a pretty pink dress, while Jake was dressed in black slacks and a blazer while they attended some charity event for the Chicago Library. They were a handsome couple.

I sighed and sat back. Most people wouldn't see it, the polite distance between the two. They were always smiling at each other, but never wrapped up in each other. Bella didn't talk about Jake. She wasn't very open about her relationships, but she certainly mentioned Edward a lot more than she mentioned Jake, and they hadn't even really been dating. Ben and I had spent time with Bella and Jake. I would definitely categorize them as buddies. Jake was unfailingly polite, pulling out chairs, holding open doors, and glaring at other guys who stared at her. Certainly not lovers. I'd seen them kiss and hold hands, but Bella always spent the night at home, except when she was sleeping at Emmett and Rose Cullen's house. Jake had never spent the night at our place either.

The past week had been relatively quiet in the office. Mr. Cullen had been at meetings the early part of the week, allowing me the chance to train Mary in relative peace. When he was in the office, he was professional. He wasn't warm, but he hadn't scared Mary away with one of his tirades. I was hoping she'd last. She was quiet, but efficient. She hadn't been with Cullen Enterprises long, but she showed promise

The elevator chimed, and Mr. Cullen stepped off. He had his face buried in a folder and didn't look up as he approached his office. I cleared my throat to remind him I was still here. He looked up quickly.

"Ms. Weber, give me twenty minutes and come in. I want to go over a few things with you."

He didn't wait for an answer. I sighed and picked up the phone to call Ben and tell him not to wait for me.

AngPOV, Thursday, April 15

With my elbows firmly planted on my desk, I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead, not looking up as the girl sitting across from me stared in upset disbelief at Mr. Cullen's recently slammed office door.

I knew what was coming next.

"I'm sorry, Angela," Rachel whispered in a broken voice. I nodded without looking up. I listened as she pushed back her chair, gathered her things and practically ran across the office to the elevator. I didn't spare her a glance as I heard the elevator doors open and Rachel's muffled sniffling.

As the doors slid shut, an icy calm descended on me.

Rachel was the second assistant this week, the eleventh since Mrs. Cope left, to walk out of this office and refuse to work for Mr. Cullen. He had even managed to chase Lauren from reception away. Poor Mary had quit rather than take the chance of running into him in the hallways or elevator one day.

I thought back to the day she left. It was the Tuesday after Easter, April 6th to be exact.

I had trained Mary the week before while Mr. Cullen was at meetings and an unusually even mood. I had high hopes for her. The weekend had been a fun one. Bella and I dyed ten dozen eggs on Saturday for an Easter egg hunt the Literacy Project was hosting for some of the kids they served. The whole apartment had smelled like eggs and vinegar, but we had a good time painting the shells and eating the ones that had cracked during boiling.

Jake arrived early on Easter Sunday, and he and Bella went to the park where the egg hunt was being held. Bella wore an aqua colored silk halter dress with a crocheted white shrug Alice had picked out for her. Jake was in pale khakis and an aqua button down. They were quite the coordinated pair. I wondered if Jake was availing himself of Alice's services as well.

Ben and I spent Easter with his family, and Bella didn't talk much about their day, however, pictures of the Easter parade and egg hunt had been all over the local interest sites. There were photos of Esme and Carlisle Cullen taken with the kids. Emmett and Rose Cullen had attended as well, EJ's clutching a stuffed bunny and a festively dyed egg. What I noticed mostly, however, more than the people I knew, the pretty dresses, extravagant bonnets and chocolate smeared kids were the pictures of Jake and Bella.

They exuded "coupledom." In almost every picture, Jake has his arm nestled firmly around Bella's waist. There were several pictures of them kissing. Another picture showed them drinking mimosas at an Easter brunch they attended with the Black family under a tent at the Black family home. Those were taken with a high-powered lens. I felt guilty viewing the shots, as they were obviously not taken with permission, but in my defense, I hadn't gone looking for them, they were side-by-side with legitimate photos taken at the public event earlier in the day.

The next day, Mr. Cullen had come into work with fire in his eyes. I couldn't help but wonder if the pictures of Bella and Jake all cozy together had something to do with it. I knew, from talking with Bella, that both she and Mr. Cullen had attended EJ Cullen's first birthday party. She said they didn't talk much, but were polite to one another when they did speak.

Perhaps I was jumping to conclusions, but I wondered if Edward's more even mood the week after the party had anything to do with him spending time with Bella. If so, then it made sense that he returned to his ogre's ways when he saw evidence that she was moving on with another man.

