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Chapter 26 Who You Calling Cute?

Unlucky - B

I was still lost in my reverie when Eric Yorkie popped his head in my office.

"Hey lucky bitch. You still have the man meat around?"

It had become a goofy little exchange between us after that day in the hallway. I liked Eric. He was a bit avant garde for my taste, but he meant well.

"Yep, he's still around. Sorry about that."

He laughed and waved it off. "That's okay, based on what I saw of his brother, he's so much more my type. I like 'em big and brawny like that."

I was ready to laugh it off, but his comment triggered a warning flag.

"Where did you see Emmett?"

"On Perez, honey. If he's not serious with the strawberry tart, can I get a shot at him?"

I quickly shooed him out of my office, and pulled up my browser. There were pictures of Emmett and Tanya, front and center. He was grinning over Esme's shoulder at Tanya, his hand on her butt.

Shit. This is my fault. They were at the airport because of me.

How the hell am I going to fix this?

I tried calling Edward. I got voicemail. Crap crap crap.

My phone rang, I answered without looking.

"Bella? Oh god, what am I going to do? I can't live through this again!" Tanya was sobbing.

I looked at my watch. 1:30.

"Tanya, can you get out of your place without being followed?"

I heard her sniffle a few times. "I think so."

"Do what you need to get out, and meet me at Edward's by four. I'll bring the ice cream okay?"

She took a deep breath. "Okay."

I disconnected and left Edward a quick message to let him know I was in the loop as to what was going on, and would take care of Tanya. I'd see him at home.

I quickly shuffled around my afternoon and focused on getting a few things wrapped so I could be out the door at 3:45.

Mr. Calm - E

I had always been a man of action. Decisions came quickly to me, and I stuck with them. Looking back, I suppose my commitment to a decision wasn't always a good thing. I never thought such a simple choice as which call to return would have me completely frozen. I listened to Bella's message, and immediately shot her a text, letting her know I was also aware of the crisis and was dealing with it on my end.

Emmett's message was vague.

"Hey man, um, I've got a problem, and I need help. Please call when you get a chance." I would never have known the severity of the situation from his words or tone.

Tanya was more direct, and she had clearly been crying. She sounded as much a mess as Rosalie had.

My gut said I should call Emmett first. I'd just been on the phone with his wife; I knew she was torn up. He was my brother; had always been there for me. Helped me out of more than one jam. For the most part, our tension had been resolved.

On the other hand, I felt responsible for all of this. They had met to discuss me, because of my issues with my father. This was now the second time Tanya had been raked over the coals, her entire public image destroyed because of my actions. She had been steadfast in her support and deserved the same in return.

In the final analysis, the fact that Bella's message indicated she had already spoken with Tanya sealed the decision. It had to be Emmett. Who else would he be able to talk with about this?

I twirled the silver pen in my hand as I waited for the call to go through. I didn't get to the second ring before there was a knock on my door.

"Can I come in?" It was soft and pleading. Something I wasn't used to in Emmett's voice.

"Of course."

He entered quietly and shut the door behind him. "You heard?" He asked.

I nodded, and he walked over to the couch, sat down, and put his head in his hands.

"How the hell did this happen?" he asked, though I don't think he expected an answer.

"I'm so sorry, Emmett. I guess Dad is right. Somehow I seem to be a poison to this family."

"What?" he looked up.

"If it weren't for me, you and Tanya wouldn't have been meeting.

"Fuck that," he said with a wave of his hand. "In the spirit of my wife's speech, the world doesn't revolve around you, which means you can't always take the credit or the blame."

"But Emmett . . ."

"But nothing. It's not your fault. It's mine. None of this would matter if I'd been honest with Rosalie. She'd be laughing it all off. Tanya and I went behind her back because she was still sour about the whole thing. We were trying to figure out how to make things better. Our intentions were good. And yes, we were talking about you, but I'm the one who lied when Rosalie asked me where I was going that day. So, what is she supposed to think when she sees the pictures?"

"She called me."

His head snapped in my direction.

"She's confused, but I don't think she wants to believe it."

"You don't believe it do you?"

"Emmett." I said it with finality. Ending that part of the discussion.

