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[A/N] Welcome to a brand new update for my little Rosella fic. It makes me so happy to have supportive readers like you by my side.
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How old are Bella & Rose?
Bella is twenty-five and Rosalie is twenty-six years old.
Who is Bella's ex-boyfriend? Who is Rosalie's fiancé?
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I hope all of you will like today's update and to my readers from the US – Happy Fourth of July to you!
The chapter here is dedicated to my readers Lunaris-wind and HomebyTwilight.
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"She's pregnant." Charlie said, taking a thirsty gulp from his beer. "I bet Rose's pregnant."
Bella shrugged her shoulders and added a bit of broccoli to the mashed potatoes on her daughter's plate. The girl frowned and pushed the unloved vegetable around with her fork.
"Eat." Bella demanded. "And don't frown like this. I can't stand that."
Resha cleared her throat. "Grandpa, do you want to eat my broccoli? Pllleeaase?"
"Dad, don't you dare. She needs to eat something healthy. Broccoli is full of Calcium. It's important for your bones, sweetie."
"I hate broccoli. It's yucky."
"Resha, eat up." Bella said again, her voice coming out stricter than she wanted it to. She was in a bad mood this afternoon. Her head was hurting and she was worried about her best friend's upcoming wedding. Was Rose really pregnant? It made sense because her best friend was completely crazy about babies. But rushing into a marriage with someone just because of a baby? This was not the nineteenth century anymore.
"Just eat a bit of the broccoli, sweetie." Charlie suggested. "If you do, we'll have ice-cream for dessert."
The girl looked down at the green vegetables in front of her. Then, she picked up some of it on her fork and lifted it to her lips. Her little mouth turned into a grimace when she chewed it slowly.
"See, it's not that bad." Bella stated. "Veggies are good for you."
Resha swallowed, gulping down the disgusting broccoli with a glass of apple juice. "Daddy wouldn't make me eat food I hate."
Bella flinched. She stacked Charlie's empty plate on her own and went over to the sink. Resha mentioning her father made Bella feel bad. There was this horrible, painful feeling deep down in her guts. Maybe she should have tried harder. Maybe if she had just—
Her inner doubts were interrupted when the phone started ringing. Charlie picked up the phone, clearing his throat. "Chief Swan."
He mumbled a few, yes…that's great…fantastic…into the receiver. Finally he ended the call with. "I'll be right at the police department in ten minutes. See you, bye!"
Charlie stood up from his chair. "That was the IT guy. They're installing the new computer program at the station. Isn't that great? No more old-fashioned file searching in dusty boxes."
His daughter nodded her head. The police department in Forks wasn't very well equipped. She liked the fact that Charlie was investing in some innovations now. Her enthusiasm was lowered with Charlie's next sentence though.
"We need to get all the old paper files into the computer. From tomorrow on, you'll be spending your days scanning and typing up records."
Bella took a deep breathe. "That's work for a sectary."
"Do I have one? No. So, one of the deputies has to do the job. I trust you know the alphabet. Do you?"
"Yes, Sir, no problem, Sir." She mumbled, filling the sink with hot water. Working and living together with her father was pulling on her nerves. Soon she would snap. It was only a matter of time.
Charlie left, leaving Bella and little Resha alone in the kitchen. "I can't eat any more broccoli, Mommy." The girl whined.
"It's okay. Bring me your plate, sweetie."
She threw the rest of the food into the trash and started rinsing the dishes in the sink. They needed to buy a dishwasher. Doing dishes by hand was something Bella hated to do.
"I miss Daddy."
Bella dropped the plate she was holding back into the water. A bit of it splashed over her shirt. She wiped her hands on a dishtowel and kneeled down in front of Resha.
"I know, honey. Mommy is sorry."
She leaned forward and kissed her daughter's cheek. "He's going to come here and visit you soon." She promised, knowing the words were a lie. Her ex's interest was with his new girlfriend now. That much Bella was sure about.
"Why don't you help Mommy with the dishes? When we are finished you'll get some ice-cream and I let you watch some TV."
A few minutes later when Bella had parked the girl with a bowl of chocolate ice-cream in front of the new flat screen in the living room she went upstairs. Her left fist connected with the sandbag she had hung up in the attic. A bit of boxing would help her to get off some steam.
Left
Right
Left
Left
Right
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Again and again she hit against the bag, feeling the sweat pouring down her forehead after a while. She lifted her foot and kicked the sandbag with as much force as she could.
Out of breath, Bella eventually sank down to her knees, gasping for air. Her fitness level was shitty. No wonder it was shitty if all she did was sitting around in the cruiser every night. This was not why she had decided to go to the police academy.
Grabbing a towel that was lying on the floor next to her, she wiped the sweat from her face. Get your grip together, Swan, she commanded herself. This job here is nothing permanent. Remember your goals. You need to fight for them.
"Mommy!" Resha called from downstairs. "Rose is on the phone!"
Bella put the towel over her shoulders and rushed down the stairs. "Hey, Rose."
"Hi, Bella, you sound stressed. Is everything alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine." Bella answered, walking over to the kitchen where she poured herself a glass of water. "How's the bride-to-be?"
"I had to try ten different fillings for wedding cake with Mom. She wants peanut-butter caramel. I want dark chocolate."
"I like chocolate." Bella stated. "Peanut butter is always a risk. When one of your guests turns out to be allergic, you'll end up calling an ambulance."
Rosalie giggled. "That's a great reason. I have to write it down. Not that we would actually need an ambulance with a doctor present."
Leaning back against the wall, Bella closed her eyes and took a deep breathe. "Honey, are you sure that you want to get married? I mean it's so soon."
