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Last Tango in Forks by AwesomeSauce76

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Do I know you from somewhere?

Why do you leave me wanting more?

Why do all the things I say

Sound like the stupid things I've said before?

Put your hand on my skin.

"Skin" ~ Madonna

"No Dad, I really don't feel like fish again tonight. Why don't you clean it and

throw it in the freezer? I'll cook it this weekend."

The pretty brunette rolled her eyes, growing tired of having the same

conversation at least once a week. She tapped her pen impatiently on her desk,

glancing furtively around her work station as she listened to the voice on the

other end. She hated drawing attention to herself, and getting caught arguing

about dinner with her father while at work always embarrassed her. Just then a

loud beep sounded, and she was happy to see that the front desk was paging

her.

"Hold on a sec, Dad... other line." She left him rambling on about the shelf life of

Rainbow Trout and quickly switched lines, hoping for an excuse to get off the

phone. "Yes?"

"You have a chart up, Bella," a female voice replied with a short, clipped tone.

"Thanks, Jess. I'll be right there."

"Don't be too long, you know how much Victoria hates for this family to wait." A

click signaled that the receptionist had already hung up, leaving Bella to frown at

the phone.

That's why I said I'd be right there, bitch.

Remembering that her father was still holding, she sighed loudly before pressing

the flashing button. "Listen, Charlie, I need to go. I've got a patient. I'm going to

the gym after work, so I'll figure out something else to make when I get home. I

should be there no later than six." She set the receiver back in its cradle before

he could interrupt her again. Bella loved her father very much, but there were

times when he worked her last nerve.

She made her way quickly from the nurses station to the front office, wondering

who had gotten Jessica's panties in a twist. There was only a small group of

families in town that Dr. Wylde ever cared about waiting too long, so Bella could

never resist trying to guess who it was whenever another one came in. Was it the

Judge's wife? The Mayor's sister?

God, I hope not. Every time she's here I have to listen to a whole new round of

excuses for why she needs another STD test and free samples of Plan B.

When she reached the different racks where the charts were stacked in order of

doctor and appointment time, the bright red sticker on the corner of the chart

jumped out at her. It didn't actually have anything printed on it, just a blank red

sticker, but it was the unmistakable code in the office for VIP.

Needing two hands to lift the thick chart, Bella flipped it open to reveal whose ass

she was supposed to start kissing. Pucker up, baby. It's time to bow down to...

Rosalie Cullen. Oh... no wonder!

Rosalie Cullen was something of a local celebrity, even if the trashy romance

paperbacks that she wrote made the elderly people in town shake their heads in

disapproval. She was still trying to get her name out there, but she had already

sold enough to make a living from it. Bella had bought all four of them as soon as

they'd hit the bookstore and devoured them immediately upon arriving home.

The girl wrote excellent smut.

However, that's not what put that little red sticker on her chart. Rosalie had

achieved red sticker status over twelve years ago on the day she married Carlisle

Cullen's son. Carlisle Cullen was the Head of Cardiology at Forks Community

Hospital, and Dr. Victoria Wylde never missed an opportunity to brown nose.

Bella propped open the door to the waiting room with her hip, searching with her

eyes until they landed on a strikingly beautiful blonde woman who was talking

quietly with her head bent towards someone seated next to her. "Rosalie?" The

woman in question stopped and looked up, smiling brightly. She stood eagerly,

motioning for the tiny woman beside her to follow.

"That was fast!" she exclaimed once the door closed behind them. "How have you

been, Bella?"

"Oh, you know... same old, same old." It never failed to amaze her that someone

as well-known as Rosalie Cullen actually bothered to remember her name. Since

talking about herself always made her feel awkward, Bella quickly deflected the

attention back to the patient. "C'mon, let's get you weighed."

"Ugh, do we have to?" Rosalie pretended to pout as she kicked off her shoes and

stood on the large scale. As Bella watched the digital readout and noted the result

in her chart, the small woman who had been all but forgotten behind them finally

spoke up.