"I kind of thought once I talked to her, she would get over it, but for some reason she's still doubtful, and I don't know what to say to make her understand."

"Do you think maybe the fact that it's Tanya has something to do with it?"

"Huh? They're friends."

"I always got the impression things were less concrete than you might have thought."

"What do you mean?"

"Did you ever find Tanya attractive?"

"Well, yeah, but who doesn't? But I never messed around with her like you and Jasper. Besides, why would that matter to Rosalie?"

"Maybe Rosalie isn't as secure as you think. I wonder if Tanya's history with us might have been a little intimidating."

"Really?"

"It's just a theory. " I was also pretty certain that if anyone would to bring out Rosalie's insecurities, it would be Tanya. Why none of the three of us could have fallen head over heels with her, I'd never understand.

"What do you think Dad is going to say?"

"You haven't talked to him?"

"No. He was in a meeting this morning, and he's out to lunch with Mom now. He turned off his phone."

"Would you like me to speak with him?" It was a knee jerk reaction. Emmett raised his eyebrows.

"Are you sure? Because I don't think I can."

"Of course." I took a breath and tried to hide my hesitation. I felt relatively sure my father would blame me anyway, but on the off chance he gave me the benefit of the doubt because of last night's progress, my marching up to him with news like this wasn't going to help mend any more fences.

"What should I do? I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with all of this . . . I haven't . . . I mean . . . it's been a while."

"You aren't in the press much other than as the good Cullen son are you?"

He snorted. "No."

"Are the PR people on it?"

"Yes."

"Go home."

His rested his hand on the back of his head and began scratching absent mindedly. "I don't know about that. I'm not sure I'm welcome."

"Go to Rosalie. She needs you there whether she wants you or not." I didn't mention it, but it's also what Dad would expect. If Emmett wanted to avoid any wrath, he had to play that right as well.

He leaned his head back on the couch and let out a long breath. Before he left, he thanked me. I apologized again. He told me to "Shut the fuck up."

I got Tanya's voice mail, so I told her I was thinking of her and offered Demetri's services until things cleared up. Of course, I apologized to her as well.

I called Jane in to go over my afternoon schedule. "Can we postpone the 2:00?"

"I think so. It's internal, so I should be able to get that moved to tomorrow."

"Thanks. I've got some family things to deal with."

"Yes, I heard."

"Really? News sure travels fast."

"Some of the assistants were talking over lunch. Is it true?"

"True in what sense Jane? Is it true that the tabloid posted personal pictures of a private meeting? True that people seem to have no regard for how rumors and unnecessary attention are ripping my family apart? What truth would you like to hear?" By the time I ended, my volume had raised, and Jane's eyes were wide.

She looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry, sir," she said softly.

"Me too, Jane. I guess that wasn't fair. I just have a lot on my mind."

"Are you sorry you came back?"

"No." How could I be? I had never really been terribly personal with Jane, and I didn't feel the need to give her more information.

"I like Bella. She seems very genuine. It's too bad she's caught up in all of this."

"Jane, I'm the only one who ever deserved it, and even I should be free of it by now." She looked up and thought for a second.

"Does it still go back to Bree do you think?"

I coughed. "Bree?"

She met my eye and shrugged.

"I suppose yes, it probably does go back to that."

"We were friends, you know. She got caught in the middle too."

Her expression turned. This wasn't casual curiosity anymore.

Unlikely Friends - B

I juggled all my afternoons, and was out the door at 3:45. Demetri was waiting for me at the curb as I rushed out of the building.

"Have you talked to Tanya?" He asked. His concern was evident.

"Just briefly. She's meeting me at home."

He nodded his head and focused on driving. "I had just started working for the Cullen's when everything blew up the first time. Before he left, Edward made me promise I'd do whatever I could to help her out. She and I worked our way out of a few tough pinches together. She's a good girl who keeps getting dealt a crappy hand."

He focused on driving, not looking back as he spoke.

"I called my brother. He's resigned from the FBI a few years ago. Got fed up with the bureaucracy and all that. He runs a pretty successful private security firm now. I filled him in on what was going on, and he said he'd do whatever it took to help her out."

"Wow, that is really nice of him, Demetri." I was touched. There were people around Edward who really cared about him and his friends, even if it wasn't always the ones you expected.

