[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer

[A/N] Today's chapter is dedicated to my readers jm1708 and Crazy Heart 101

**13**

Little Resha had found her personal goddess. Well, as much as a feisty nine-year-old can be a role model of any kind for a younger girl. Jane knew all the important things in life there were to know. She had learned a lot of bad words from her older sisters and was willing to share her knowledge. She knew how to tie Resha's shoe laces so that she wouldn't trip over them anymore. The best though was that Jane had managed to break the candy machine in the basement of the hotel by kicking against its side.

Now, she and Resha were sitting in a corner of the hotel lobby, sharing their treasure.

"Is this stealing what we did?" Resha asked, stuffing a mars bar between her lips. "I don't want to go to jail."

"Silly thing, they don't send kids to jail. Can I have the other half of your Mars? I like caramel."

Resha wasn't completely convinced what Jane told her was true. Maybe, she should ask her mother, just to make sure. But, no, maybe she shouldn't. Her mother didn't like her eating candy. She would be angry if she'd find out.

"Are you adopted?" Jane asked, cuddling a dog-shaped blue balloon against her chest. If only her father would allow her to get a real dog. She needed to ask remember asking him often enough.

"What does adopted mean?" Resha asked back, licking some melted chocolate from her fingers.

"It means that your real Mommy didn't want you." Jane explained. "Sometimes people don't want their children and then you give them to other people."

Resha's eyes widened. That sounded so horrible. How could her Mommy not be her real Mommy?

"My aunt Esme has a child like you. She's adopted her from Africa."

"I don't want to be adopted!" Resha protested. "I want to be a real child."

"Resha, what are you doing here?" Bella told her daughter, rushing towards Jane and Resha. She had woken up with an unpleasant headache, noticing with horror that the space next to her was empty in the bed.

"Didn't I tell you not to go anywhere without telling me?" She snapped at Resha. "This hotel is huge. You might get lost."

Resha cringed. "But I was with Jane."

It was then, that Bella saw the pile of candy bars between the girls. "Who gave that to you?"

"We found it." Jane stated. "When you find something you get to keep it."

Bella shook her head and reached out her hand to Resha. "Come with me. Let's see if the restaurant has already opened for breakfast."

In another hotel room a young psychology student was about to lose her nerves. Alice had managed to squeeze out enough pee for four pregnancy tests. All of them were positive. Tiny little pink dots, blue circles and green crosses that all stated the same thing. She was pregnant.

Fuck my life. The young woman thought, throwing the tests into the trash underneath the sink. She splashed some water into her face and wiped away the trails of smeared mascara with a towel.

When she tiptoed out of the bathroom, she saw that Jasper was still fast asleep in the bed. Alice considered waking him, but then she decided against it. Instead she put on a white sundress and went downstairs to take a little walk in the hotel garden.

Pregnant! She still couldn't wrap her head around it. They had been careful. Well, they had been careful most of the times. Apparently that hadn't been enough. Damn it.

On a little bench, she sat down and started plucking the petals from a flower that had grown through the asphalt. She wondered when would be the right moment to break the daddy news to the father to be. J. would freak. That much Alice was sure about.

"Good morning, half-dwarf." A deep voice greeted her from behind. Alice crossed her arms in front of her chest before she turned around.

"Morning to you too," she greeted Jasper's older brother. Emmett's shirt was covered in sweat. The muscles in his arms flexed when he raised them to run his fingers through short cropped black curls.

"Let me guess, Jazz is still sleeping. My brother isn't exactly an early riser."

Alice nodded her head. "I don't mind. Why are you up so early?"

"I went for a run." Emmett explained. "I run every morning. Old habits die hard."

"You used to play football, didn't you?" Alice asked, trying to make some small talk.

He sat down next to her and pressed a few buttons on the pulse monitor around his wrist. His times were shitty. It was no wonder they were shitty the way he had stuffed down junk food and beer in the last weeks.

"Yeah, I used to play. But now my shoulder is fucked up and my career is over."

"Career? I've seen you play before. You weren't that good."

"Excuse me, half-dwarf. What would you know about sports? It hasn't got anything to do with fashion crap."

She sat up straight. Sitting up straight always made you look at least two inches taller. Alice remembered her Mammy telling her that over and over again. "Sometimes I watch Games with my Dad. He said you were bad. Strong yes but too slow."

"I'm not slow."

"Of course you are. Why do you think that other player from the Bears ran you over?"

Emmett knew that it was off limits to punch a girl. It was especially off limits to punch a girl who was so delicate like Alice. But damn it, that chick was getting on his nerves.

"Did I say something wrong?" she asked when she saw the pissed-off expression on Emmett's face. "I'm sorry. I always say what I'm thinking. Sometimes that's a mistake."

"You're the first person apart from my former Coach who has dared to tell me the truth. Most others just tell me how sorry they are that I can't play anymore."

Alice cleared her throat. "I should go back. Maybe Jasper has woken up now."

"How long have you known my brother? He's basically comatose before nine a.m."

"Yeah, I know." Alice said quickly, staring down at her red painted toe nails.

"So, that silly little blouse you wore yesterday, actually costs two hundred bucks?" Emmett asked, searching for something in the pockets of his shorts.

