A/N: Welcome to my newest story. There's very limited drama. I love a great love story with some sour smut thrown in. We have a very simple smarty pants Bella on our hands with this one. Edward is a mellow guy with a dirty job. I really hope y'all like it.

No copyright infringement is intended. All recognizable characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I own the plot and any mistakes you come across.

HAPPY JULY 1st!

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Cherry Pies and Backwards Baseball Hats

Chapter One

BPOV

If there were two words to describe the kind of person I am, it would be Doogie Howser. I could have been through primary school, high school, and then collage by the time I was 14, but I wanted to be a teenager. Plus, I didn't even know who Doogie Howser was until my best friend forced me to watch the very first episode of the four-season TV series.

I can literally remember the first time I picked up a book. I was fascinated by all the letters on the page. I think I was two and a half years old, and my mom was a high school English teacher when she started introducing me to basic stuff like shapes and colors. As soon as she started putting letters together that made words, I was hooked. Everything started coming to me naturally. I was the youngest girl in the history of Maricopa County to graduate high school at the age of 15.

I was accepted to every college my counselor suggested for me to apply to. Princeton, Harvard, Yale, you name it, I was accepted. I had a perfect GPA, and I was proud of that. My parents are proud of it, as well, and the envy of a lot of kids who wished they had a brain like mine.

I had four years of college done in two years and went on to become a Nurse Practitioner. My mom encouraged me to go for the big leagues and become a doctor, but I just seriously wanted to be done with school, and stay close to home where I could see my parents whenever I wanted. Arizona State University; a 30 minute drive to Tempe, is where I chose to go to school. Luckily, my scholarship allotted me a parking permit so I could bring my car with me.

There wasn't a lot that I took pride in, but my car was my pride and joy because my grandfather bought it for me when I graduated from high school. Any kid that age would kill to get a car as a gift for anything or anytime. It wasn't anything fancy; an older model Honda Civic, but it was in pristine condition with everything custom about it. The paint job, the rims, the best tires, and an excellent stereo system. All that had been done over time since I was gifted the car. My dad made sure there was an alarm system on it that no one could get by. If anyone ever did, the entire car would shut down and not work.

Having a dad who owns his own auto-body shop and being a State Trooper is definitely a blessing.

My parents had divorced shortly after I moved into my dorm at the University. I knew they were struggling to make it work for far too long, so I wasn't a bitter teenager with mommy and daddy issues when they decided to part ways. I just wanted my parents to be happy.

My dad remarried, and he has never seemed happier with anyone except Leah. She was 10 years younger than him and kept him on his toes most of the time. I joked that Leah was the one who wore the pants in their relationship, but she had corrected me. They both wear the pants when it came to a partnered decision. Any other stuff, that was petty, Leah always threatened to sleep with jeans on so dad wouldn't push for sex so much. She's done it once since they got married just to prove she meant business. She had my dad wrapped around every finger on both hands. Even more so when Leah gave birth to my baby brother Paul. He's the spitting image of Charlie when he was a baby and will definitely have the girls or boys falling all over him when he gets older.

My mom, on the other hand, she's still a teacher and has her own ranch-style house in Chandler. She has a boyfriend but hasn't remarried.

We were all spread out, and it worked for us. I was glad my parents got along so well once their divorce was finalized. If I remember correctly, they shared a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

As for myself, I've stayed single mostly. I've dabbled in dating here and there, but it always turned out the same. They just wanted my Cherry Pie. It was worse when I was in college because the first time I got drunk at the ripe age of 17, we played truth or dare and the truth came out. My pole hole has never been vandalized. I had a birth canal in pristine cherry condition.

I'd never been asked out more in my entire life or invited to more parties once everyone learned of my cracker jack prize. That was the only reason anyone paid any attention to me. Male and Female were climbing out of the woodwork to try and get to me. I knew their game, and I never fell for it.

Honestly, I just haven't met a man who makes my heart race or make me go weak in the knees. I've seen cute boys, even sexy as hell men, but none of them ever made my heart want to leave my body. That's what I was waiting for.

I've kept in touch with friends from high school and college, but there's always been my one, true to his word, best friend, Jacob. He's been my rock, my solid shoulder to cry on, the one that has picked me up when I felt like I had the world on my shoulders. He's bisexual, and claims there will only ever be one woman he'll ever love, but there's no way in hell I wanted to cross that line with him. He's my family, and thankfully he understands. So, he has stuck to dating men. We've been friends since I was put into his second grade class. Believe it or not, we have the same taste in men.

Jacob Black was a force to be reckoned with, and I love him like he's my brother. He does like to tease me about being a homebody. He likes to broaden his horizons, as he says, so that's why he was in Venezuela right now broadening his horizons, so to speak.

As far as jobs. I've been at the same medical practice a little over a year. It's owned and ran by a husband, wife, and their only son. The Cullens weren't like any other doctors I've encountered while I trained. They had their own special kind of practice. Emmett, for instance, is a Pediatrician and his parents are Primary Care Physicians. They used to be big time surgeons before they decided to drop it down a notch or two. I'm pretty sure Carlisle used to be a heart surgeon, and Esme was in Neurology.

I've never asked them why they stepped down because it's none of my business. As long as they treated me and their patients fairly, then I was definitely satisfied with being their employee. They're the best bosses anyone could asked for.