"Edward backed him when he resigned from the FBI, put up the venture capital to fund him the first few months. It's the least Felix could do for all that Edward did to help out."

I smiled and looked out the window. It seems like the layers to Edward were never ending. How could people believe the worst in someone so selfless?

When we pulled up in front of the building, Demetri handed me a business card. A phone number was written on the back.

"Tell Tanya to call Felix, okay? That's his direct number on the back. He'll make sure she's taken care of."

"Thanks Big D, you really are the best."

"It's what friends do, Feisty One."

I quickly climbed out of the car and made my way into the building. There were no photographers waiting today. My guess was that they were all at CI, Tanya's loft in the Village, or god forbid, at Emmett and Rose's.

I wasn't in the apartment five minutes when I heard a knock at the door.

Tanya stood there in a trench coat, baseball hat and fedora. I couldn't help but laugh.

"You look very cloak and dagger," I teased her as I held open the door.

"I have the look perfected. Although I'd much rather be wearing Dior; Burberry is a bit stuffy for me."

I took it as a good sign that she was joking. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Anything that will get me shit faced fast. I need numb."

I pulled a vodka bottle out of the freezer, and two tumblers out of the cabinet, and joined her in the living room.

She grabbed the bottle, poured a few fingers, and tossed it back in one gulp.

"Woah, slow down there! I'll be peeling you off the floor."

She poured another few fingers, polishing it off as quickly as the first. "Vodka's is in my blood. I'm Russian nobility, remember?"

She poured yet another drink and slammed it down, then wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.

"I can't do this again, Bella. I don't know what was worse, being the charity case while Edward was off fucking his assistant, or being the home wrecker to Emmett's marriage. Why does this keep happening? All I've tried to do is help."

I couldn't say anything, too stunned by her tirade. Tanya didn't notice, and continued to rant as she started to pace the room. Droplets of vodka splashed out of her glass and onto the hardwood.

"It took ages to rebuild from the first time. Do you know for months people would make comments to me like 'where are your pearls, Tanya?' Or 'get any new jewelry from your fiancée Tanya?' We would have been fine if Edward hadn't bought that damn necklace. Wait, scratch that, if her necklace hadn't broken and he hadn't felt the need to replace it. This time will be worse. I'll be a home wrecker, a husband stealer. I can already see the line of people forming to ask me how I feel about being a step mother."

She turned back to the table to pour another drink. All the color drained from her face when she took in my shocked expression.

"Shit. He said that he told you everything." She looked like a deer in the headlights.

"I think he might have left out a few details."

The Natural Leader - E

I didn't have time to ponder Jane's reaction, though I couldn't quite get it out of my head. I tried my dad's cell, but no one picked up. That wasn't unusual. He was a stickler for not allowing modern technology to invade personal relationships. If he scheduled time with you, the phone went off.

I wheeled my chair around to look out the window.

I allowed myself exactly 2 minutes of nothing. Just staring out the window. Breathing. Not thinking. Losing myself in the view. Just 2 minutes. This was why I needed a view. Some people drink. Some people smoke. The view was my calm, my oasis. Before Bella, it was about the only one I had.

I didn't use the time to process what I would say to my father. Was it really too much to ask for more than one day's reprieve? I envisioned us living in a snow globe. Trying to go about our business of managing a relationship, doing our jobs, and fixing our families. We were happy just sitting on a shelf. But someone wanted to shake it up and watch the snow fall. I was sick of shoveling.

When 2 minutes were up, I willed myself out of my chair and stepped out of my office. I noticed Jane wasn't at her desk, which was good since I couldn't deal with her just then.

The idea that I was going to see my father, that I was about to have the third conversation with him in two days was . . . odd. Almost funny, but not quite.

His assistant looked a little confused as I approached. I suppose she'd never seen me in this part of the building.

"Is he in?"

"He just came back from lunch, and Mrs. Cullen is in with him. Did you want to see him?"

"If I might."

She picked up the phone. She was a good assistant. Not wise to ask that question via intercom. She nodded to me. "Go head."

They were sitting around the small conference table in his office with some papers laid out in front of them.

My mom looked up and smiled brightly. "Hello, dear. I hear congratulations are in order."

