Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Picking up the Pieces Update

Picking Up The Pieces Chapter 23 on FicPad

Picking Up The Pieces Chapter 23 on FFn

Picking Up The Pieces Chapter 23 on Stars

Picking Up The Pieces Chapter 23 on AO3

Picking Up The Pieces Chapter 23 on Wattpad

“Bella, you look miserable,” Mom grumbled as I stood on the pedestal in the bridal salon. My dress was on and we were getting it fitted to my body. The dress was beautiful. I loved it, but my mind was troubled. This wedding seemed almost bittersweet. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know if Esme is going to make it to the wedding, Mom,” I whispered. “She’s weak and barely able to get out of bed, or stand, or move out of her wheelchair. She’s …”

“I’m well aware of how she’s doing,” Mom murmured, her own eyes swirling with pain and sadness. “I’ve given Carlisle some respite when it becomes overwhelming for him. Carlisle’s struggling with her illness, to be honest. You probably can understand what he’s going through more than anyone. Anyway, Charlie and I have both done this. Esme has her good days and bad days. Mainly bad days as of late.”

“You know more of her condition,” I said, narrowing my eyes at her in the mirror, putting my hands on my hips “Will she make it to the wedding?”

“I believe so, but she’s … her cancer has spread,” Mom said, getting up and taking my hands and turning me on the pedestal. I saw the same look in her eyes when I found out about Jake’s prognosis. “You look so beautiful, Bella. Ethereal, vibrant, happy … I don’t want to take away from that.” She hugged me.

“Mom, please?” I whispered against her curled hair, clinging to her. “I have to know.”

“After we finish the fitting for your dress,” she said, caressing my cheek. “I’m going to look for a veil and comb.”

“No veil,” I said, shaking my head. “Comb or a head piece, yes, but no veil. I’ve got enough tulle on my dress and this is my second wedding.” Mom chuckled, nodding as she darted out of the room and the seamstress came back in with pins. She quickly adjusted the bodice of my dress, tightening the waist and pinning the straps, which were falling off my shoulders. The seamstress said a few things, saying that the dress would be ready to go in a week. Mom came back with a comb. I twisted my hair into a messy bun, putting the comb into my curls. Mom snapped a few photos with her cell phone. “Good?”

“Bella, you’re stunning. Edward and Jake are both very lucky men,” Mom smiled, showing me the photos. “Do you mind if I send these to Esme?”

“Alice and Rosalie, too,” I said. “Are we okay?” I asked the seamstress.

“Be careful of the pins,” she chuckled. “Come, I’ll help you out of your dress. You’re an exquisite bride.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, but it didn’t reach my eyes. Closing the door, I took off my dress with the seamstress’s assistance and put on my street clothes. When I was changed, Mom was waiting for me, holding a bag from the bridal salon. “The comb?”

“Esme sent a text back, saying for me to buy it for you, but she’d pay for it,” Mom said, looping her arm through mine. “Come on. Let’s go get some lunch. Edward and Charlie are torturing your children with a little frozen fishing.”

“Grace must love that,” I snorted.

“She’s hating every minute of it. She was begging Edward to get you pregnant with a baby girl. She hates being the only girl in the family,” Mom snickered.

“Tia is a girl, the last time I checked,” I said, looking at the menu and trying to figure out what to order, but not really hungry. To be honest, my stomach was unsettled.

“Who lives in Phoenix,” Mom said, arching a brow with a smirk on her face. “Are you going to have more babies with Edward?”

“We’ve discussed it, but I’m still on birth control, Mom,” I replied. “I had an IUD implanted just before Jake’s diagnosis. It’s still in there. I’m thinking that when I go in for my annual visit with my gynecologist next week, I’ll get it removed. It’ll take some time for my body to regulate itself, so I can get pregnant.”

“Have you used an IUD before?” Mom asked.

