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Last Tango in Forks by AwesomeSauce76

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5918985/1/Last_Tango_in_Forks

Bella Swan has spent a lifetime putting everyone else's needs before her own. Could a chance

encounter with a mysterious stranger begin to change all of that? AU/AH

Chapter 1: Skin

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.

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