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**7**

Rosalie's hands were still trembling a bit when she took the glass of wine from her fiancé. She was usually good at controlling her emotions but today, things didn't work like she wanted them to.

"Here, Kitty." Carlisle said with a genuine smile on his face. "Drink this wine. It's good for your nerves."

She sipped on the drink, more out of politeness and placed the glass on the little table next to her. "Thank you."

"There is nothing to be thankful for." He responded. "I'm very sorry that you got agitated like this."

Rosalie nodded tiredly and forced her lips into a smile. She hated that she always had to smile whether she felt like it or not. "I'm not a very pretty sight when I get upset. I cry and then I look ugly."

He pushed a wisp of Rosalie's long blonde hair carefully behind her ear. "You could never be ugly to me, Kitty."

She cleared her throat and stood up from the edge of the couch. Moving around would help her to sort her thoughts better. If anything had happened to Resha, she would have never been able to forgive herself.

"Maybe I should call Bella and ask if everything is okay with her." Rosalie stated, searching the depth of her handbag for her cell.

"I think, you should let your friend and her ex-boyfriend talk things out privately." Carlisle stated. "There seems to be a lot of unsolved tension between them."

"Tyler's an immature jerk. That's the problem." Rosalie snapped. "Bella has been trying so hard to make things work. She deserves better."

Carlisle hugged Rosalie from behind. "It's adorable, how protective you are when it comes to your friend Bella." He kissed her neck, pulling instantly back when he felt the woman in front of him stiffening.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, trying to change the subject of their conversation. "That little Diner up the road looked good."

Rosalie's mouth twitched into another fake smile. "Sure. Let's go and have a bite."

Minutes later when Carlisle and Rosalie entered the Diner, she was instantly reminded why she didn't like this place. No matter how much they cleaned, it always smelled a bit like old people and greasy fat inside of it.

At the counter, a half-full glass of beer in front of him was her brother. Great, like she needed to see Emmett to make her day even worse than it already was.

"Hey," she said, not even bothering to smile. That was what she liked about her brother. Emmett didn't expect her to play nice when she didn't feel like it. "It's too early to start drinking."

"It's Light Beer." Emmett responded, taking another gulp. This was his third glass. Rosalie didn't need to know about this, though.

"Hello Emmett." Carlisle greeted his fiancée's older brother. "It's good to see you again. Would you like to eat with us?"

Emmett Hale had never said no to a free meal. His sister had an awful taste in men. Carlisle was way too old for her in his opinion. At least he seemed to be treating her well.

"What are you doing in Forks, Doc?" Emmett asked, emptying the remaining content of his glass down in one gulp.

Carlisle smiled and placed his hand on Rosalie's. "I missed my beautiful fiancée and came to surprise her."

Emmett chuckled. "Surprise her?" He leaned over the table and whistled through his teeth. "Nettie, I get another beer, sweetie."

Under the table Rosalie tried to kick her brother in order to warn him.

"Carlisle, don't you know that Rose hates surprises?"

"That's not true." Rosalie protested. "And you need to stop drinking beer like it is water."

"Light Beer is water colored like piss."

"God, I hate when you talk like that. Carlisle, don't listen to him. Of course, I do like surprises. Anyone does."

Emmett took the beer the waitress handed him and grinned. "Come on, Rose. You were the only eleven-year-old that cried over her surprise birthday party."

Carlisle wiggled his eyebrows. "Is that true, darling?"

"What does it matter? I was a child back then. As for today, I don't like bad surprises. You coming here to visit me that was a good surprise."

She stood up from her chair and wiped her hands on the paper napkin on the table. "I'll be right back."

As soon as Rosalie was out of sight, Carlisle spoke up again. "You don't like that I'm marrying your sister."

"Is it that obvious?" Emmett asked, leaning back against the wall behind him.

"Well, not directly." Carlisle mumbled. "Rosalie hasn't mentioned anything, but I'm usually good at reading people."

"Look, I will say it like it is. Firstly, you are too old for my sister and secondly. For fucks sake, who gets married after…six weeks?"

Carlisle nodded his head. His eyes moved over the engagement ring on his finger. What was he supposed to tell Rosalie's brother? Of course, getting married so soon was unusual, in today's time. Rosalie was a precious gift to his life. He hadn't felt this light and happy in so many years. Why would he give up on that? It would be such a waste.

"I'm very happy your sister accepted my proposal."

"Bet my mother is happy too. She has tried to marry her off since Rosalie developed tits."

Rosalie felt like turning around on her heels, when she heard the last sentence her brother said to her future husband. What a jerk, she thought.

"Is Emmett boring you with old stories?" she asked, making her voice as cheerful as possible. "Don't believe everything he says."

The blond doctor shrugged his shoulders. He pulled out his phone when it started ringing. "Excuse me for a moment. It's important."

He walked out, to take the call, leaving Rosalie and Emmett alone at the table.

"Stop telling him shit about me. That's embarrassing."

"You know what will be embarrassing, Rosie? If you get a divorce within the first six months."

"I hate you. Why can't you be happy for me?"

Emmett sipped on his beer. "If I thought, that this is what makes you happy, I would."

Rosalie sighed. "I don't understand."

He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "I know you don't understand. That's why you are mad at me for telling you the truth."

Carlisle returned and sat down next to Rosalie. "I have some bad news, darling. There's a problem in the hospital and I need to fly back tonight."

"Really?" Rosalie whispered. "Can't you fly back tomorrow?"

"I'm sorry, but that's impossible, if we want to save that kid's arm."