I must have looked confused because she answered the silent question. "Bella is moving in?"

"Yes, she is."

"We're very happy for you," she said nodding toward my father. He looked from her to me slowly, but he didn't say anything. "I'm glad you're here, Edward. Perhaps, you could help us with some decisions about a renovation."

"Actually, mom, I came because I need to talk to you about something."

My dad raised his eyebrows. My mom motioned to another chair at the table. "What is it?"

I sat down taking a deep breath as I did. Then I just let it out. I told them about the pictures and the meeting.

"Oh dear lord," my mother sighed. My father put his head in his hands, and rubbed his eyes with this palms. "What is the plan, Edward?"

"Well, I sent Emmett home to Rosalie, and Bella said Tanya is coming to our place." My mother smiled slightly, but I wasn't sure why. My father's head snapped up.

"Do you think that's a good idea?"

"Yes," I answered simply and directly.

"Do you think it might lend credibility to the story if Bella and Tanya are both in your apartment? Doesn't it appear as if you are choosing Tanya over Rosalie?"

"With all due respect, I don't care."

He inhaled sharply and let it out almost instantly, seemingly in a calming move. My mom reached over and put her hand over his.

"The thing is. I don't think it matters. We all know the truth. The press is going to print whatever it wants. I am tired of being ruled by public perception, Dad. I keep trying to get ahead of them or to hide in the back somewhere, and none of it's working. So, I give up. I'm going to live my life by what feels right, not by what others might thing. Bella invited Tanya to our place because she supported us immensely the last few months. She deserves the same. Especially from me. It doesn't mean I'm not there for Emmett and Rosalie too. They know that. Besides, it's not as if there are two sides anyway; we're all on the same one aren't we?"

My mom was looking at my dad. Waiting. She urged gently. "He raises a good point, don't you think Carlisle?"

He thought for a couple of minutes longer. "There is some merit there. Do you understand though, Edward, the cause of all of this?"

"Me?"

"Indirectly."

"Carlisle." My mother pleaded.

"No, he's right, mom. Yes, I understand that I attracted the press. I get it. But do you also see that's not the same game now. Not with them, not with Bella."

"Perhaps." It was all I would get, but it was another small step.

"It sounds to me like Edward has a plan and is in as much control as is possible given the situation, wouldn't you agree, dear?" I had never seen my mother put my father on the spot in regards to me before. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

He nodded my mother's direction and then turned toward me. "Please let us know if there is anything we can do."

"I will. For now, I should get back to work, and I want to check in with everyone." Before I got out the door, I remembered to ask, "Do you mind if I borrow an assistant for a few tasks? I don't want to add anything else to Jane's plate."

I didn't know where things stood with her, but for the time being, I decided to pull back on what kind of information to which she had access.

Jane was back at her desk. I'd never seen her look nervous when I approached before. She shifted papers aimlessly on her desk. And she didn't look up when she greeted me.

Damn. I didn't want to believe it.

Mr. Wonderful- B

"You know, it took forever to get a date after the first time…" Tanya was draped across one end of the couch, gesturing sloppily with her glass.

She was totally wasted.

"And then the guys that did ask me out never came close to what I wanted. Disappointment after disappointment." She took another long drink. "Do you have any brothers Bella? Maybe a male version of you would work."

I finally gave in and poured myself a glass of vodka. My brain was going a million miles a second, trying to process her comments from earlier and still pay attention to her drunken ramblings.

"Sorry, Tanya. I'm an only child."

She sighed and leaned her head back against the couch.

"it's okay. He probably wouldn't have lived up to the ideal either."

"What is your ideal?" I took a sip of the vodka, wincing at the burn as it ran down my throat.

She laughed bitterly. "Physically? Emmett's body, Edward's hair and smile, Jasper's eyes. Intellectually? Emmett's joy and spirit. Edward's wit and devotion. Jasper's creativity and sense of adventure. Know anyone like that?"

I had never considered how growing up with the three of them would create an unrealistic expectation for any woman. I felt truly sad for her. Tanya deserved someone of her own. I couldn't imagine how difficult it was to be on the outside looking in as all of your friends found what they were looking for.

"I know things didn't work out with Edward, but how come you never tried to date Em or Jasper?"