"Chanel is never silly. It's divine. And yes, it did cost two-hundred bucks." It was only a gift, she added sadly in her head.

"Here. I hope you don't mind cash." Emmett stated, shoving the money between Alice's hands.

"You don't have to. Bella said she's going to pay me back."

"Aren't you ashamed to take that much money from a poor single mother? Anyway, I want to pay you because I rather have your Chanel ruined instead of my leather seats."

xxxx

Carlisle stared out of the window in his brother's hotel suite. He hadn't slept well this night. Rosalie's behavior was starting to worry him. Maybe the big wedding was making her nervous. Jeez, it was making him nervous. If there was only a thing he could do to make Rosalie feel better.

"I didn't expect you to get married again." Marcus stated, playing around with the two wedding rings on his left hand. "Especially not to such a young woman like Rosalie," he added after a moment. "Is this some kind of early midlife crisis?"

Carlisle shrugged his shoulders. "It's been five years since the divorce. I'm supposed to move on. Anyone does."

"I don't." Marcus mumbled. "When my Didyme died, all happiness has been ripped away from me."

"You still have the girls." Carlisle reminded his brother. "Jane is a little handful though."

"That she is. That she is." Marcus chuckled. "Are you and Rosalie planning on having kids together?"

"Sure, I'd love that." Carlisle stated. He grabbed the picture Marcus had placed on his nightstand. The four of them had been like joined at the hips at the time it had been taken. At first it had felt awkward to him to have his two foster siblings fall in love. But Didyme had been so good for Marcus. Nobody could deny that.

Next to his sister, her copper hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail was his ex. How different Esme was from Rosalie. Maybe that was the reason why he had fallen for the young Blonde. He could never be with anyone who would remind him of what he had lost thanks to his own mistakes. Well, there was no use to cry over spilled milk. Life had to go on and so would he…

xxxx

Bella had put Resha back to bed. The girl always got tired when you let her eat too much candy stuff.

"Stay here." Bella had whispered, leaning down to plant a kiss on her daughter's forehead. "Mommy will be right back."

In her room, Rosalie had finally fallen asleep after tossing around for ours. She had considered simply packing her things and make a run. When someone knocked on the door, she woke up on a pile of clothes.

"Hey, did I wake you up?" Bella asked, walking in. "I just came to check on you."

"I'm fine." Rosalie lied. "Why don't you sit down? I'll just go and freshen up a bit."

Bella did like Rosalie told her. She sighed, trying to prepare herself for the upcoming conversation with her best friend. Maybe Rosalie was going to hate her for it.

"Does it show that I didn't sleep?" Rosalie asked, when she returned from the bathroom. "I tried to cover it up with concealer."

"Beautiful, you don't need to cover up anything." Bella whispered. She petted the place next to her on the bed. "Come here. You and I need to talk."

"Are you mad at me?" Rose whispered. "I feel like everyone is about to get really mad at me."

"I guess, with everyone you mean Lucy." Bella stated. "Look, Rose. This is your life. Not your mother's."

"Mom only has—"

"You best interest in mind, I know." Bella took Rosalie's hand between hers. "But sometimes that just isn't enough."

Rosalie bit the inside of her mouth. "Please, don't say that. I need you to support me. I need you to help me make it through this wedding. It's what I want."

Bella tightened her hold around Rosalie's fingers. "I love you. That's why I need to tell you the truth whether you want to hear it or not."

"Tell me what truth?"

"The truth you already know. This wedding is a mistake. You need to start admitting it."

"Get out. I don't need you to tell me what to do or what to feel. You know what? I hate the way you're making me feel!"

"How am I making you feel?" Bella asked, placing her free hand on Rosalie's shoulder. "Angry?"

"Yes, right now, you're making me feel angry." Rosalie said. "But apart from that you are making me feel a lot of things I don't want to feel."

Bella's fingertips stroked down Rosalie's slender arm very lightly. "You are making me feel things I don't want to feel either."

"Like what?"

"I'm worried because you are about to make the biggest mistake of your life. What sense is there in a marriage when you are having so many doubts to begin with?"

"Mom says every bride gets cold feet before her big day."

"I don't give a crap about what your mother says. She doesn't really know you. Lucy only knows what you are allowing her to see."

"You are being rude."

"I'm sorry that there is no nicer way to tell you. I can handle you being angry at me for it. What I can't handle is you making yourself miserable."

Rosalie's bottom lip started to quiver. "You can't know that."

"Yes, I can, Beautiful. I can because I know you better than anyone else and still love you."

Bella's heart was in her mouth. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against Rosalie's. Soft, they felt so incredibly soft. Why hadn't they done this sooner? It felt amazing. It was warm and tender and all kinds of perfect. A wave of tingling lust went down the women's spines as Bella dared to slide her tongue between Rosalie's lips. Yes, this was that they wanted.

In Rosalie's head her thoughts were racing. She knew it was wrong to let Bella kiss her like this. The kiss was definitively a sexual one and that officially made it cheating. Rosalie had never been a cheater before. Still, she couldn't manage to bring herself to stop the kiss. Maybe this was wrong. But God in heaven, help her, it felt so perfectly right.