At 10 o'clock Tuesday morning, Mr. Cullen came into reception and began ranting about everything from his cold coffee to missing files. He turned on Mary began berating her, calling her Marie twice before the poor thing up and fled.

It was clear that no one would be good enough. No one would do things the way he wanted, because no one could live up to his skewed concept of a good job. He was unwilling to give anyone a chance to settle in and learn the ropes. And, no one had what it took to stand up to him.

Except me.

Standing up, I picked up the pile of work from Rachel's recently vacated desk and walked to his office door, swinging it wide until it slammed into the wall. He didn't acknowledge me as I moved deliberately across his expansive office.

"I don't remember summoning you, Ms. Weber." His voice was dispassionate. He didn't even look up.

I came to a halt right in front of him. Taking a deep breath I slammed the pile of folders, faxes and notes right down on his blotter. He started, and sat back with a muffled curse before looking up at me.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked with thinly veiled menace.

"This," I hissed, "is at least four hours of work that needs to be completed before tomorrow. You. Better. Get. Started."

I spun on my heel and headed back to my desk. I only took three steps before he recovered from his shock.

"And what exactly does that mean?"

"What that means, Mr. Cullen, is that I'm sick and tired of you being a royal prick to every assistant who attempts to help out in this office." His face betrayed his shock at my crude words. "Do you know how much time I spent convincing that girl to come up here? It took you 30 seconds to undo hours of wheedling."

"If she doesn't have what it takes…" I cut him off.

"No one has what it takes to work for you! No one! You are overbearing and unforgiving. You are disrespectful and impatient. You are unwilling to give anyone a chance to learn the job. I don't know what you're trying to prove by acting like this, but I'm telling you right now, I'm through!"

Turning my back once again, I sped through his office. I made it all the way to my desk before he caught up with me.

"Ms. Weber!"

I ignored him. Unlocking my bottom drawer, I scooped up my purse and turned to the closet to retrieve my coat.

He attempted to stand in my path. I dodged around him.

"Ms. Weber!"

"I'll fax my letter of resignation tomorrow," I said in an even tone.

I marched around him and punched the button for the elevator, which surprised me by opening almost immediately. I was about to step on when he brushed in front of me, blocking my path. A look of shocked outrage crossed my face.

"Get out of my way."

"Ms. Weber, please!"

"Please?" I sneered. "Please what?"

A look of desperation crossed his face. "Please don't leave. I…I need you."

"Oh, yeah? Well, I need help. I can't do it alone. No one, and I mean no one, in this entire company is willing to work for you," I seethed, poking him in the chest with my finger. "Managers are no longer letting me pick from their departments because the assistants are useless for days when they return. I'm tired of wasting my time showing them even the simplest task knowing that they're not going to last a week. I'm tired of bringing hours of work home so that this office can stay afloat. I'm tired of listening to you yell at people who are trying their best to be what you need. And I'm tired of you."

I attempted to dodge around him, but he blocked my path again.

"If you don't get out of my way, I'm going to call Security."

"Ms. Weber…Angela…please don't leave. I'm sorry…I…I…what can I do to convince you to stay?"

I studied his face suspiciously, trying to determine if he was sincere. It was the "Angela" that ultimately calmed me down.

Huffing a deep breath, I walked back into the office and plopped down on the couch. He followed me hesitantly and stood before me, eyeing me nervously.

"Sit!" I told him.

He sank down in the chair closest to me.

"If I'm to stay, things have to change. I cannot do this alone." I waved my hand indicating the office.

He nodded mutely.

"I want the power to choose my assistant. You will okay my choice no matter who I choose. You will have no direct contact with her. Anything you want done you give to me and I'll decide which assignments to give to her. If you are unhappy with the way something is completed you will call me into your office to discuss it privately. You will not raise your voice to her or to me."

"Ok…"

"I'm not done." I cut him off. "I want to be able to go outside the company to hire someone."

He opened his mouth to say something.

"Don't interrupt me. My demands are nonnegotiable. If you don't agree with everything I say then I leave and you can try to find someone else to organize this mess and put up with your bullshit. I want you to call Shelly Cope and apologize for not getting in touch with her. She's been with this company forever and deserved more from you than an impersonal card when she left."

He looked at my questioningly. I nodded abruptly. "Speak."

"Okay."

"Okay what?"

"Okay to all of it. Anything you say. I'm sorry."

I looked at him closely. He sat stock still under my gaze. Finally, I nodded.

"Fine. Go back to your office." I waved a few fingers at him, shooing him in the direction of the double doors. "I'm taking the rest of the day off."

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