[Disclaimer] All things Twilight belong to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer

[A/N] Two updates on the same day is probably not a very smart idea. Don't make me regret it…

This chapter is dedicated to aquarius127 because I like the way she thinks…

**FAQ**

*Is Jasmine still in love with Ali?

Yeah, I think so…but who can blame her for it. Ali is just too adorable, isn't she?

* to Haley and all the others who have problems picturing a plus size Bella. I suggest to Google the plus size model Chloe Marshall. Bella is not seriously overweight in this story although this awful little thing called the BMI scale would tell her that she's pretty close to obesity…

**Chapter 30**

Carlisle's blue eyes moved from me to Ali who started trembling next to me until his gaze finally found the chalk-white face of his oldest daughter.

"What is she talking about?" his voice was still calm although the slightly aggressive tone in it wasn't to miss. Damn it, I hoped he wouldn't react in a similar way like his son.

"Dad, please. We've enough problems to deal with right now. Ali and you can talk about that…another time."

"No, Rose. This time is just as good as any other. You know as much as I do that our brother will break the scandalous news to him as soon as Riley has to set his sorry ass out of jail again."

A low sigh left Rosalie's coral tinted lips that currently were the only color in her pretty face. The whole worry about her younger sister was making her sick too.

"What kind of scandalous new?"

I took a deep breath but when I opened my mouth again not a single understandable word managed to leave my lips.

"Mary Alice, Isabella…what the hell is going on here?"

Ali sighed deeply and twisted the fingers of her right hand with mine.

"Dad, I love Bella."

"You think that you lo...love her…is that same kind of sick joke?"

"No, it's not. Alice and I are together now, like together toge…"

"I fucking know what together means!"

Rosalie put one hands on his shoulder in a desperate attempt to calm her father down.

"I bet you knew about that, didn't you?"

"Yes, Dad…"

"And what were you planning on doing against it?"

"Doing something against it? What the hell should I have done! I told Ali that I think it might be wrong."

"It might be wrong! Damn it Rosalie Lillian, I swear to god, if you weren't an adult, married woman I would…I would!"

"Dad, keep your voice down in case you don't want the entire hospital to know about the problems in our family."

"She's right about that, Dad. And I don't understand why you are so pissed at Rosie. She hasn't done anything…"

"That's right, Mary Alice. She didn't do anything to help ending this nonsense between you and your sister-in-law!"

"Rosalie didn't do anything because it's none of her damn business!" I told him, pulling Ali's trembling body closer to me again.

Carlisle's eyes narrowed when he realized it.

"Get your hands off of my daughter!" he croaked out and shoved me off of the bed. My vision went black for a moment as my head hit the metal frame of the hospital bed.

"Ouch!"

"God, Bella are you okay?" Ali asked me anxiously.

I quickly nodded my head and stood up from the ground. The back of my head was hurting a little but it wasn't worse than a migraine attack. My fingertips moved over the throbbing scull and when I put my hand on Ali's again it was covered in small trails of crimson colored blood.

"I shouldn't…I didn't mean to…" Carlisle's voice raised a hysterically high frequency.

"Bella, do you need me to call the nurse or anyone?" Rosalie asked me worriedly.

I shook my head.

"That's not necessary, Rose. I've always been an easy bleeder."

She walked over to the bed and checked the wound on the back of my head. It looked as if she would probably pass out any moment.

"It's a laceration and it'll need stiches."

Then she sat down on the plastic chair next to the bed and turned to her father again.

"Great Dad, just great...like father, like son…both of you are obviously not mature enough to solve your problems verbally."

"Rosalie, I did not do that on purpose. I just want both of them to see reason. Whatever happened between Bella and Mary Alice, it has to stop. This is destroying our entire family!"

"Dad, can't you see? This is not about you or me or Edward or any other member of the wonderful oh-so perfect Cullen Clan."

"She's actually right, Carlisle. It's just our choice if we want to be together. Just mine and Ali's and we don't need your consent on it to be happy."

"Bella, you can't be serious about that. Have you no respect for the holiness of matrimony at all?"

Now he was starting to piss me off way more than my hurting head was capable to deal with.

"Oh and you think that you do? Where was your respect for your wife when you cheated on her while you lived in Europe?" It was below the belt to bring this up now but I wouldn't take any crap from someone like him.

"Damn it, Bella. You know nothing about that. Nothing do you hear me! And just for the record, I know that I made a mistake with Sasha. Everything was a big, stupid mistake that I'm going to regret for every single day of my life."

"A mistake? That's all I am to you? A fucking mistake!" Ali croaked out, before she swallowed hard to keep the tears from falling that were already glittering in the corners of her caramel eyes.

"He didn't mean it like that, Ali." Rosalie assured her while she wiped a few pearls of sweat from her forehead with a tissue.

"Your sister is right, Mary Alice. I don't think of you as a mistake…but the things that lead to…well, I shouldn't have given into Sasha's persuasiveness."