Now, what, are you supposed to say to something like this, Rosalie thought? You can't tell your fiancé to stay with you, when he's could be saving lives instead. The only problem with this was that it was Rosalie who needed to be saved more than anyone else.

xxxx

"You can never again do something like that." Bella stated, pouring water over her daughter's head. Doing Resha's hair was something she hated to do. It was a tiresome procedure and usually ended with the girl crying.

"But I was with Daddy." Resha protested, closing her eyes as tightly as possible. The shampoo still burned. Could there be anything worse than getting shampoo into your eyes?

Bella took a deep breathe. "I didn't know you were with Tyler. All I knew was that you were gone suddenly." She pulled the girl's head a bit back. "Keep still. I put some more conditioner in."

"Are you and Daddy angry at each other?"

"A bit," Bella lied. You can't tell a six-year-old her father is a dick. Every father is supposed to be a hero. She rinsed off the conditioner and wrapped a towel around Resha's head. "Now, get out of the water."

Patiently Resha let her mother dry her off. She knew that the worst part was yet to come. Getting her hair combed was something she detested more than anything.

"Here's your doll." Bella said, placing the girl on the closed toilet lid. "You can do her hair while I do yours."

"No!" Resha called out, tossing the doll aside. "I don't want you to comb my hair. It hurts!"

"It doesn't hurt. Stop making a tantrum."

She grabbed the comb from the sink and started pulling on the tangled curls of her daughter. "I'll try to do it quick, okay?"

"Yes, Mommy." The girl mumbled, pressing her lips together. If she cried out in pain, her mother would only tell her that it didn't hurt. How could she know if her scalp was hurting or not? If only she could have straight hair like her mother. Straight hair was so much prettier than frizzy hair.

"I know you miss your father." Bella stated, working through the next wisp of curls. "But you still get to see him. I promise."

"When?" Resha asked, inhaling sharply through her teeth when Bella pulled on her hair. "Can we go to Disneyland together for my birthday?"

"Disneyland is too expensive. But Mommy will try to figure something out that we can do on your birthday, okay?"

"Daddy said we could go to Disneyland with his van."

Yes, your Daddy said, Bella thought grimly. Tyler was always good at making promises. It was too bad he wasn't good at keeping them.

"Mommy?"

"We'll talk about it another time." She kissed Resha's head. "See, we're already done with your hair."

Resha jumped up. "If we can't go to Disneyland for my birthday, can I get a kitten then?"

"Resha, I don't think a pet is a good idea." Bella said, knowing that the work would end up on her. "Maybe when you're a bit older."

"But kittens are so cute. Jessy has one too and she's younger than me."

"Ask your Grandpa about the kitten." Bella stated. She was convinced that Charlie would never agree to a pet. The only animals he cared about were those on his plate.

"Great! I'll ask him tonight, when he comes home." The girl called out, rushing out of the bathroom.

Bella smiled and kneeled down to pick up the doll from the floor. The doorbell started ringing downstairs.

"Don't open the door, Resha!" she called. "I'll be right there."

"Hi," Rosalie whispered, when Bella pulled the front door open a minute later. "Carlisle had to fly back to Seattle."

"That sucks." Bella mumbled. "Come in. I'm sorry for how I look. I had to bathe Resha."

"You look nice. Shine-though is the latest fashion in Europe, I've heard."

Rosalie's eyes moved over the brunette's upper body. The material of Bella's white top had gotten wet, making the blue bra beneath it visible. Beautiful, Rosalie thought. She's so beautiful and doesn't even know it.

"Come in. I'll be right back. Just need to change into something else."

Rosalie walked inside and sat down next to Resha on the couch. "What are you drawing, sweetie?"

"My kitten," the girl responded. "Mommy said, I could have one for my birthday, if Grandpa allows it. He's going to allow it, right?"

"I'm sure, he will." Rosalie said, cuddling a pillow against her lap. "What else do you want for your birthday?"

"The Rapunzel Barbie…and a tiara. Lucy said you always had pretty tiaras when you were little."

Rosalie cringed. If her mother only knew—

"Rose?"

"I'll see what we can do with that Barbie doll. Hey, I brought some apple pie with me. Do we want to eat it now?"

"Are there raisins in it?"

"I think so."

"Yuck. I don't like raisins. Maybe Mommy wants to have it."

With that the girl grabbed the sketch block and her crayons and rushed upstairs.

"Don't run! See, now you almost fell again." Bella called out, barely managing to hold the girl when she slipped on the top stair. Poor child had managed inherited all the bad things from her parents. She had Tyler's hair and her bad sense of balance. Maybe she should send the girl to ballet classes. Resha had talked her ear off a while ago that she wanted to learn how to dance.

"I knew someone who used to run around in this house all the time." Rosalie teased. "Give the girl a break. You are so strict to her all the time."

"We'll talk about strict and not strict when you have kids." Bella stated, sitting down next to Rose. "Oh, you brought cake. That's why I love you."

She dipped the plastic fork into the crust and lifted it to her mouth. "Delicious."

Rosalie cleared her throat. "I'm really sorry, I let the kid go missing today. I swear it was just a moment that I didn't have my eyes on her."

"Let's not talk about it anymore. Nothing has happened and that's all that counts."

Bella wrapped her arm around Rosalie. "The cake is good. Let's share one piece now and safe the other one for breakfast."

"Deal." Rosalie whispered. "We met Emmett at the Diner. He's still against the wedding."

"Why?" Bella asked with a full mouth, chewing the apple pie slowly. You could think of Emmett Hale what you wanted. At least, the guy always said exactly what he was thinking.

"He thinks I'm getting married because Mom wants it."

"Is that true?"

"Bella! I thought you are on my side."

Bella sighed, taking Rosalie's hand in hers. "I'm always on your side, Beautiful. If you tell me this is what you want. I'll be by your side."