[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer
[A/N] Welcome back, my dear readers. Thanks to everyone who decided to give my little fic here a try. It's a fun project for me to work on.
This chapter here is dedicated to tlc125 and polarhamster10. I hope you'll enjoy!
**5**
Rosalie Hale woke up like she did any other morning. It took her a minute to realize she wasn't in her bed back home in Seattle. Bella was still sleeping peacefully next to her on her stomach. With a sore throat and messy hair Rosalie tumbled to the bathroom. Tiredly, she blinked at herself in the mirror. The memory of last night was still vivid. Her cheeks turned crimson when she remembered how shamelessly she had asked Bella about her self-pleasuring habits.
Blame it on the wine, Rosalie thought. She splashed water into her face and brushed her teeth. There was nothing worse than morning breathe. Was there?
After popping her contacts in, the world around Rosalie become a lot clearer. Clearer but yet still so very complicated. In a calm routine she applied her make-up. The blonde lashes around her blue eyes were almost magically turned into silky black. She liked them much better that way.
After changing the oversized shirt she slept in into a pair of jeans and a top, she went downstairs. Her fingers quickly braided her hair together before she tied it up. Her mother didn't like it when she wore her hair up. She claimed it made Rosalie's face too round.
"Good Morning, Rose." Resha greeted her, looking up from the TV screen at that her eyes were focused on.
"Morning, sweetie, what are you watching?"
"Tangled." The little girl mumbled. She cuddled her baby doll against her chest. "Rapunzel has such pretty hair. Just like you."
Rosalie laughed. "Well, I'm glad my hair isn't that long. It would be a lot of work. Don't you think?"
The little girl shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Is my Mommy still sleeping?"
"She is. We need to be quiet to not wake her up. She needs some rest."
"I'm hungry."
Rosalie took Resha's hand in hers. "Well, then we should start making some breakfast. You're a big girl and can help me, right?"
Having a six-year-old help you in the kitchen actually meant more work instead of help. Still, Rosalie let the girl slice up strawberries and crack eggs. She didn't lose her patience, even if half of them landed on the kitchen floor.
"Grandpa likes pancakes too." Resha stated wiping a bit of milk from the table with her hand. "We need to save some for him."
"We'll do that. Now, can you get me the butter from the fridge, sweetie?"
"Yes, Rose." Resha had to stand up on her toes to reach the butter. She handed it to Rosalie and sat back down on her chair, tugging her feet underneath her.
"Rose, when you get married, will you have a baby?"
Rosalie dropped the pan she was holding to the floor. Crap, she thought, quickly kneeling down to lift it up again before anything got burned. After placing it back on the stove, she turned to Resha. The Blonde's lips twitched into a fake smile.
"Maybe I'll have a baby. Would you like that?"
"I think so. I wanted Mommy to have a baby but she said no. Why doesn't she want a baby? They are so cute."
"That they are. That they are." Rosalie mumbled, putting the first finished pancake on a plate. "Your mother doesn't want a baby because she has just started a new job."
"But I want to have a little sister to play with. Nobody ever plays with me."
"Oh sweetie, that's not true. Do you want some milk with your pancakes?"
Resha shook her head. "Juice," she stated. Her mother didn't like it when she drank too much juice but Rosalie didn't need to know that, right? The doorbell rang and the girl jumped from her chair. Pulling the front door open, she looked at a pair of grey trousers and shrugged back.
"Rose! There's a stranger!"
The man kneeled down and smiled. "Hey there, who are you, little Miss?"
"My Mommy told me not to talk to strangers." Resha answered. "Strangers are evil."
Rosalie wrapped her arms around the girl from behind. "That's not a stranger." She stated. Then her mouth curled into a smile. "What are you doing here, darling?"
He smiled back at her, slowly rising up from the ground. "I came to surprise you."
Rosalie felt tempted to tell her fiancé that she didn't like surprises one tiny bit. She liked to be prepared. If she had known he was coming, she would have chosen a different outfit.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" he asked, pulling the beautiful blonde woman into his arms. He still couldn't believe someone as gorgeous as Rosalie wanted to be with a boring old man like him.
"Of course, I'm happy." Rosalie whispered, pressing her lips lightly against his mouth. "I missed you."
She interlaced her fingers with his and pulled him inside the house with her. "I'm making breakfast. Have you eaten something?"
"I ate on the plane. Thank you, Kitty." Kitty – how much Rosalie hated that ridiculous nickname. If she could only bring up the courage to tell him stop using it.
"Carlisle, this is Bella's daughter Resha." she explained. "Resha, that's Carlisle. I'm going to marry him."
"He's the one who's not a prince."
Rosalie placed the plate with the finished pancakes in front of Resha. "Eat them as long as they are still warm. Carlisle is not a prince, yes. He's a doctor."
The girl poured a bit of maple syrup over her pancakes. "Are you a doctor for children?" she asked.
"No, I'm not. My job is to fix broken bones. Did you ever have anything broken?"
"No, but my Mommy says, I will when I run around in the house. But running is so much more fun than walking."
