A/N This story is a companion to Happily Never After. It takes place over several upcoming chapters, so you'll have something to look forward to! I donated this to the Fandoms for Australian Fires fundraiser compilation. The compilation raised over $3000 for various relief organizations and I'm so happy I got to be a part of it! My friend Natalie was my pre-reader, monica03 beta'd this piece, and MarieCarro Vanadessë made the stunning banner!

Paws and Effect

A Companion to Happily Never After

Hey Em, just landed, on my way to baggage claim. I shoot off a quick text.

Moments later, I receive a response.

Cool, I'll swing the car around. See you in a bit.

After the customary one-armed, manly hug, Emmett loads my suitcase in the trunk of his car, and we get on the road. It has been a while since either of us was able to visit, so I'm glad to be in Seattle for the weekend to help him in the preparations for his upcoming wedding.

"Good flight?" he asks, to which I shrug.

"Pretty uneventful. I got to catch up on some reading though."

"Anything good?"

"Just some research that might be helpful with one of my patients back in Chicago."

We fill the rest of the drive catching up from when we last spoke, sharing a few anecdotes, and Emmett updating me on the wedding planning.

"It's pretty low-key, and everything you're needed for should get sorted this weekend," he explains. "Well, except for the bachelor's party, but I trust you to get that sorted."

"I'm sure I'll manage."

"Your girlfriend… what's her name… Tanya, didn't want to come this weekend?" he then asks.

I mentally cringe at his question, though I knew to expect it. Tanya and I have been dating casually, as far as I'm concerned, for a few months now. We're exclusive, but I'm not sure it'll turn into something serious. I haven't been able to make up my mind either way. It's also part of the reason why she didn't join me this weekend. Not wanting to burden Emmett with all that, I give him the other reason for her absence.

"She already had some stuff going on."

As in, a spa weekend with her friends.

"Fair enough," comes his easy reply. "Alright, so we'll go by Rosie's place first so you can drop off your stuff. Then we can grab a bite to eat."

"Sounds like a plan."

~o.O.o.~

Emmett's fiancée Rosalie shares an apartment with her friend Bella, who's the maid of honor. I really like Rosalie. She's gorgeous in a Marilyn Monroe meets Jessica Rabbit kind of way, but she has a no-nonsense attitude and keeps my boisterous cousin on his toes. I've met her a few times over the years and can understand why he put a ring on it.

I haven't met Bella yet, though. She was always preoccupied or out of town during my previous visits. From what Emmett told me she's a nice girl. She must be, since she's willing to put up with me for the weekend.

Emmett lets himself into the apartment, calling out to Rosalie to announce our arrival. I barely have time to put down my suitcase before a little ball of fluff crashes into my leg, then jumps up at Emmett, barking excitedly.

"Dusty, my man!" Emmett exclaims, scooping the tiny dog up in his large hand. "Who's being a good guard dog? Yes, you are," he continues in a silly voice. He then turns the puppy my way and offers formal introductions. "Edward, this is Bella's puppy, Dusty. Don't let his small size and cute face deceive you; he is the master of the house. Dusty, this is my cousin, Edward. He's a vet, but don't worry, he won't poke you. He's off duty."

Reaching out my hand to let Dusty get a sniff, I try to keep a serious face.

"Pleasure to meet you, Dusty."

The small dog, a Shih Tzu by the looks of it, eagerly sniffs and licks my fingers, then starts wriggling in Emmett's grasp. Assuming Dusty wants to be let down, Emmett sets him back on the floor, but he immediately jumps up against my leg, begging for my attention. Not one to deny an animal if I can help it, I squat down and pick up the puppy. He immediately reaches for my face, sniffing me again, then licking my chin before snuggling into my arms.

I follow Emmett further into the apartment, finding Rosalie in the living room.

"I see you've made a friend," she says by way of greeting, noting the puppy I'm still holding.

"He's adorable," I reply. "It's good to see you, Rose. Thanks for letting me stay here."

"Don't mention it," she brushes me off. "There's no point in letting you pay for a hotel room when it's just as easy for me to stay at Emmett's and let you crash here. You're already going out of your way to help us out; it's absolutely no problem."

"I'm happy to help you with your wedding, you know that, right?"

"Of course, we do," Emmett interjects. "Still, we're not above some hospitality. Anyway, where's Bella?" he asks.

"She's just getting changed real quick. I figured it'd be nice to join you guys for dinner," she says, looking between Emmett and me. "That way, Edward and Bella can meet before she's actually sharing her living space with him."

"I'm good with that. I've been looking forward to meeting the elusive Bella Swan," I reply willingly.

"Well, I hope to live up to your expectations, then," a warm voice behind me says.

I turn around and am temporarily rendered mute. Of course, I've seen pictures over the years, but they don't do the reality justice. Because Emmett and Rosalie have always described her as a sweetheart, girl next door type of girl, I'm ill-prepared for the understated beauty of the woman standing before me now. She's of average height with curves in all the right places. Her peaches-and-cream complexion and luscious warm brown hair are what most women would pay tons of money to achieve. The amused smirk on her face is what does me in, though. Suddenly, spending the weekend with a virtual stranger doesn't seem so daunting.

"I see you've met my baby," she comments.

That finally snaps me out of my stupor and I glance down at Dusty, who has perked up at Bella's voice. He wriggles in my grasp, so I set him down, and he scampers over to Bella. She picks him up and snuggles him for a moment, then busies herself setting out his kibble.

"Now you be a good boy," she tells him. "We'll be gone for a little bit, so you have to look after the house."

I smile at the way Dusty pays attention to what she's telling him. I always enjoy watching people interact with their pets, and I have a soft spot for dogs.

~o.O.o.~

We end up going to a Thai restaurant the girls frequent. The food is great, and the company even better. Emmett is on a roll, sharing stories about growing up together. Having been born not even two months apart, we were more like brothers than cousins. Bella appears genuinely interested in our teenage antics, laughing in all the right places and asking questions. I ask her about her work, since I had learned she owns a bookshop, and she excitedly tells me how she and her friend got started.