I was on my lunch break and decided to walk over to Whitlock's Delicatessen to grab a sandwich. I would recommend their food to anyone because it's all delicious. If you're starving, get a stacked. It's worth the walk in the middle of summer in Phoenix.

"Hi, Miss Bella. You want your usual?" Mr. Whitlock has worked at the deli since before I started working at Cullen Physicians. His wife, Alice, is the one who slaves over the hot oven all day to make sure all the meat is perfectly cooked.

I gave him a huge smile. "Yes. Thank you, Mr. Whitlock." I reached up to take a few napkins before I took a table off to the side. I decided to stay in out of the heat to eat. The temp was a little on the high side today.

Mr. Whitlock chuckled at me. "One of these days, you'll call me Jasper."

"Maybe." I took my seat at the table closest to the counter.

Before too long, Mr. Whitlock brought my food to me. "Say, uh, you have yourself a boyfriend?"

My brows rose. "Nope, can't say that I do. No fools in my life."

"Well, my nephew..."

He was cut off by his wife. "Jazz, you need to stop trying to date the customers." She peered around Jaspers lanky form. "Sorry, Miss Bella. He tries to pick up on every pretty girl that comes in here."

"That's okay. If he wasn't already married, I might've taken him up on his offer months ago."

Jasper looked offended. "I was only gonna tell her about Eddie."

"Honey, you've been trying to pawn Rosie off on the Cullens boy and now you're trying to be match maker to Edward."

Jasper appeared defeated. "Rose definitely needs her a man, and the Cullen boy is perfect for her."

Rosalie Diana Whitlock was the biggest surprise ever to Jasper and Alice. They had tried for many years to have children and when Alice turned 44, she thought she was starting to go through the change of life, as she calls it, but it turned out that she was pregnant.

I had learned all about them over the last year and I love every story they tell me. They're the nicest people you'll ever meet.

Alice rolled her eyes. "You pay no mind to my husband. He doesn't have a matchmaking bone in his body."

They started walking off as Jasper tried to defend himself. "You remember Garrett and Charlotte? I introduced them."

"That's been thirty years ago."

I ate my lunch in silence then headed back to the office where we had a lobby full of people, and some were mine to see.

"Mr. Milan, why did you wait so long to come in? This is severely infected. Dr. Cullen's gonna have to come in here and cut this out."

Mr. Stanley Milan, a regular patient of ours, had cut his hand on the side about a quarter of an inch from his pinky finger. He'd been doing yard work and dug up an old, rusty piece of barbed wire left over from when his property used to be nothing by Orange Groves.

"Shirley was taking care of it just fine until that ooze started coming out."

I pulled my gloves on so I could get a closer look. "Mr. Milan, this needs to be lanced or you could get gangrene; you could lose half your hand, if not, all of it."

"You think you could get that Esme to come in here to help me? She's really nice to look at."

Mr. Milan was in his mid-seventies and could flirt with the best of them. Him and Jasper would get along really great.

"Carlisle has to be the one. Esme's out of the office today."

He went to move off the table. "Then I'll come back when she's here."

"Oh, no you don't. Sit right back down. You can't let that get any worse. That could cause you to go septic." He gave me a grumpy look.

I started to pull stuff out to set up the things Dr. Cullen would need to lance Mr. Milans infection. Then I dropped a roll of gauze. "Oh, hell."

"You kiss your momma with that mouth?" I knew that was a rhetorical question.

I turned to look at him. "As a matter of fact, my momma would probably say a lot worse."

"You're a feisty little one, aren't you?"

"You don't know the half of it." I walked to the door to exit. "Stay put. If you move, I'll have Emmett come in here and sit on you."

"Fine," he said and slouched. "I don't think anyone would want that boy to sit on them."

I laughed and left the room to find Carlisle.

Once I found him, we made our way back to the room where Mr. Milan was waiting. "At least he listened this time."

"I think Shirley has a different opinion on that." Carlisle pulled the tray over and placed it in front of Mr. Milan. "I guess you can fix my hand. Shirley hasn't put out to me lately and I need my hand to yank on my vine and berries."

I couldn't help the laughter that escaped me. "How dare her. Doesn't she know a man has needs?"

"Bella, don't encourage him." Carlisle finished with numbing the area he was about to cut. He cleaned the wound until the meds took effect. It took a couple of minutes before he reached for a blade to start the procedure. "Okay, Stan, you need to hold still."

Carlisle pressed on the wound once then twice before using his blade to open the wound more. He flushed it out with betadine before he stitched it up. "When we're all done here, Bella's going to prescribe you an antibiotic and you can take some ibuprofen for any discomfort."

We were done 15 minutes later. "Take all of the antibiotics, Stan. This was on the verge of being severely infected. You call us if it seems like it's getting worse."

"Can you prescribe me Bella? I'd like to trade Shirley for her; she's very easy on the eyes."

"If Shirley heard you say that, she'd cut your hand off herself then you'll have to use your other had to pull your vine and berries."

Carlisle laughed. "No trading my employee's for anything." He patted Mr. Milans back. "You take care."

Since everything was done electronically these days, I hit enter on Mr. Milans prescription and bid him farewell.

As I sat at my desk and wrote out my reports for the day, I received a text from my good friend Tanya. She wanted me to go to a frat party on Saturday. That was two days away, and I hadn't been out in a while, so I told her to count me in.

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