He smiled and nodded his head. "I'm sure it is." Then he turned to his beautiful fiancée. "Kitty, why are you staying here instead of at your brother's place?"
Rosalie cringed. She didn't want to tell Carlisle about her argument with her older brother. Emmett was just jealous, jealous and horribly frustrated since his shoulder injury. Yes, it was sad he couldn't play again. Sometimes you needed to accept things and move on, though.
"Emmett's place is a pigsty. Apart from that I just like spending time with Bella. She went through an ugly break-up."
"Are you done informing your fiancé about my life?" Bella snapped as she entered the kitchen. Her mood was crappy today. She had woken up with a throbbing in her head that was so strong it made her stomach cramp with nausea. Now, all she could do was wait for the Tylenol she had swallowed to start working.
"Good Morning, Bella." Rosalie whispered. "Did you sleep well? Resha helped me to make pancakes."
Bella sat down on one of the chairs and pulled her daughter on her lap. "Is that true? You helped?"
Resha nodded. "I did most."
"I bet you did, sweetie. Rosalie, did you make some coffee? I won't make it through this day without caffeine."
"Rosalie told me you are working for the police." Carlisle stated. "That must be a difficult job, especially when you have a little kid back at home."
Bella dipped her fork into a piece of strawberry on her plate. "Are you telling me that mothers are bad cops? That's pretty chauvinistic."
"I would never dare to do such a thing. How long have you been working for the police now?"
"Two years. Most of them back in Seattle. But handing out traffic tickets is not what I'm planning on doing forever."
The little one started fidgeting around on Bella's lap. "Can we go to the Rez today? I want to see the tide pools."
"Maybe next Saturday, sweetie," Bella told her daughter. "I need to study for one of my exams today."
Resha frowned. "Daddy would go with me. He's more fun than you."
"We could go with her." Rosalie said, placing her hand on Bella's. "Couldn't we, darling? The Indian Reservation is lovely."
"Sure, why not. Resha, would you like to go to La Push with me and Rosalie?"
"Will we have ice-cream?" the girl asked, lifting her glass with the apple juice to her mouth to drink.
"I think we can arrange that, little Miss." Carlisle stated.
Resha climbed from Bella's lap. "Vanilla and chocolate is my favorite." She called out, rushing up the stairs. "Mommy, where is my camera?"
"It's in the box under your bed. Don't run! How often will I have to tell you that?"
"Such an adorable little girl," Carlisle said. "You must be very proud of her."
Bella nodded her head. "I am. Do you and Rose want to have kids?"
"Well, maybe." He cleared his throat. "We haven't discussed that topic yet. It would be nice to have a pair of little feet tripling through the house again."
"Again?" Bella asked, taking a sip from the glass of apple juice in front of her. She needed to tell Rose and especially Charlie to stop letting Resha drink that sugary stuff all the time. It was bad for her teeth.
"Carlisle helped his brother-in-law to raise his three nieces after his sister passed. Isn't that fantastic? He's really great with kids."
Bella went over to the counter and poured herself a cup of coffee. She added some cream and sugar to it before taking a first sip. The pain in her head was a bit better now, but she still felt like she was sore from lying on her side most of the night. Not that she regretted sharing her bed with Rosalie last night. It had felt nice having a warm body next to hers. Maybe it had felt a bit nicer than it should have.
"So, you and Resha's father broke up not too long ago?" Carlisle asked. Bella's free hand grabbed the wood of the counter behind her. Why did Rosalie have to tell this man about her private life? That was so…unnecessary.
"Thanks for reminding me. I actually felt only half like shit when I woke up. Have a nice day too!"
She took a quick gulp from her coffee. Then she grabbed her gun-belt and her jacket. Bella took a deep breathe to calm herself for a moment. "Rose, I'm off, forgot something at the station. You take care of Resha and please, don't let her eat candy all day long."
With that she rushed out of the house, glad that she hadn't actually insulted her best friend's hubby-to-be too much. It was just that she hated to be reminded of her failed relationship. Seven years, in the hope he would change. Change and grow up from being a careless, selfish child.
"Crap, crap, crap." The young officer cursed while she made her way to the Forks Police department. Of course, she hadn't forgotten anything there. She just needed an excuse to get away from Doc Charming. The way he had looked at Rosalie like she was something to eat. Just gross!
Bella made it to the police station in record time. You are really a great role model for the people of the town, she thought, killing the engine of the car.
"Bell- Deputy Swan, what are you doing here?" Charlie asked, looking up from his desk. "The idiot from the computer company still didn't manage to get the goddamn program running."
"Still? That sucks. How are things going today? Everything quiet?"
"Peaceful as it's supposed to be. I finally have time to read through this leaflet Emmett dropped by. Boy is smart. He has good ideas. But this teacher stuff, he's doing. It's just not right for him."
"I agree on that." Bella stated. "Your coffee is empty. I'll get you a new one."
Great, you are really acting like a fucking secretary, Bella thought when she walked over to the coffee machine in the corner. She filled two plastic cups with coffee. A glimpse at her desk showed her that it was covered with boxes and several piles of folders. She would be stuck with doing paperwork for months. Things couldn't get any worse. Could they?