"We were able to hire someone part time last year, which comes in handy, since Angela will be taking maternity leave in a few months," she explains. "And I love being able to take Dusty with me. I'd hate having to leave him alone all day."

That leads to a conversation about animals in general, and pets in particular. I regret to admit that I don't currently have any pets, because my schedule doesn't allow it.

"I would like to get a dog eventually, probably a rescue," I say.

"Well, then I'm sure you'll enjoy Dusty this weekend," Bella replies. "He seems to have already taken a liking to you."

~o.O.o.~

The next day, Emmett picks me up to get our suits sorted. He's brought Rosalie's twin brother Jasper along as well, though he's not in the wedding party.

"I figured we could have a fun day together, grab some food later, just us guys," he explains.

Instead of tuxedos, Emmett has opted for three-piece suits, with the vests, bow ties, and pocket squares matching the bridesmaid's dress and apparently some details in Rosalie's accessories and bouquet. I'm surprised to find myself imagining that the midnight blue will look striking against Bella's pale skin and dark hair.

"So, Edward, are you bringing a date to the wedding?" Jasper asks.

"Yeah, well I have RSVP'd for two, but who knows."

"You're bringing Tanya, I thought," Emmett supplies from his position in front of the mirror.

"Probably" I shrug.

"Tanya is your girlfriend? You don't seem too excited to bring her," Jasper observes.

"I'm just not sure how serious things are, and bringing her to a wedding might send the wrong signal, you know?"

"Then wait a little while before deciding."

"Yeah, that's not gonna work. She'd be offended at being invited at the last minute. Plus, she overheard me talking to Emmett a while ago and assumed she'd be in the wedding party."

"Yikes."

"Tanya was not amused when I explained that she could come as my date, but wouldn't be a bridesmaid," I continue.

"Even when you explained it's a small wedding?" Emmett asks.

"Should he even have to explain that though?" Jasper interjects.

"That was my reasoning as well, but she didn't accept that, either. So, at this point I'm not even sure if bringing her is such a good idea, but I can't exactly uninvite her without being a dick."

"Damn, bro, that sucks," Emmett offers. "Do you think it would help if Rosalie invites her to the bachelorette party?"

"I don't want to burden her," I caution. "They don't really know each other that well. Wouldn't it be awkward?"

"I'll run it by Rose," he promises. "It's worth a try."

Over a late lunch, Emmett asks me to put together a photomontage to play during the reception. I'm glad to be given a task I can do from home, since some other duties are logistically difficult due to the distance. Picking up my suit will be an issue, but Emmett promises to do that for me.

"I'll send you a bunch of pics to choose from. And you can check with Bella for pics of Rose from before we met."

Jasper offers to check his pictures too, as well as helping me plan the bachelor party, which I readily accept. We exchange phone numbers and e-mail addresses. I'm a bit worried that Jasper might be bitter about not being best man, but he's quick to reassure me.

"For one, it's not my decision to make, and I respect Emmett's choice. For another, knowing about your relationship, I already expected him to ask you. I'm just happy to help."

We agree to chat later in the week to brainstorm ideas for the bachelor party.

~o.O.o.~

Sunday morning Bella surprises me with a home-cooked breakfast of fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, hash browns, and sliced fruits. The smells all mingle together to create a mouthwatering aroma. There's a pot of coffee percolating, adding to the delicious atmosphere.

"You didn't have to go to all this trouble," I say.

"You're a guest in my house, so I wanted to be a good host," she counters.

"Fair enough," I concede. "Thank you."

"I hope you don't mind the lack of bacon," she says. "I don't eat meat."

"No worries, neither do I," I reply, smiling.

I scoop a bit of everything onto my plate, while Bella pours us both coffee. We eat in companionable silence for a few minutes, until Dusty finishes his kibble and scampers over, begging for attention. I lift him onto my lap and scratch behind his ears while finishing my coffee.

"Did you have a good time with Emmett and Jasper yesterday?" Bella asks.

"I did. We got our suits sized and ordered, so that's another item off the list. And it was nice to get to know Jasper better. He offered to help me with some of the things I need to do, which is a great help, since I'm in Chicago."

I proceed to tell her about Emmett's request of a photomontage, and she offers to go through her pictures of Rosalie to provide me with some suitable ones.

"If you want, I can look over the montage as well, see if it covers everything while being appropriate," she offers.

"Great. It's always good to get a second look with these kinds of things."

Grabbing her purse, she pulls out a business card and writes something on the back before handing it to me.

"That's my personal number on the back, but the e-mail on the front is the one I use most."

I program the info into my phone and send her a quick text so she has my number. All the while, Dusty is happily dozing on my lap.

"You're so good with him," Bella observes.

"It comes with the territory," I reply, shrugging.

Sensing that we're talking about him, Dusty sits up and starts licking my hand. We make small talk about potty training and his puppy shots – he's well on schedule with both – and I share a few anecdotes about patients and their owners with her. She's in stitches when I tell her about the client who wanted to show off his puppy's obedience, only for the Great Dane pup to take off across the parking lot.

"That is hilarious! The dog didn't get hurt though, did he?"

"No, we were able to lure him back inside with treats."

"I wouldn't dream of taking Dusty off his leash near a road. He's only let off in the dog park, this floor, and my bookshop."

"That's smart," I agree. "Plus, he's already pretty trained in where he can go. Vigilance is always important, but I don't think you'll have to worry too much."

Just then, my phone pings with a message from Emmett.

Pick-up reminder! I'll be there in about 30. Don't want you to miss your flight.

Noting the time and how quickly it has passed while I was talking to Bella, I excuse myself to shower, get dressed, and finish packing.