“No. Usually, I was on the shot, but with the possibility of a new job and how heavy and unpredictable my periods were, I figured the IUD would be the best option,” I answered. “It’s been a godsend, to be honest. But enough about your future grandbabies. Talk to me about Esme. Please? Does at least Edward know how bad off she is?”


“I’m not entirely sure,” Mom answered, sipping her water. “But, I think you should know.” The server came, and we ordered a light meal of salads and soups. When the server dropped off some bread along with our drinks, she sighed heavily. “The cancer has spread to her bones, her lungs and there’s a lesion on her brain.”


Thank you to Rita for these beautiful manips of Bella in her wedding dress! 

Bella's Bouquet

Esme's Bouquet


Monday, May 21, 2018

A Modern Day Fairy Tale Teaser


“Girl, a limo with champagne and a private session with a buyer at Bergdorf’s? Your man is loaded,” Angela cackled, drinking her second glass of bubbly. “And this actually champagne. FROM FRANCE! See?” She held up the bottle, her eyes wide behind her chic glasses.

“You’re cut off,” I deadpanned, taking her glass, finishing it myself and putting the flute into the holder in the rear of the limo. She pouted. “Angela, Masen is doing this for me and I don’t want to come off as being white trash. Even though, according to my lovely sister, that’s what I am.”

“Fucking bitch. You are not!” Angela sneered, crossing her arms angrily. “You are the epitome of grace and goodness. Alice is the trashy one. I bet she lost her virginity in the back of van on prom night, with her skirt hitched up around her waist.”

“That was you, Ang,” I giggled.

“Oh, yeah,” she smirked. “But, I wouldn’t put it past her. That girl is a walking-talking STD.” Crossing her legs, Angela looked at me expectantly. “Speaking of sex … did you have any with smexy, foreign man? He’s sex on a stick with all that hair … I could just imagine it between my legs.”

“Angela!” I hissed. “Seriously?”

“I saw him leave the bakery a few days ago. I only saw his ass and his hair. Yummy,” Angela nodded, holding up a fist. “Don’t leave a girl hanging …” I rolled my eyes, bumping my fist with hers. “Now, back to this dress thing. What color are you looking for? Something bright and bold or classic and refined?”

“I’m thinking classic and refined, with a pinch of sexy,” I shrugged. “Not TOO sexy, but enough to leave him wanting more.”

“That’s my girl,” Angela beamed. “So, tell me about your date? Did you get some action?”

“You’re like a guy, Angela,” I snickered as we pulled up to Bergdorf’s. I blinked up and gulped. “I never thought I’d be able to shop here.” We got out and were greeted by the manager, leading us to the top floor with the couture gowns. “I came here once with Mom, just before she discovered she was pregnant with Alice. She had a gift certificate from a friend. We talked about what we’d buy, but all we could afford was a new scarf and it wasn’t even the whole thing. Mom had to pay for part of it with cash.”

“I bet Renee had fun with it, though,” Angela said, threading her arm through mine.

“Oh, totally. We got dressed up in our best clothes, acting like we were all posh. But, we weren’t. We’re from Brooklyn,” I snickered. “It was a nice fantasy for the day, but this isn’t me.”

“Bells, you deserve the fantasy … more than that, you deserve the happily ever after! I know that you had a great life lined up in Greenwich,” Angela said. I looked over at her, unsure as to how she found that out. I hadn’t told her about my job or anything prior to my return to New York. “Your dad spilled the beans. He was heartbroken that you had to give up your dream to come back here after getting his diagnosis. He’s hopeful that you’ll still be able to teach.”

“My certificate has lapsed. I’d have to take more classes in order to become a certified teacher, which means more money. Money that I do not have,” I said as we stepped off the elevator and onto the shimmering level high-end fashion. “Holy crap. This is … unreal.”

“This is how the other half lives,” Angela said. She walked over to a dress, looking at the price tag. “Fuck, this isn’t a dress. It’s a studio apartment in Alphabet City.” I turned on my heel, wanting to head back to Brooklyn. This was too much. “Oh, no, you don’t! Live a little, Bells.”