Tanya laughed, truly entertained.

"Jasper is a fabulous kisser, but I think I would have killed him if we had dated seriously. He's too moody for me. And it seems inappropriate to say, but I did have a little bit of a crush on Emmett in the day. He never saw me as anything other than a kid, and then he started dating Rose. He was so cute when he met her. Always sending her flowers and doing sappy little things. He is such a cream puff."

"Somehow I don't know if he'd like being called cream puff."

Tanya laid her head back against the couch and stared forlornly at the ceiling. "What am I going to do now, Bella? I am not as strong as you are, I don't know if I can do this again."

I didn't know what to say. So I went with the only thing I could, the truth.

"Emmett and Edward will figure something out. We'll find a way to make something good out of this, I promise. I can't say that there is any silver bullet to fix it, but we'll figure out a way to make things better somehow. Just stay close to your friends. We won't abandon you."

Her head was still resting against the back of the couch. She gave me a lazy smile.

"You really are a good person, Bella. I'm glad he found you."

We sat there in silence. After a few minutes, I realized that Tanya was asleep. I slipped into the office and pulled out the card that Demetri had given me.

After a few rings, a deep voice answered.

"May I speak to Felix, please?"

"Speaking."

"Hi Felix, my name is Bella Swan, Demetri…"

"Demetri told me to expect your call. What can I do?"

I thought for a minute, trying to decide the best path. "Well, Tanya is passed out on my couch right now. She's in a pretty bad place, and played a little Russian roulette with a bottle of Chopin. I need to figure out a way to get her back to her apartment."

"Call down to the front and let them know that I'll be parking at the service entry. I'll get her home."

He disconnected without a goodbye. I guess Demetri got the charm in the family.

I called down to the front to relay Felix's instructions, and then tip toed back into the living room to check on Tanya. She was out cold.

I took the silence to process everything that had happened. The photos, Tanya's breakdown, her admissions. I knew that I should be going back to her comments about Edward and his assistant, but all I could think about was how lonely she was.

We all deserve to feel loved, to not be alone. Tanya deserved her happily ever after too. She needed to find someone who could look beyond the trappings, the rumors in the past, and see who she really was.

Just like I had done with Edward.

That's when it hit me. He might have done things that he wasn't proud of. Things that hurt other people. But the fact that they happened put him on the road to who he is today.

I couldn't let myself get hung up on the past, because if it hadn't happened, I might not be here. That's all that really mattered.

A quiet knock on the door broke me out of my thoughts. I opened it to find a tall, dark haired man with piercing blue eyes.

"Bella? I'm Felix."

I shook his hand and led him into the apartment. "She either fell asleep or passed out. It's been a nasty day for her, and she decided to use vodka to self medicate."

Felix stopped short when he saw her, and muttered something under his breath.

I knelt down on the floor next to the couch, gently shaking Tanya.

"Hey, you need to wake up. I called someone to help you get home."

Tanya opened her eyes and leaned her head to the side to assess the new comer.

"Who are you?" She asked, sounding very childlike.

"I'm Demetri's brother, Felix. He's told me a lot about you."

She smiled. "You're cute."

He laughed and walked over to the couch. "Up and at 'em princess, I am going to take you home."

She sat up a bit and threw her arms out. "Best offer I've had all day."

Felix slipped an arm behind her back and underneath her legs and lifted her off the couch.

"Come on, my car is out back where no one will see you. It will all be okay now."

I followed along behind them, trying not to smile.

"You have my number, Felix. Please call if you need anything. And thank you."

He looked back over his shoulder to smile at me.

"Edward would do the same for me."

I closed the door behind him and leaned up against the wall. I was mentally exhausted, and there was only one thing I could think of that could make it better.

I pulled my phone out of my bag and shot Edward a quick text.

T okay, on her way home with a very cute Felix. My very cute boyfriend needs to come home now. ILY.

The day had been a disaster, but out of the ruins might spring something good.

Maybe I'm Amazed - E

I'm there.

I got Bella's text when I was almost to the door. It had been a rough walk home, and I'd considered calling Demetri or someone else, but I hated to bother him when he was already doing so much for Bella. It wasn't that there were a huge number of "reporters," but a couple of very persistent ones. I swear the one kid recorded my entire walk home. I'm not normally a self conscious man, but at this point, I worried over every step I took.