~o.O.o.~

As it turns out, they delayed my flight, so I get home much later than expected. I'm glad I don't have any surgeries scheduled in the morning, but am still looking forward to my bed, so I can be as well-rested as can be. I love being hands-on with my patients and prefer to do as much of the treatments myself, with technicians assisting, and this requires my full attention.

Imagine my surprise when I arrive home to find my front door unlocked. Quietly, I open the door, leaving my luggage outside, and carefully make my way into my apartment.

Sitting on my couch, dressed in what I'm sure is very expensive lingerie, and looking bored as hell, is Tanya. When I release the breath I'd been holding, she notices my presence and jumps up from the couch. Sauntering over to me, she makes sure to put the body she spends so much time and money to perfect on display.

"Tanya, what are you doing here?" I ask, unable to hide my exasperation.

An odd expression covers her face, and it takes me a moment to realize she's trying to frown. She must have gotten Botox this weekend.

"What do you mean, Eddie? You've been gone all weekend. I missed you. Why wouldn't I want to welcome you home? Plus, you're late."

Not wanting to set off a tantrum, I give her a quick peck on the cheek, and carefully word my response.

"I've had a very busy weekend and a long, delayed flight. I'm beat, Tanya, and have to get up early for work tomorrow."

"But I haven't seen you in almost a week," she pouts.

"You were welcome to come with me to Seattle," I point out, to which she rolls her eyes.

"I'm not even in the wedding, so what would I have done all weekend?"

"I don't know, maybe get to know my cousin and his fiancée a little better?" I snap, then sigh. "Look, Tanya, can we not do this now? I'm really tired and would like to get some sleep. Alone," I add, when I catch her turning towards my bedroom. "We can talk about this later."

With a huff, she gathers her clothes, wraps herself in her trench coat, and stomps out the door, no doubt about to text her friends about my mistreatment. I take my luggage inside and pull the door closed behind me, a bit harder than I intended, because it slams rather loudly. After locking the door, I decide on a quick shower to wash off the day of travelling before bed. While the water is heating up, I text Emmett to let him know I'm home. His reply is waiting when I exit the shower, but I'm unsurprised when I don't hear from Tanya.

~o.O.o.~

I immerse myself in my patients over the next few days, intending to consider the photo montage and bachelor party over the weekend. There is no word from Tanya, and I don't text or call her either, knowing from experience it's best to let her cool off. On Wednesday, she waltzes into the clinic as I'm finishing up with a patient at the front desk.

"Hi, baby," she gushes, and practically jumps into my arms.

"Hey, Tan," I reply, setting her back on her feet and taking a step back.

I don't mind the occasional PDA, but at work I'd like to keep things professional.

"I thought we could go to lunch," she announces.

"Let me check my schedule," I say, but before I can turn to the receptionist, her father – my boss – makes his presence known.

"Go ahead and take my princess to lunch, Edward. I'm sure any patients can be seen by the other vets."

I make a concerted effort to school my features into a neutral expression, and turn to grab my jacket from my locker.

Of course, Tanya wants to go to some ridiculously overpriced restaurant, where she orders a $30 chicken Caesar salad, then has them take out anything with carbs or calories. She frowns at my tofu burger with sweet potato fries, pointing out how fattening every item is. I wisely decide to avoid that particular discussion, as there really is no point. She prattles on about her spa weekend and some gossip about her frenemies, while I do my best to feign interest.

"So, Eddie, I know last Sunday was a silly argument, and I'm sorry for leaving like that," she eventually says.

"Thank you," I reply to her half-assed apology, knowing it's probably the best I'll get. "You know I like spending time with you," I continue, the words feeling off somehow. "But you can't just show up unannounced. I might not be home or available."

"But I'm your girlfriend," she argues. "That should matter."

Ignoring her girlfriend comment, I explain, "And my patients matter to me, too. You knew this when we started dating. I work long hours to take care of my patients. They're important to me."

Tanya opens her mouth to reply, but relents, and promises not to show up out of the blue at my apartment again. I have half a mind to ask for my key back just in case, but don't want to risk another high-strung discussion, so I leave it for now. We do set up a date for dinner and drinks for Saturday. After lunch, I drop her off at her car in the clinic's parking lot. When I go inside to resume work, I don't miss the look of smug satisfaction on my boss' face.

~o.O.o.~

On Saturday morning, I go to the gym for a much-needed workout. When I get home, I have e-mails from both Jasper and Bella, containing pictures for the montage, and in Jasper's case also some info and ideas about the bachelor party. I text them both to confirm receipt, then dig out my old photo albums to add to the collection. I'm scanning old photos and selecting digital ones from my hard drive, when my phone chimes with a new text.

Glad you got them. Let me know if you need any help. Bella

Dusty says hi, by the way.

Attached is a picture of the little Shih Tzu, looking like he's smiling at the camera.

Aww, there's my buddy! How are you guys doing?

We chat for a while about Dusty's antics, with Bella sharing some pictures and videos. I tell her about the ferret that came in earlier in the week with a strange lump on his abdomen. It turned out to be a very full bladder, which he proceeded to empty into the exam room sink, leaving its owner embarrassed but relieved.

So the ferret had been holding it for a really long time then?

Looks like it. I even did an ultrasound to see what it could be and was about to suggest a biopsy.

Oh no!

Yeah, glad that wasn't needed. I didn't charge the lady for the ultrasound, just the consult.

That's kind of you.

I find I really enjoy talking to Bella about these things, as it feels effortless, and share a few more anecdotes. The conversation then unsurprisingly turns to the upcoming wedding, with Bella giving me an update on the preparations.

I'm putting the finishing touches on organizing Rosalie's hen night. She asked me to invite Tanya as well. Could you give me her number so I can reach out?

I'm momentarily confused by her use of the word 'hen night' to indicate bachelorette party, but then I remember her telling me she did a semester in the UK during college.

Sure. I'll let her know to expect your call. It's nice of you and Rosalie to invite her.

Well, Tanya's coming to the wedding as your date and she doesn't know anyone, so Rose and I thought this would be a good opportunity for her to meet people and feel more involved.