"Jeez, Rose, why don't you take off all your clothes? I'm sure you could deduct at

least a pound or two for that sweater alone." Her snarky comment was followed

by a playful giggle.

"Hey, shut it! I need all the help I can get right now." She turned back to her

favorite nurse and made a grave face. "OK Bella, what's the damage?"

Easily falling into Rosalie's dry sense of humor, Bella frowned. "Two pounds since

last month's visit. If you keep this up we'll need to get a bigger scale."

"I know." Rosalie tried to hold her dour expression, but she couldn't keep the

radiant smile from breaking out across her face. "Isn't it glorious?"

Bella smiled back, ushering the two women into an exam room. While she

checked Rosalie's temperature with a digital thermometer in her ear, the tiny

woman sitting off to the side cleared her throat loudly.

"I'm sorry, Bella," Rosalie said, finally taking the hint. "This is Alice, my

husband's sister. She was kind enough to keep me company today since Emmett

is out of town until tomorrow."

"I thought football season was over, like, two weeks ago?" While Bella was

uncomfortable talking about herself, she was actually quite good at getting others

to open up. Besides, Rosalie loved to talk, especially about her husband.

"It was, but the team needs to stay in shape during the off season, not to

mention the other clients he takes on during the rest of the year. He's stuck in

California right now looking at a torn Rotator Cuff."

Emmett Cullen was a Physical Therapist for the Seattle Seahawks. When a knee

injury had permanently benched him before his freshman year of college was

over, he combined his love of sports and a familial inclination for medicine to find

the best of both worlds. He and Rosalie had been college sweethearts, and they

had gotten married about thirty seconds after graduation. After moving around

the country for a few years, he was thrilled when he had finally been able to land

the position he'd wanted more than anything, always hoping to stay close to his

home town. They lived in Seattle year-round now, but happily made the three

hour drive home to Forks as often as possible.

Bella turned her attention to the newcomer with the spiky black hair while she

checked Rosalie's blood pressure. "So, Alice, I don't remember seeing you in here

before. You aren't a patient of Dr. Wylde's? I thought all of the Cullen women

came here." The town of Forks, Washington was small, and Bella worked at the

largest private OB/GYN around. They had also recently added a young

Pediatrician to the staff, which nearly doubled their clientele. It didn't hurt that

Dr. James Dubois was extremely easy on the eyes; the rate of mysteriously sick

toddlers had skyrocketed over the last few months.

"No, just my mom and Rosalie here. I don't get back to town as often as she

does, so I have a doctor in Seattle." Alice's husband Jasper owned his own

construction company in the city, and Alice was becoming quite sought after

herself as a freelance interior designer.

"Really, Alice, you only go for your annual exam. There's no reason you can't

make it here once a year." Rosalie looked back to Bella. "I've been trying to get

her to switch. Dr. Wylde is worth the trip."

"Well, I'm sure she'd love to hear that," Bella smiled. She sat down at the small

table and made a few more notes in Rosalie's chart. "OK, how have you been

feeling?"

"Great! Really great. Better than I thought I'd be."

"No more morning sickness?

"No, not for weeks now."

"Are you having any trouble with your Lovenox injections?" Bella scribbled on the

sheet as she spoke, never looking up from the paper.

"No, that's old hat now. There's still some bruising once in a while, but I'm

getting the hang of it."

"How many weeks is it now?"

"Fourteen," Rosalie replied, before adding quietly, "I've never made it past ten

before." Bella looked up in time to see her wipe a small tear from the corner of

her eye. "I'm scared. I've been holding my breath for so long now. I'm afraid to

relax and make any plans."

Bella couldn't stop herself from leaning forward and covering Rose's hand with

her own. "I don't blame you for worrying, but fourteen weeks is a very good sign.

