This story is part two. To read part one please follow the link s/9075328/1/A-Working-Title-Part-One

Some notes before we start. All names have been changed in this story; although some characters may be based off real celebrities I never use their real names because I feel it takes a reader out of the story. I will use real names if it is in a passing reference. I have tried very hard to make this story as authentic as possible. From restaurants or hotels to award shows.

All song lyrics are mine unless otherwise noted. I apologize in advance for them. Writing lyrics was certainly a struggle for this portion of the series. I want to thank all the readers who have been on this journey with me and continue on with this story to see where these characters end up. I will shut up for now and part with a last THANK YOU. Now take it away famous WARNING.


This story may contain content that could offend readers. Story will surround storylines involving acts of dominance such as domestic discipline. This story will not contain BDSM. This story will have spanking themes in later chapters. The following story will use mature language. This story has already been written and will contain character death in future follow ups. Lemons will not occur right away and not in every chapter this isn't Fifty Shades of fun. Please do not read this story if you think you may feel offended by the discussed themes.

Story is mine; the characters are borrowed from Stephenie Meyer


It's funny how things never go as planned; I guess a huge part of me had hoped that I could keep Edward all to myself. But those were adolescent fantasies. Looking back those first few months in Hollywood as Edward's girl friend were some of the worst months of my life. You know that saying "what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger?" Well I think that little saying had become my new credo. And to Edwards' credit we did become stronger.

Just a little reminder from part one of my story; I have changed the names of the people in this book to hopefully provide some anonymity to my friends and family. Now where were we? Oh that's right we had just officially been outed. I was standing there in Edward's boxers and t-shirt as Angel and the gossiping twins stared at me in shock.

"Baby, who is it?" Edward asked. I stood there trying to formulate a convincing lie. Edward came up behind me, matched in the same fashion as myself. I couldn't say anything so I just slowly turned back around and went to sit on the bed.

"Hey Edward. Um Emmett asked if you were planning on coming to set today. You missed your call time." Angel explained.

"Oh god! Are you serious? Crap. Tell him I'm sorry I will try to get there right away." It irritated me that Edward seemed more upset about being late then our impending doom. Edward closed the door and started rushing around. I still sat there thinking over the ramifications.

He paused what he was doing, long enough to assess me. "Baby, what's the matter?"

I slowly looked at him, I couldn't help the tears. "What's the matter? What's the matter?" My voice rising. "Were you not just here a couple of seconds ago? They know about us. What are we going to do?"

"I am going to set. You are going to your parents' house and having the conversation you should have had a couple of weeks ago when you went home for the holidays." His voice was strong and unwavering.

"You are going to tell them about our relationship. You are going to tell them that I want to invite them over on Saturday for a get together so that you can officially introduce them to your boyfriend. After that is done you are going to call Alice and tell her that you need a dress for Sunday." He sat down next to me. "Bella this day was going to come, we can't hide forever. I don't want to hide forever. I love you and I want the world to know it."

He kissed my check where a tear had just slide down. "Why would I need a dress?" I said suddenly worried.

"The Screen Actor Guild awards, I don't see why you can't accompany me now. You were lucky that there was a writer's strike or I would have carried you kicking and screaming to the Golden Globes. I think the S.A.G. awards are the perfect time to let the world know about us."

"Why do I suddenly feel nauseous?" I asked.

"It's going to be fine, I promise. Now I have to get going. Take my car." He said as he handed me his keys. "Please call me before you leave your parents' house." He kissed me on the head, put his shoes on and left.

I looked around the room wondering how I ever got here. Part of my mind wondered if Edward had set this whole thing up. I mean where was the alarm that he supposedly was going to set. Ugh, I guess it doesn't matter the gig is up.

Since we were outed, I didn't see any reason on hurrying my ass up any. So I took a nice long shower and used Edward's blow dryer to do my hair. I finally left the room around noon, which was actually kind of perfect because that's when most of the office took lunch. Except one.

"Alright missy let's have it." Angel stood tapping her foot.

I sighed, "I don't know what to say. I know you probably think that I'm just some whore who is trying to screw her way to the top, but I promise you Angel it wasn't like that."

"I don't think you're a whore." She stated. "I know you better than that, Bella. I hope that this is serious and not just some casual thing."

"It is. Edward and I obviously spent quite a bit of time in Italy together, things just happened. I don't even know what happened." I wondered.

"Well I do. I could tell that he felt something for you. He initiated didn't he?"

"You really think I'd have the balls to initiate? It took him like a month to convince me that this was a good idea, even now I still wonder if it's a good idea. But I love him and I know he loves me too." I confided.

"I'm happy for you both; I just wish you would have told me. I mean did I really have to find out at the same time as Flopsy and Mopsy?" I couldn't help but laugh, it was good to know that she felt the same way I did about those girls.