While I'm glad everyone's making an effort to help make Tanya feel welcome, I hate that it's even necessary. I don't bother Bella with those thoughts, though. Instead, I quickly change the subject.

How are things at the bookshop?

Good. We're giving Jessica some additional tasks and extra hours in preparation for Angela's upcoming maternity leave. Angela also insisted on teaching Jessica how to make and decorate her cupcakes in her absence.

I don't think I had the pleasure of trying one of those last week...

I'll make sure you get one next time. What flavor do you prefer?

Surprise me.

Somehow that exchange feels more flirtatious than we both probably intended, and there's a noticeable silence for a few minutes.

Got any plans this weekend?

Dinner and drinks with Tanya tonight. Bachelor party and photo montage tomorrow.

Sounds like fun. Going someplace nice?

I think so, but I don't know if she'll like it.

How come?

She's used to really upscale and trendy places, and I prefer a more laidback atmosphere.

Yeah, that can be tricky. I'm sure she'll appreciate the effort, though.

Let's hope so. Do you have any plans?

Meeting a guy for drinks.

You don't sound too excited...

We met through this dating app. Haven't had that many good experiences yet, so I'm not getting my hopes up. He seems nice so far, though.

I remember her telling me about the dating app she's been using at the suggestion of a friend. So far, Bella's experience appears to be disappointing. I must admit, I don't see the appeal of online dating. I think men need to be men and approach a woman in person instead of hiding behind a keyboard. I don't fault her for trying though. I choose to ignore both the thought that Bella's dating life is going poorly makes me happy and the guilt that quickly follows for thinking like that.

~o.O.o.~

Tanya is dressed to the nines when I pick her up. Her dress is short and so tight it seems painted on, accentuating her ample bust and firm behind. When we first started dating, I quite enjoyed the views she offered. Hey, I'm a guy! But I've since come to find it annoying, rather than charming. If I knew for sure she was dressing up like this to entice only me, it'd be fine, but she thrives on the attention her looks garner whenever we're out. Case in point: she can't hide her frown when we exit her building and I open the passenger side door to my car for her. It's a slightly older model Volvo V40, but I take good care of it, and it's a very dependable car. Tanya, however, has made it no secret that she'd prefer a flashier car.

I've made reservations at a restaurant I've taken Emmett and Rosalie before. It has a varied and decently priced menu, with a relaxed atmosphere. It's not as fancy as the restaurant where we had lunch on Wednesday, but it's still quite nice. Tanya looks as though she's stepped into a derelict diner from a horror movie, but wisely doesn't comment. With every interaction over the last few weeks, I wonder why I put up with her. When we first started dating, I liked her carefree approach of living life to the fullest and only doing things she enjoys. It landed us at some exciting parties and one very memorable skiing trip. However, lately she's become more demanding, both of my time as well as how it's spent. It's like she can't accept the way I live my life and the things that interest me. It's making me seriously question our relationship.

She manages to find a dish on the menu that meets her requirements and we enjoy our food. Well, I know I do; I can't be certain Tanya does, but she does make an effort to be pleasant. Let's just say I'm glad I decided to go to a bar I know she likes afterwards.

After settling our bill, I help Tanya into her coat and guide her out of the restaurant. I've just unlocked my car when my phone chimes with a series of texts. Figuring it may be something urgent, I check them immediately.

Edward, help! Dusty's been acting strange, and I can't reach my vet right now.

He was fine just a minute ago, but now it's like he's choking!

I don't know what to do!

Instead of replying to her texts, I decide to call her. She answers on the first ring.

"Oh, Edward, thank you so much for calling. Rose is out with Emmett and I didn't know who to call!"

"Bella, calm down," I say as I get into my car, causing Tanya to look at me with surprise on her face. "Tell me what happened."

"I just got home from a horrible date, and Dusty came rushing to the door. He was really happy and excited, and I sat down to play with him for a bit. But then all of a sudden, he started making these choking noises, like he can't breathe. He looks really frightened! Should I take him to an emergency vet?"

"Is he still making those noises?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, can you take a video of it and send it to me? I'll call you right back after I've seen it."

We disconnect, and I wait for Bella to send me the video.

"Who was that?" Tanya asks.

"Bella, she's Rosalie's maid of honor," I explain.

"Why is she calling you?"

"She has a puppy and something happened that freaked her out."

"But doesn't she have her own vet?"

"Tanya, it's Saturday night. She couldn't reach her vet and remembered I'm a vet. She panicked, so she reached out to me," I explain, then see the video come in. "Let me check out this video and call her back, then we can go for drinks."

Tanya settles back into her seat with a huff as I open the video. It confirms my suspicions, so I'm quick to call Bella back to settle her worries.

"It's nothing serious, Bella," I start when she answers. "Just reverse sneezing. It can happen sometimes when a dog gets excited, especially when they have shorter snouts."

"So, he's not choking?"

"No, but it can be a bit scary the first time. You can help him get out of it. Just put the phone on speaker and take him in your lap."

After some shuffling, she says, "Okay, what do I do?"

"Cover his nostrils with your finger, then rub his throat while applying some pressure. This will cause him to swallow and start breathing normally again."

It takes about a minute, during which I hear the telltale sounds of reverse sneezing coming over the line, but eventually, the noises stop and Bella exhales a deep breath.

"It stopped. Thank you so much, Edward."

"No worries, Bella."

"I'll let you get back to your evening."

"Take care."

I pocket my phone and catch Tanya's scowl in my peripheral vision as I start my car. I fight to stop myself from rolling my eyes in frustration as I drive us to the bar. Tanya perks up when she sees where we're going and practically drags me inside to secure a table near the dance floor. She orders an elaborate cocktail while I stick with beer. Tanya is obviously in her element, reveling in the lustful glances of some of the men in the bar and draping herself over me possessively when she catches a woman looking our way. Meanwhile, I can't help but wonder how Bella and Dusty are doing.