After my talk with my parents, I'd gone back into work mode. I refused to give my father a reason to take a giant step backwards now. If I started failing at work, he'd let me know. And I still had my pride. It was the one area where I'd technically never failed.

As I walked, I pondered the entire relationship with my father, the conflict in my brother's marriage, and the potential that my assistant was selling me out. It didn't exactly mesh well with a camera about a foot from my face. I was hoping no one would be in the elevator, and I could have a moment to decompress or explode, whichever worked.

But then I got Bella's text, and I didn't care about the elevator anymore, just what was waiting at the end of the ride.

She was in the kitchen. I couldn't resist. "Hi, honey, I'm home."

She laughed. "Yes, dear. Dinner will be ready soon."

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a shrimp off a plate.

"Hey, that was for the pasta."

"What can I do to help?"

"Set the table?"

"You got it." I started toward the utensil drawer, but I stopped myself. She was stirring the pasta, and I snaked my arms around her waist and buried my face in her neck. She leaned her head into mine as a makeshift hug as she continued to stir. I kissed her cheek before following through with the table.

I'm sure we were both spent, but we filled each other in during dinner. She told me about Tanya and Felix, and I shared my conversations with Emmett and my parents.

"Was it always like this for you before you stepped out of the public eye?" She asked.

"No. Never this bad. Most of the time the attention was just stupid things. No one got hurt. The only time it was bad was the other Tanya situation."

She took a quick breath and looked down at her plate.

"Bella?"

"It's nothing. Really."

"Don't do that."

"Okay, and I mean it. It's nothing. It's just…Tanya was ranting earlier, and the way she talked about being hurt and her phrasing of what happened hit me harder than I expected. I'd always thought of it in more of a big picture way. But the image of what happened wasn't pretty."

"No, it wasn't. I'm sorry."

"How long did you two pretend to have a relationship?"

"It was a little over a year."

"So you must have spent a lot of time together."

"Yes."

"That had to be . . . confusing . . . for everyone." I nodded. She hesitated. "Did you tell her specifically about the other women?"

"I did." I had a knot in my throat. I didn't know how much to go into here. How much detail did she really want? "There were only two. The first was someone I'd seen occasionally over the years, you know?" I waited for her to acknowledge she understood before I moved on.

"And the other was the one you were caught with? What was her name?"

"Bree."

"Did you have feelings for her?"

I had to think about it. "Not really. I mean I liked her. We had fun, but I didn't think there was much more to it."

"Didn't think?"

"I learned afterward that she was expecting something more. But I ended up taking the job in LA."

"And that was it?"

"No, not exactly. She called me a lot. I felt bad because her life was falling apart, and it was my fault. She couldn't work at CI anymore, and she begged me for a job at my new firm, but I wasn't really comfortable with that, and I didn't want to let her think there was going to be a relationship. I tried to let her down easily, but I don't think she took it well." Bella was looking at me curiously. "What are you thinking?"

"I don't know. I guess I was thinking about the mistakes I've made. Like when I dated those two guys. I don't think what happened with you was necessarily any worse, but somehow it's still haunting you. It doesn't seem fair."

I let out a breath, and I think some sound came with it.

"What?" she asked.

"Some days, I think, this has to be it. This has to be what breaks her. And every day, I'm relieved when you're still here."

"Well, I don't have a place to live anymore, so I guess I'll be here every day."

"And I will be amazed, each and every one."

We cleaned up the dishes, playfully flirting and stealing kisses. We were going to lose ourselves in a movie so we both got changed into pajamas. I thought about calling Emmett, but wanted to leave them alone as well.

Right before I hit play on the DVD player, I heard my phone.

"Hey, Mom. Any news?"

"Actually, I was just calling to ask you the same thing. Is there something you failed to mention today?"

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Third, the holiday weekend means there will be an extra day, and the next update won't be until Wed.

Now that that's out of the way . . . A few big items here. Is Jane really the leak? Will Edward's suspicions be confirmed? What news does Esme think the kids failed to mention? What did you think of poor drunk Tanya? And Edward finally put Carlisle in his place on something. Go E!

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