Edward had a sleek black Mercedes S65 AMG, I didn't want to know what that car probably cost, but it wasn't a Ferrari so it couldn't be that expensive right? That's what I told myself while driving around in it; I didn't even want to know how much money it would cost me if I even got a scratch on it while in my care.

I went back to my apartment to change into something clean taking even more time than necessary. I knew that my mom would be home around four pm from teaching. My dad was on a varied schedule of working days or nights, it was a disadvantage of being a cop, having your schedule change every couple of months. He was getting older and we hoped that he could retire this next year; he had already put over thirty years of service. I knew that he deserved to be able to relax and watch his football games without a care in the world.

I arrived home around three, my dad was watching television he seemed surprised at my arrival.

"Bella, what are you doing home? Don't you have work today?" he asked while putting the TV on mute.

"Well, my boss gave me the day off so I decided to stop by. Would you like me to leave?" I joked, but inside I was begging for him to say yes.

"Of course not, we are always happy to see our little girl. Actually there was something you mother and I wanted to discus with you. She should be home soon."

"Well that's funny there was something I wanted to discuss with you and mom, seems like we have some talking to do." We both looked uneasy, why did it feel like both of these discussions were going to be tough. We both sat and watched TV until my mother arrived, she was excited to see me but she seemed more excited to see the car I was driving.

"Mom it's not mine, a friend let me borrow it for the day." I tried to explain.

"Well it just looks so fancy and important; I thought the secret service was here." She babbled on.

"Renee, let's just get on with this. Bella has something she would like to tell us." He looked over at me. My mouth went dry, my palms began to sweat. Oh god this was it.

"Well how bout you start with whatever it is that you wanted to tell me." There. May be their problems could take the focus off my own.

"Okay." My dad said real serious. "Bella, I first want to start by saying that we want you to understand that everything will be okay in the end. We don't want you shouldering our problems but we didn't think it was right to not let you know. A couple of months ago we were talked into refinancing the house; the interest rate was amazing that the bank was offering we didn't think. But there's been a problem, there was a housing market crash and our interest rate skyrocketed and now we can't afford the house anymore." I sat there in shock.

"What does that mean? I don't understand." I stuttered out.

"We are going to lose the house and we might have to file for bankruptcy." My dad started to cry, it broke my heart to see him cry, he was such a strong man before my sister died. Now he no longer contained his emotions well. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." He sobbed.

My mom went to sit next to him trying to keep her own tears at bay. "Well how much do you owe?" I asked trying to keep it together. "I mean I have a lot of money saved up." I had well over $14,000 dollars saved up.

"Thank you honey, but we owe way too much and there is no way that we would ever take your hard-earned money." My mom said.

"Are you kidding me? Of course you're going to take my money. You helped a lot with my college education. You're going to send the bank my money on Monday, and then you're going to tell them that I will send a check for six hundred dollars every week in addition."

I needed at least four hundred for rent alone, as for food; I could get a second job. I was paid a thousand dollars every week, but with taxes I made around seven hundred. I could give them six and that would leave a hundred a week to go toward rent. My mind was already going into planning mode. I could see my parents look at each other, thinking over my offer. They needed to understand that this was non-negotiable, we were family and that's what families do.

"I'm not hearing any objections you may have." I added for good measure.

"Honey, we owe a lot of money. We can't ask you to do this. It will be like taking your whole paycheck away." Mom said.

"Yes you can. You're my parents, this is my childhood home. We will not lose this house." I said with finality.

"What did you want to talk with us about, hopefully its happier news then what we just laid on you?" My dad asked. I had completely forgotten about Edward.

"Um well I met someone." I could see my mom's eyes instantly brighten. "He is…amazing, he and I are serious and it's been going on for a couple of months." They both crinkled their foreheads.

"Is he Italian? Did you meet him in Italy?" My dad inquired.

"No, he is…my…boss." I cringed waiting for the blow.

"But, I thought your boss was Edward Cullen?" My mom asked confused.

I sat there just staring down at the carpet waiting for the moment of clarity to kick in.

"You're dating Edward Cullen?" My mom's mouth waited open for confirmation.

I nodded my head sheepishly.

"Edward Cullen. Edward Cullen." My mom kept chanting his name getting louder and louder.

"It doesn't matter how many times you say his name, he's not going to appear like Beatlejuice. Yes, I am dating Edward Cullen." I let out a huge breathe. I felt like I was in rehab and I had just admitted my addiction.

"Isn't he too old for you?" I was waiting for my dad to crack that nut.

"It doesn't matter how old he is, I love him and he loves me." I paused. "Look I know this is hard to grasp I never intended for this to happen, but it did. He wants to invite you over to his house tomorrow for dinner; he has been dying to meet you."