~o.O.o.~

The next morning, I take care not to wake Tanya as I get out of bed and take a quick shower. I've just wrapped a towel around my waist when she saunters into my bathroom, completely naked. I take note of the lack of physical reaction under my towel, then continue brushing my teeth. She sidles up behind me and wraps her arms around my torso, pressing her surgically enhanced breasts against my back.

"You should have woken me up, baby," she purrs. "I would have joined you in the shower."

"Although that's very tempting, I really don't have time today." At her pout, I continue, "I have a ton of work to do, and things to arrange for Emmett's bachelor party. Why don't you grab a shower and I'll get some breakfast sorted?"

I quickly dress in sweatpants and a t-shirt, then get to work scrambling eggs – only egg whites for Tanya – and cutting up some fruits. In the meantime, I send a text to Bella.

How are things with Dusty today?

Despite the early hour in Seattle, she's quick to reply.

No more reverse sneezing. Thanks again for your help last night. Now that I know what it is, I'll know what to look for should it happen again.

Exactly. And you'll know what to do. You were home pretty early though. How did your date go?

My phone buzzes with a response just as I'm plating the eggs, and by the time I can check my phone, Tanya has emerged from my bedroom in last night's dress. Based on her reaction last night, I refrain from replying to Bella right away. Our date night was pleasant overall, and I don't want to sour the mood unnecessarily. She nibbles on her egg whites and fruit, and tells me about her plans for the day.

"Oh, I just remembered something I need to run by you," I say. "Rosalie wants to invite you to her bachelorette party, so Bella asked me to give her your contact info. She'll probably call you within the next few days to discuss the details."

"When will it be?" she asks.

"The weekend after next, and then the wedding is two weeks after that."

"And you already gave her my number?"

"Yes," I reply, wondering where she's going with this. "Shouldn't I have?"

"No, it's fine," she answers, waving her hand dismissively. "I'm just curious about the short notice."

I take a generous sip of coffee to allow myself time to carefully phrase my response, then explain, "Well, it's a pretty low-key wedding, so preparations aren't taking as long as perhaps you're used to. They only got engaged a few months ago, and the wedding's less than a month away."

"Sure," she responds. "But you'd think that with the date already set a while ago, the date for the bachelorette party would be set as well. She could've sent out invitations earlier, is all I'm saying."

"I don't know when or how invitations for that have gone out. But Rosalie was sorry you couldn't make it last weekend, so she asked Bella to add you to the guest list, so you can meet everyone before the wedding."

I hope that's enough to sway Tanya. I'd hate for her to decline the invitation after the trouble Emmett went through on my behalf. Thankfully, Tanya smiles at my explanation.

"Of course she wants me there. It'd be weird if I didn't come, what with you being the best man. I'm looking forward to Bella's call... She's the girl from last night, with the pet emergency?" she responds, her tone implying air quotes around the word 'emergency' and her eyebrows raising inquisitively. It seems to take an age for me to think of the correct way to respond, but Tanya breaks the silence by asking, "How is the dog anyway?"

She says it like she actually cares, and for a moment the girl I fell for is back.

"Yeah, the dog is fine. These things happen sometimes."

"So you said. Anyway, I'll get out of your hair. I've got lunch and cocktails with my mom later, so I need to make myself presentable."

~o.O.o.~

Once Tanya leaves and I've cleared the dishes, I send Bella a quick reply.

Sorry about the delay. Tanya was here, and we were having breakfast. She's looking forward to hearing from you about the bachelorette party. Will check your messages now.

I then scroll back up to read through Bella's series of texts.

Don't get me started on that date. There's a reason I was back home so early.

Let me start by saying that I'm not so superficial that I'll reject a guy based on looks alone. But I do have some standards and things I find attractive, and I do expect a guy to resemble the pictures on his profile.

So, this guy I'd been chatting with said he's a volunteer firefighter, which I thought was pretty cool. You know, making a difference in the community. It also gave me the impression he'd be quite fit, and his pictures reflected that. Yesterday afternoon, he sent me a message saying his pictures were a little out of date and he'd like me to be able to recognize him, so he sent a selfie. In his pictures on his profile he looked fit, if a little buff, had some scruff, and short hair. In his selfie, his face was much rounder, he was clean shaven and bald. Still, I wasn't going to cancel last minute over an unflattering selfie.

We agreed to meet for drinks at an upscale bar, so I dressed accordingly. I thought I looked pretty cute. I got there and met him at the bar. He looked much older than in his pictures, and when I mentioned that, he admitted that the pictures on his profile are over 5 years old. Apparently, he's still registered as a volunteer firefighter, but hasn't been keeping up with training for quite a while; which showed.

Again, I don't expect a fitness model, but I do appreciate a guy who takes care of himself, and represents himself honestly. He did neither. Still, I was willing to sit out the date, then let him down gently. But then he had the audacity to tell me that he thought I'd be thinner!

Needless to say, I was tempted to pour his drink in his lap and tell him I thought he'd be smarter. Instead, I just smiled and then left.

What is wrong with me?

I don't even have to think about my response.

Let me start by saying that you don't have to justify your tastes. Taking care of yourself affects more than your looks, it also benefits your health. Why wouldn't you want a partner to be healthy? You're probably not the first he's surprised with the discrepancy between his profile and reality, and you probably won't be the last. But to comment negatively on your appearance? That's out of line! I think you handled that pretty gracefully, all things considered.

She replies a few minutes later.

Thanks. I'm honestly debating deleting my profile. Between the guys who don't even match one of my criteria and the unsolicited booty calls, I'm not holding out much hope there'll be a decent guy among them.

I can only imagine the disappointment.

Someone actually told me I'm being too picky and shouldn't have such high standards.

That's ridiculous. You're not buying a shirt or a phone. Why should you settle for less than you deserve?

Exactly. I'd rather remain single than settle for someone I'm not attracted to or who forces me into a role I don't want.

