“Alright, Hells Bells,” Rose said. “You’ve graduated from physical therapy and you’re free to start working out again. Your leg is all good to go.”
“Thank goodness I didn’t need surgery,” Bella grumbled, pulling on her sneakers. “I hate relying on people to help me out.”
“That’s because you’re too stubborn accept any help, bitch,” Rose laughed, tossing a clean towel at her friend as she laid her hand on her barely-there bump. “Though, you accepted Edward Masen’s help. What’s going on there?”
“We’re rebuilding our friendship. I’m trying to prove to him that I’m not a flake like my mom,” Bella frowned, shrugging her shoulders dejectedly. I’m also trying to prove it to myself that I’m capable of letting down my walls.
“You’re not a flake. You were hurt by that douche-canoe, Jacob. And, don’t get me started on that bitch … your incubator,” Rose argued with her lips pressed into a thin line. “Speaking of which, I heard some rumors about Jake, the snake. There may be trouble in paradise with his partnership with the Volturi.”
“I don’t want to hear it, Rosalie,” Bella said, hopping off the table in the gym of Bull Dog. “He’s no longer my concern. Now, I’m going to make sure that Emmett, Peter, and Wilson have their paperwork for the fight this weekend in Portland.”
“Is Edward fighting?” Rose asked.
“He’s still not up to his fighting weight,” Bella replied. “He’s got about ten pounds to go. My dad wants him to be at that weight solidly for a month before he’s entered into a fight.” She hugged her friend. “Thanks for your help, Rose. I’m going to get the paperwork done and finalize travel plans for the team.”
“Who’s going to train with Masen if your dad is going with Emmett and the boys?” Rose asked, waggling her brows.
“We’ll see,” Bella snorted, rolling her eyes. “Go check out your brother-in-law. Jasper looks like he took a shot to the face.”
“Oh, hell,” Rose grumbled. “What did you do, Jas?”
“Your husband used my face as a punching bag. That’s what I did,” Jasper replied, his voice sounding stuffy.
“Emmett McCarty Cullen, you outweigh Jasper by over seventy pounds. What the hell were you thinking?” Rose yelled at her husband, who was now in the ring with Peter.
“I can’t help that Jasper’s face got in the way of my fist?” Emmett snickered.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Rose moaned, rolling her eyes while she dragged Jasper into a treatment room.
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