"I thought you are happy for me?"
Bella sighed. "Of course, I'm happy for you. I love you. It's just that it want to make sure what you're getting yourself into."
For a moment Rosalie was very quiet. "You sound like Jazz. He made some stupid comments when I told him the news."
"What did he say?"
"That I have a father complex. Isn't that some bullshit? I don't have any complexes." Rosalie told Bella disgusted.
"I know, Beautiful."
"Thank you. I love you way more than my brothers."
"They are just watching out for you because they care. Look, there's something I wanted to ask you." Bella started hesitantly. Maybe it would be better to wait until Rosalie would announce the pregnancy herself. Yes, that would be better, Bella decided.
"About what?" Rose asked, chewing something in the background. "God, I hate carrots. But I need to lose four pounds until the wedding."
"Why? Your figure is lovely the way it is." Bella had always found that Rosalie had the perfect hourglass shape. She remembered how her best friend had already developed a gracious c-cup breast at the tender age of fourteen while she herself had been flat-chested like a boy back then.
For a moment Bella thought about how soft Rosalie's breasts had felt like in her hands when she had touched them. Still after all those years, she remembered the smoothness of the skin. Again and again, Bella had to remind herself that it had meant nothing. Rosalie had insisted that the innocent touching each other was nothing but a proof how much they trusted each other. The memory though sent tingles deep down the brunette woman's stomach.
"You are pretty the way you are. Diets are bullshit."
"I know, Bella. But I won't fit into Mom's dress if I don't lose a couple of pounds. God, she was so skinny before she had Emmett. It's amazing."
Bella lifted the water to her mouth and emptied the glass in one big gulp. "If I were in Seattle we could go for a run together every day."
Rosalie sighed. "See, I told you not to leave. If you ask me, it is Asshole that should have left town instead of you."
"It's a bit complicated." Bella mumbled. "You know why."
"I saw them, you know, Asshole and his Russian slut when I went grocery shopping. I felt tempted to let my shopping card roll against her car."
"Don't do anything like that." Bella pleaded. "It's just not worth it. And please, stop calling her a slut. He and I broke up before they got together."
"Slut is still a slut. Look, I just called because I wanted to let you know I'm coming to Forks tomorrow. Can I sleep at your place?"
"Sure. But you need to share a room with me. The little one has turned the guestroom into Barbie-land."
Rosalie laughed. "It's okay. I don't mind sharing a bed with you. See you tomorrow. Love you!"
"Love you more." Bella murmured, disconnecting the call. She filled her glass again and went to the living room.
"Rose is coming here tomorrow, sweetie. Isn't that great?"
Resha nodded her head before she turned her attention back to the TV screen. Her arms cuddled the pillow she was holding on her lap a bit tighter. "Rapunzel's hair is so pretty."
"Yes, sweetie, it looks nice. Do you want the Rapunzel Barbie for your birthday?"
"Maybe." The girl whispered. "But I rather want to have hair like her. Mine is frizzy and ugly."
Bella kissed her daughter's curly head. "No, it's not. Come on. Turn off the TV. We need to do some grocery shopping for tomorrow."
A couple hours later Bella was sitting in her cruiser, trying to get her last night shift over as good as possible. She flipped through a pile of records she had taken with her from the station. What a chaos, she thought. Her mouth twitched into a grin when she saw an old file that stated how Mrs. Cope her former school teacher had been caught drunk and bare-breasted in front of Fork's lingerie store, protesting soulful for the rights of feminism.
"Deputy Swan." The voice of the police radio cracked through the silence. "There's an empty car at the side of the road, just outside of town."
"I'll be right there." Bella said, turning on the engine. It didn't take her long to find the car. The old thing looked like it was just being held together by rust. Rosalie would have loved to get her hands on something like that.
"Hello? This is the police." Bella called into the darkness, while she pointed her flashlight towards the trees behind the car. "Is anyone there?"
Someone groaned loudly. Bella's right hand moved to the gun on her belt. "Come out! Slow."
Holding up the flashlight a bit higher, it blended a lean guy with a horrified expression on his young face. "Don't s-s-shoot."
Bella cleared her throat. "Hands up and come closer here where I can see you better."
The boy stuttered. "We c-c-can't."
"That was an order. Why are you out this late anyway? It's past midnight."
"M-m-my boyfriend a-a-and I we came here together." The poor boy stuttered while he walked around the bush. It was then that Bella realized he was naked. Behind him a second boy was just about to push some jeans back up. He was over two heads taller than Bella but that didn't impress the young officer too much.
"Hands up where I can see them. And you…cover yourself up or better get dressed. What the hell are you thinking you are doing here? Is this a joke?"
Stutter guy grabbed some sweatpants and pulled them up so quickly he lost his balance and landed flat on his face on the hard forest ground. "C-c-crap. Oh, Jake, what are we doing now? She's not going to call our p-p-parents, is she? Damn, Mom's going to freak."
"Shut up, Seth. Just shut the fuck up."
"You both shut up now!" Bella yelled. "What were you doing out here in the middle of the night?"
"Ma'am, stop please stop yelling." Jake said. "We haven't done any harm. We didn't even build a fire although it's shitty cold tonight."
Bella could feel herself beginning to shiver. The night was really icy. "I'm sorry for raising my voice. Did your car break down? You could have called someone."
"The rabbit is fine. Seth and I just wanted to be alone. We can never be alone because our parents can't know we're together."
The young officer nodded her head. "I understand. But still, you can't go out in the woods at night. Now, tell me where you live and I'll drive you home."