I'm sure it won't turn out that way. As we grow older, we set higher standards, including for what we want in a relationship. It might take longer to be swept off your feet, but when it happens again, it'll be worth it.

I hope so. Damn, does that make me sound desperate? I'm not, I promise. It's just that dating in your 30s sucks.

I didn't think you sounded desperate. Just disappointed. Maybe take a step back for a while?

Good plan. And good answer ;)

That's what friends are for.

Are we friends?

Sure we are. New friends, maybe. But yes, I consider you a friend.

Thanks. Same here.

~o.O.o.~

With Jasper's and Bella's help, the photomontage quickly takes shape, and I manage to send Bella the final version for her approval on Wednesday. Jasper and I also manage to get Emmett's bachelor party planned. I'm hoping he'll enjoy the 007 themed night we arranged, since it's Emmett's favorite franchise. I instructed everyone invited to wear a dinner jacket and bow tie, and arranged for an Aston Martin to pick up Emmett. He'll even get to drive it for a bit! We're then getting together for a poker workshop with whiskey and cigars. Jasper knows a guy who'll make a custom card deck with a picture of Emmett and Rosalie on the back. They dressed up as James Bond and a Bond girl a couple of years ago. The card deck will also make a nice keepsake. After dinner, I booked a room at an arthouse theater for a private viewing of Casino Royale, Emmett's favorite James Bond movie.

Things with Tanya have also been better. She texts before coming over, and she's showing more interest in my work. To show her my appreciation, I sent her a bouquet of lilies, knowing they're her favorite flower. She showed her appreciation for the expensive bouquet by wearing new Agent Provocateur lingerie on our date night. I'm feeling hopeful that this relationship might actually go somewhere, and I am looking forward to our two upcoming weekends in Seattle. I've booked a room at a nice hotel for the weekend of the bachelor/bachelorette parties. If Tanya likes the hotel, I'll also book it for the weekend of the wedding.

~o.O.o.~

This may be random, but do you know any vets in the Seattle area?

My brow furrows in confusion at Bella's text, which indeed, is a bit random.

Are you looking for a new vet? I thought you liked your current one?

Yeah, that's not it. My vet is looking to hire another vet for her clinic. According to the info on the website, there's the option of taking over in a year or so, because she'll be retiring. I was thinking that maybe you know someone who might be interested, and you could pass the info along.

Sure, send me the link, and I'll see what I can do.

Or you could apply, so I'll be sure to have a vet I know and trust ;)

I'm not sure how to respond to that. The smiley face at the end indicates she's at least partially joking, but I have to admit, the option of taking over a veterinary clinic is tempting. I've been at my current clinic for over a decade and haven't even been offered a promotion, let alone a partnership.

~o.O.o.~

The week leading up to the bachelor party is very busy on multiple fronts. I spend several evenings on the phone or texting with Jasper, finalizing the last details of the bachelor party. They're minor, but time consuming. During these conversations, I also get to know him better, and find that I really like his laidback attitude. I look forward to spending more time with him over the weekend.

Tanya texts me several times to see if we can have lunch or dinner together, but I have to decline, being swamped with work. When I get home in the evenings, I barely manage to fix myself a decent meal, and I force myself to go to the gym at least twice. I just don't have the energy to also entertain Tanya. She is clearly disappointed, but I promise to take her to lunch in the Space Needle on Sunday.

Work is particularly busy this week, since I'm handling a very difficult and sad case. A man came in with his young son and the puppy he had just bought, hoping his son would have a loyal companion growing up. The puppy had initially been playful and energetic, but lost his appetite after a few days and showed signs of lethargy. When he also developed a runny nose, the father decided to bring the puppy in. I hate having to tell them that the puppy they already love dearly has distemper. I admit the puppy immediately and keep him quarantined, and I do everything I can to help the little guy battle the virus, but in the end, I have to euthanize him. I hold it together during the procedure, but go home immediately afterwards, glad I don't have any further appointments until Monday.

I'm looking forward to having a beer and a good cry when I get home. Some cases just get to you, you know? I don't even have an appetite. Just when I flop down onto my couch, beer in hand, my phone rings. I debate letting it go to voicemail, but check the screen anyway. Tanya's name and picture light up the screen. Before I can decide whether or not to answer, the call ends, only to start up again moments later. Wiping the tears from my cheeks, I swipe across the screen.

"Tanya, I'm sorry, but I'm really not in the mood–" I start, but can't even finish my sentence before I'm interrupted.

"Eddie, baby, I picked up take-out and am in front of your building. Can you buzz me in? The bell isn't working again..."

Shit, I completely forgot she was supposed to stay over at my place tonight. With us leaving for Seattle in the morning, it'll save time if I don't have to pick her up first. I can't turn her away now. Also, it might help to talk to her, get that sad case off my chest. I buzz her in and unlock my front door, leaving it slightly ajar. After splashing my face with some cold water, I settle back on the couch with my beer. Moments later, Tanya calls out from the front door, asking me to give her a hand. It shouldn't surprise me – yet it does – how much she packed for the weekend. She's juggling not only the bag of take-out, but also her purse, a carry-on, an overnight bag, and a massive suitcase.

"Geez, Tan, how much did you pack for the weekend?" slips out of my mouth as I take the food and her overnight bag from her.

"I need to be prepared for any scenario. It's important to make a good impression," she offers in explanation as she follows me into the living room. "What's wrong?" she asks, and it's only then I realize I have been staring off into space.

"Had a bad case this week," I reply, shrugging out of my stupor.

"They're just animals," comes her flippant response. "Surely it can't be that bad."

I turn to her, my mouth agape. "You can't be serious."

"What?"

"They're not just animals. They're people's pets, and a lot of people consider them part of their family," I rant, my emotions getting the best of me. "Today I had to tell a little boy and his father that a breeder sold them a sick puppy, and the puppy wasn't going to make it. I had to hold it together while the little boy sobbed into the puppy's fur as I euthanized it. Don't tell me it can't be that bad, because sometimes it absolutely is!"