"Sasha? Is this Sasha my biological mother?"

"She was."

"Was?"

"She died about ten years ago in a cardiac clinic in Bucharest."

"Did she have the same condition like me?"

He nodded his head and sighed deeply.

"Yes she did, a lot worse though and she was so…well hungry for life. That didn't help with it either."

"Ali isn't going to die because of her heart too, is she?" A sharp pain cramped around my heart, like a cold iron fist that almost managed to knock the breath out of me.

"I'm not dying, Bella. The valve of my stupid heart is just a little bit leaky."

"That's a very unorthodox way of describing it, Mary Alice. But she's right, Bella. It won't be lethal in her case. She just needs to avoid too much stress in her life."

"Stress like me?"

"Yeah, that too, Bella…"

"Dad, just for the record: Bella is not the reason why I'm in here right now. That's your perfect little smart-ass of a son!"

A young girl with curly brown hair and huge, fearful eyes opened the door.

"Excuse me? I was send here to bring lunch to Miss Cullen. But I can come back later…if you and your visitors are busy right now."

"You can leave the food here, thank you. Just put it on the night table here. I'll eat it later."

Rosalie wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"God, what kind of crappy food are they serving in here? That smells worse than the stuff Emmett feeds to our dog."

I put the plastic lid up and the scent of salmon and pasta filled the air.

"You should probably eat it as long as it's still hot."

"I'm not hungry, Bella."

"She shouldn't eat that anyway. I think it's foul. Can't you smell that too?" She asked me and leaned over the plastic bowl. It didn't seem to be such a clever move from her side because a split second later she turned her head and emptied her stomach into the small trash.

"Rosalie, what the hell was that? If you are sick you should stay away from your sister." Carlisle snarled at her as he handed her a fresh tissue to wipe her mouth.

"I'm not sick. It was just the stupid fish…it smells awful. God, Bella, for heaven's sake put the lid back on the bowl."

"Okay. I will. Maybe we should open the window to let in a little bit of fresh air. You won't get too cold will, you?" I asked Alice and wrapped the blanket over her shoulder.

"Damn it, Bella. I'm not seriously ill. Open the window. I guess all of us need some fresh air right now."

I stood up from the bed and walked over to the small window, knowing that she was probably more right about it than ever…

XXXX

A low sigh left my throat when I finally parked the car in front of my house again. My head was still hurting but the painkillers Dr. Connor had made me swallow before she stitched the wound on the back of my head were starting to help a little bit.

"Mommy, are you sick?"

"No, honey, I'm not. My head is just hurting a little bit. Can you try to be silent?"

"Maybe your head will get better if I sing you a song." She suggested as we entered the house again.

"I don't think so, sweetie. Just go upstairs and play in your room, okay?"

She nodded her head and walked out of the kitchen where I sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and put my face in my hands.

The phone starting ringing but I ignored it, knowing that wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone right now. After a few moments the machine picked up.

"I know that you're home, Bella." Edward snarled into the receiver.

"Pick up the damn phone, for crying out loud."

Slowly I stood up and walked over to the phone on the other side of the kitchen but hesitated for a moment.

"You know what? I don't care if you pick up the damn phone or not Isabella. I just called to let you know that this men-hating bitch that you have chosen as your lawyer has sent some completely ridiculous claims to my office. I've got some information for you, Mrs. Cullen. If you are planning on playing dirty, you're trying to mess with the wrong man. You won't get a single dime of my money and as for the custody thing. Lilly will stay with me; I won't accept any other option. You're not honestly thinking that I'll let her stay with an emotionally instable person like you!"

He thinks that I'm emotionally instable? My weight is probably instable, but my mind is working pretty fine. Thank you, Mr. Cullen. Jeez, I had to do something about the name thing too. Although it was, in a very weird kind of way nice that Ali and I had the same family name…

I rolled my eyes at my own stupid thoughts and walked out of the kitchen. Lily was sitting on the top of the stair with her teddy bear in her arms. I kneeled down next to her and wrapped my arms around her.

"Lilly, why aren't you playing in your room, like I told you to do?"

"I don't want to and I don't want you to be angry at Daddy anymore. Auntie Rosie says he's going to live at Grandma's house for a while. Why can't he live here with us and Auntie Ali?"

"Lilly, that's just…well that's complicated, you'll understand that better when you're older."

"I'm almost five and I want to understand it now."

"Lilly, honey, I've already told you that me being angry at your father has nothing to do with you."

"I know, Mommy, but can't you just tell each other that you're sorry? Auntie Rosie always tells Uncle Emmett that she's sorry after she yells at him and then he kisses her and everything is okay. Why can't you and Daddy do that too?"

"Lilly, honey…" I sighed deeply and started rubbing my forehead with my fingertips.

"That won't work…because…because, I don't love your father the way your aunt loves your uncle."