And this is the first time we've tried the injections. They are supposed to greatly

increase the possibility of a full term pregnancy for women with your condition."

"It's just so damn frustrating!" She was crying freely now. "It's so hard to keep

from getting bitter whenever I see so many women having an easy time of it.

Don't even get me started on that fucking show 16 and Pregnant!" Bella handed

her a tissue and she wiped her eyes. "I can't ever just be happy about it. Every

time I conceive I have to wonder how long it will be before my body decides to

starve it off."

Bella wrapped her arms around her and hugged her tightly. "I'd tell you to just be

positive, but I think if someone told me that I'd slap them." Rosalie laughed

through another sob before pulling away and composing herself.

"Thank you. I hate hearing that, too." She wiped her eyes again. "I'm sorry,

Bella. My damn hormones are all over the place, lately. I cry at the drop of a

hat."

"Hey, I'm around pregnant women all day. It's an occupational hazard."

"It doesn't help that we have the added stress of a funeral this week," Alice said.

"That's why I'm back home for a few days. It was a tragic loss, and everyone in

our family is a bit shaken up right now."

"Oh no, I'm so sorry," Bella offered, hoping that she sounded sincere, because

people rarely did when they said that. She wondered who had died, but felt it

would be prying if she asked.

"I was actually eager to join Rose today when she asked me. We both needed a

few hours away from the madness that our house is becoming." She looked at

Bella and smirked. "How pathetic is it when a trip to the Gyno sounds like a

vacation?"

"Hey! This is not just some run of the mill pap smear!" Rosalie feigned offense.

"This is a baby check up!"

"Yes, dear." They both broke out laughing before Alice turned back to Bella and

explained. "I promised her I'd play Emmett's stand in today. That is totally how

he would blow her off."

Bella was happy to see that the mood had lightened again, even if only for a little

while. Walking towards the door, she smiled back at the two women. "Alright, I'm

all done here, so Dr. Wylde should be in to see you shortly."

"Take care, Bella," Rosalie called after her as she left the room.

While she was putting the chart in the slot on the front of the door, she heard

Alice's voice again. "OK, you were right. She's amazing. Damn, now I guess I

have to switch doctors."

"Pay up," she heard Rosalie mumble. Bella smiled to herself as she walked back

to the nurses station, wondering what it might have been like to have a sister.

"Hey, Bella?" a familiar voice cut through her musings. She looked up to see the

friendly face of Angela Webber staring back at her. "Would you be able to give

me a hand with my next patient? I have to give him a booster shot and the little

shit's a kicker."

"Sure, but aren't his parents here to help?"

Angela rolled her eyes. "Sure they are. But it's Mike and Lauren Newton. You do

the math." Bella didn't know them personally, but Angela had filled her in on the

local gossip over the years. Mike Newton's parents owned the only decent

sporting goods store in town, and he had recently taken it over. From what she

had heard, he had grown up as a spoiled brat, gone on to marry another spoiled

brat, and was successfully raising a brand new one.

"Didn't you say that Jessica used to date him in high school?"

"God, yes. She always acted like he wasn't good enough for her, but ever since

he got the store she's been moping around here like he's the one that got away."

"No wonder she's been such a bitch today," Bella grumbled under her breath.

"I know, right?" Angela chuckled as they made their way to the other side of the

office where the children were seen.

"If Asshole, Jr. is such a kicker, why don't you leave him for James? The kids love

him." Dr. Dubois had made it clear on his first day there that he didn't expect

them to call him doctor. He had told the nurses that they were all the same in the

trenches, and their job was just as important as his. Bella had correctly assumed

that it was simply a ploy to get in the pants of as many employees as possible,

and from the rumors floating around he had been fairly successful.

"Believe me, I'd love to, but James and Dr. Wylde are off having another long

lunch." She actually made the air quotes as she said the words.

"What?" Bella gasped.

"You didn't know James and her were fucking?"

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