She is momentarily taken aback, before she launches into her own rant.

"You care more about those stupid animals than me!" she accuses. "I tried to follow my mom's advice and show an interest in what's important to you, but it's so tiring! Do you know how it feels to know that those animals matter more to you? Yet I make an effort to pretend to enjoy your silly stories about them!"

Her words are a slap to the face. Yes, I know she's not an animal lover like me, but I thought she at least cared a little, being a vet's daughter and all. I guess her true colors are showing now.

"Really, Tanya?" I reply, barely able to control my rising anger.

"It's such hard work having to fake an interest," she laments. "Oh, and another thing: your friends are so dull and common! We really should go out to my family's country club more, get you to meet people with actual class."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm only going on this stupid weekend with you to impress your stupid friends. Do you know what kind of activities they have planned? A silks workshop and a karaoke bar! You can't expect me to do something so physical! And then make a fool of myself at karaoke? No, thanks! Who does those kinds of activities for a bachelorette party anyway? It should be cocktails and pretty dresses!"

She's gone too far now. If it were only the lack of empathy at my obvious distress over my patient, maybe I could overlook that. But to bash my cousin and his friends, while they've gone out of their way to make her feel welcome? And to insult Bella, when I know how much time and effort she has put into arranging a fun bachelorette party for Rosalie? Suddenly, I realize I don't want her to come with me this weekend.

"If it's too much to ask to think of someone other than yourself, you shouldn't come this weekend," I tell her calmly. "And I think it's best if we take this time to think things over."

Her mouth opens and closes several times before she's able to formulate a semblance of a response.

"What... Eddie, what are you saying?"

I sigh, "I'm saying I think it's best if you go home. I'll cancel your ticket and will let Bella know you couldn't make it, save yourself the hassle of coming up with a lie to tell her."

"Eddie, you can't be serious."

"Oh, I am. I can't deal with this right now, Tanya. I had a trying week and was looking forward to this weekend. I don't want to have to deal with your drama right now."

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"I don't know," I reply honestly. "Let me call you a cab, and we'll talk after the weekend."

"Eddie..."

"No, Tanya. I don't want to do this now."

Grabbing her overnight bag from where I dropped it beside the couch, I walk back to the front door, pick up her suitcase and carry-on, and step out into the hallway. She catches up to me at the elevator, which opens moments later. I place her luggage inside, then step aside to allow her to enter. With a huff, she enters, then turns to me. Before she can say anything else, I press the button for the ground floor and step outside.

"Bye, Tanya."

~o.O.o.~

Once I finish my beer, I find the bags of take-out still in my kitchen. Not wanting to be wasteful, I stick a note to the bag and place it by my neighbor's front door. I then decide on a quick shower to help calm me down, but to no avail. I toss and turn for a while, until I give up and grab my phone to at least make some headway on changing the weekend's plans. I'm just glad for online customer service and automated processes. I'm unable to cancel Tanya's ticket, but the airline does allow me to change the booking. Since I haven't booked my flight for the wedding yet, I change the flight to one that weekend, in my name. I then text Emmett, then Bella.

Hey Em, last-minute change of plans. Tanya isn't coming, but I can't cancel the hotel anymore. Would you like to stay with me, my treat?

Hi Bella, sorry to text at such a late hour. I'm dealing with some last-minute changes to the weekend and wanted to let you know ASAP. Tanya won't be coming. I hope you'll be able to adjust any reservations you made.

Emmett's response comes in just as I hit 'send' on the message to Bella.

No problem, it'll be fun sharing a room, like old times. You okay, though?

Yes and no.

You wanna talk about it?

Can you pick me up from the airport tomorrow? We'll talk then.

Sure. Send me your flight details.

In the meantime, Bella has replied as well. I switch to the chat with her after sending Emmett my flight info.

I'm sorry to hear that. I'll contact the workshop instructor in the morning, I'm sure it'll work out. What happened?

We had a fight and I'm seriously debating my relationship with her right now.

Are you okay?

Just for a moment, I consider lying, but then I remember the ease of our previous conversations. Still, I give her the option of backing out of this particular conversation.

Are you sure you want to hear about my issues? You're probably hanging out with Rosalie and excited about tomorrow...

Yes, I'm here with Rose, and I'll let her know not to expect Tanya tomorrow. And yes, we're looking forward to tomorrow. But also, yes, as your friend, you can talk to me.

I'm touched by her genuine concern, although this shouldn't come as a surprise. What I've learned about Bella so far is that she is a caring and loyal person.

Alright. Consider yourself warned though. I had an emotionally draining case this week, trying to save a puppy with distemper. I had to euthanize it today, and the owner and his son took it hard, understandably. It left me shaken as well. I hate when I'm unable to save a patient.

Oh no, that's so sad. I can only imagine what that must be like.

Don't get me wrong, the good definitely outweighs the bad, but cases such as this one always suck.

Of course. You want to save animals.

Exactly. Tanya didn't see it that way. She implied that I was overreacting in being upset about it. Then she admitted to not really caring about my job and things that are important to me.

Wow! That's harsh.

That's pretty much what I said as well.

She then went on a rant about this weekend. I'll spare you the details, but she basically said she was only coming to humor me, and she didn't like what you had planned.

What? Did she even consider that this weekend isn't about her? We're doing something we know Rose will love, that's what's important!

Exactly. She didn't see it that way, though, so I told her that if it's too much trouble to think of someone else for a change, she'd better not come.

That's probably for the better, but I'm sorry you're dealing with this. Will you be okay?

Yeah, I was able to change her ticket, and Emmett will join me at the hotel, so we'll have fun.

Okay. Let me know if there's anything I can do.

I will. Good night, Bella, and have fun tomorrow.

See you Sunday.

~o.O.o.~

When Emmett picks me up from the airport in the morning, he offers me a hug and a pat on the back, before loading my bag in his car and setting out for the hotel. We talk about my situation with Tanya. He agrees she's being unreasonable, and that I made the right decision in telling her to stay home this weekend. I'm glad at his support, but then shelve the topic, not wanting it to taint the rest of the weekend. After a quick shower at the hotel to wash away the morning spent traveling, we get ready for the rest of the day.

Emmett's bachelor party is a great success. He loves every bit of it and is like a kid in a candy store from the moment the Aston Martin picks him up at the hotel. I follow to our first location in his car, but give the driver a camera to capture Emmett's reactions as he gets to drive the flashy car. His friends seem to enjoy the activities we organized, and Emmett is delighted at the custom deck of cards. After enjoying a hearty dinner, we head over to the art house theater, where we're surprised at the photographer greeting us as we roll up. James Bond themed photoshoot, complements of the theater. We all have a blast, and Emmett spends the drive back to the hotel recounting it in great detail. Mission accomplished.

~o.O.o.~

Emmett manages to sleep through both my alarm and his own, so I have to shake him awake. I had the foresight to order brunch through room service when I booked the room, and our food is being delivered while Emmett is in the shower. We hit traffic on the way to the dance lesson, making us almost half an hour late. Needless to stay, we're both rather flustered when we bustle into the dance studio. Rosalie is talking to the teacher, so we hurry over to join them.

"Sorry we're late," I start. "Emmett overslept, and then there was traffic..."

"Don't worry about it," Rosalie says with a smile. "You texted, and you're here now. This is Miss Senna, our instructor."

Senna is a tall and willowy exotic beauty, with a thick braid hanging down her back, and an easy smile as she greets both Emmett and me. Wondering where Bella is, I scan the room until my gaze lands on her doing some stretches at the barre along the far wall.

She's wearing a simple wrap dress and modest heels. Her face is free of make-up and her hair is up in a messy bun, leaving her neck and back free. I notice a tattoo peeking out of the top of her dress, and find myself intrigued to uncover the entire design. Last time I was here, I did not notice a tattoo, and now I'm wondering about its size and if it's the only one she has. She turns around and catches my eyes; her face breaking into a huge smile, which makes my stomach flip. She is, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

That realization startles me enough to break eye contact and focus on Senna, as she starts her introduction and leads us through a warming up routine. Bella and I bump into each other a few times. I stammer an apology while Bella blushes and tells me it's alright. Senna then explains the idea of the opening dance.

"Rosalie and Emmett will dance a choreography I created for them. The style is called zouk, and it originated in Brazil and the Caribbean. This particular style evolved from the lambada, which you may remember," she explains. "Now, you two are not expected to learn the entire choreography. You'll join in during the chorus around halfway through the song and finish the dance alongside our lovely couple."

I must say, I'm intrigued, but it sounds complicated, and I'm not much of a dancer. When I voice my concerns, Senna is quick to reassure me.

"We'll start you out with a few basic steps and turns. Trust me, you'll already look great doing that. Then, if you both feel confident, we can add a little bit extra."

"Also, we wouldn't want to upstage the bride and groom," Bella offers with a smile.

"Exactly. Now, Emmett, Rosalie, why don't you show us your choreography, so your friends can get a feel of what we're aiming for?"

She starts the music, and what comes out of the speakers throws me for a loop. When she described the style, I was thinking something fast-paced and sexy, like salsa. Instead, John Legend is crooning from the speakers as Emmett pulls Rosalie close, raising her arms to wrap them around his neck, then leans her back in a slow circle.

"Not really what you were expecting, right?" Bella whispers beside me.

"Not exactly, no," I admit.

"Rosalie has been showing me clips of their progress. I'm still amazed Emmett can pull this off with a straight face."

"He's very motivated," Senna adds. "And yes, zouk can be fast and invigorating, but it can also be slow, sensual, and romantic. It's all about the connection between the couple, and this dance radiates love."

We continue to watch them dance. Senna points out where she'll want us to venture onto the dancefloor. When they've finished, we give them both a well-earned round of applause. I'm amazed at Emmett's grace. Next, Senna walks us through some basic steps, then has us string them together. The style requires us to dance together pretty closely, with Bella sometimes spinning out before I pull her back in. I'm acutely aware of her proximity. The smell of her shampoo is intoxicating, and the feeling of her in my arms makes a shiver run down my spine. It causes me to lose my concentration on more than one occasion. I'm just glad I don't step on her toes – literally. Bella just smiles at me encouragingly, her blush ever-present.

By the end of the lesson, I feel pretty confident I won't make a fool out of myself at the wedding. We're sticking to the basic steps, just to be safe. By the end of the lesson, I've worked up quite the sweat. I'm glad Emmett thought to pack some towels and offered me a shower at his place before going to the airport. After wiping down, we thank Miss Senna for her time and walk Bella to her car. Our goodbyes are a bit awkward at first. A handshake seems too impersonal, but a kiss – even one on the cheek – feels too familiar. Bella eventually bites the bullet and wraps her arms around me in a hug. Feeling her soft curves pressed against me gets my heart racing again. I can still smell the sweet combination of her subtle perfume and the proof of our exertion. The hug lasts quite a bit longer than a casual hug between friends, leaving me all sorts of confused.

~o.O.o.~

During the flight to Chicago, I make up my mind. I spend most of my flight writing my letter of resignation, ready to submit it once I've spoken to Tanya. I also start outlining my application to the clinic in Seattle. If the past few weeks have taught me anything, it's that I've got friends and family there, whereas in Chicago, I only have colleagues. It's time to make a fresh start somewhere else. There's nothing keeping me in Chicago. Sure, I enjoy working with my patients, but I can offer that care at any clinic. My boss hasn't offered me any advancements in the decade I've worked for him, and he sure as hell won't once I break things off with Tanya. Tanya and I are effectively over, her behavior on Friday confirming the doubts I've been having for weeks.

When I get home, I text Tanya.

Can we meet for coffee tomorrow? We need to talk.

The End