"You love each other? That's so cute." My mom came over to give me a big hug. "And good for you. He's sexy."

"Mom!" I exclaimed.

"What? He is." I shook my head.

"I'm going to reserve my judgment for when I meet him." My dad said gruffly.

"Please don't try scaring him off, he's important to me."

"Aright, alright." Dad huffed.

"Mom I need your help, you remember that dress that I asked you to make for me for that vacation we took a couple of years ago? The blue one?"

"Yes." She answered.

"Well I need it for Sunday do you think you can iron it for me?" I asked sweetly.

"That shouldn't be a problem. What's Sunday?"

"Edward asked me to be his date for the Screen Actor Guild awards." I rolled my eyes.

My mom started jumping up and down, "My baby is going to be on TV? Oh this is so exciting. I can't wait to watch the red carpet." She was so gitty it made me laugh.

"Yeah let's see how proud you are of your baby when she makes an ass out of herself on international television."

"Oh honey, you are going to be beautiful. I'm going to run upstairs right now and see if there is anything I need to fix on that dress." She ran off, practically clicking her heels together.

The dress I decided to wear was one I had designed a couple of years ago after I lost a lot of weight. I asked my mom if she would make it for me and she did a remarkable job. It had a light blue corseted top in satin. The top was the hardest part to make because I had designed this swirl like effect in all different shades of blue it almost looked like a stained glass window. On the bottom it went to my knee and it was large strips of different kinds of fabric all in light blues, dark blues and silver. I called it my rag to riches dress, which for this event I felt like it was fitting. I knew that I was supposed to call Alice for her help, but I had decided that if I was to be debuted to the world I would do it as me. Not some fake high end version of me.

My mom had my dress all ready to go for me and she helped me put it in the back of the Mercedes, she got a kick out of finding out the car was Edward Cullen's I was really hoping that she wasn't going to embarrass me tomorrow. I prayed she didn't show up with her camera and start taking pictures and ask for a signed autograph picture.

I kissed my mom and dad good bye after giving them very detailed directions to Edward's house. My dad hugged me tight and thanked me again for all the help. I just couldn't understand how they wouldn't just know that I would help them.

I called Edward using his Bluetooth in his car.

"Hello" he answered quickly.

"Hey I'm just leaving now."

"How did it go, baby?" I could tell he sounded nervous; I couldn't help but toy with him.

"Awful, I finally managed to talk my dad into not disowning me."

"What? Are you serious?" he sounded outraged, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Of course not Edward, they are happy for me for the most part I will warn you that my dad seemed to be concerned with the age difference and he said he would reserve judgment for when he met you."

"Oh, okay I'll charm his pants off." He said confidently.

"That's gross Edward, the only pants you should be charming off is mine and mine alone."

He laughed, "Well get here soon and I'll see what I can do. I have dinner almost made; I knew you would need something after your hard day."

"Oh you are amazing. I love you."

"I love you too, I'll see you soon baby." He hung up.

I started thinking about my parent's financial situation. I couldn't believe that something like this could happen to them. My parents worked hard for their money and now some bank just found a way to screw them over. I was devastated, my dad eventually told me that they owed according to the bank over one hundred thousand dollars. There was no way now that he would be able to retire as planned. There was only one option for me; I would have to get a second job. Thankfully Edward was very low maintenance; I could easily go from being his assistant to a night job. I knew that Edward would never approve of a second job, knowing him he would just write a check. But I couldn't allow that, I wasn't some kind of gold digger. This was my family's problem, not Edwards. And unfortunately I was going to have to keep him in the dark.

"Bella, would you stop fidgeting." I had been standing in Edward's kitchen while he prepared some ribs to take out to the barbeque. His goal I think was to look as normal as possible. My parents were supposed to be here any minute and I couldn't calm myself down. My palms were sweating, and if Edward told me one more time to "calm down" he might be the one to end up over my knee.

The doorbell chimed, Edward wiped his hands on a towel and reached out for my hand. I took it and he pulled me along to the front door. I could see my parent's fuzzy image through Edward's opaque glass door. Edward turned the door knob. Here we go.

"Oh my goodness what a beautiful house you have." My mom didn't even bother to introduce herself before pushing her way in.

"Hello Mrs. Swan what a pleasure to meet you." Edward politely said offering her a hand to shake. She took it eagerly.

"Oh you can call me Rene, Mr. Cullen. I have seen almost all of your movies..." I had to stop her for her own good. I stepped in front of Edward and hugged her, interrupting her from finishing her thoughts.

"Hi mom did you find the place ok?"

"Um well yes but…"

My dad was still standing on the doorstep. Edward put out his hand for my dad to shake, "Hello Mr. Swan, thank you for coming." My dad assessed his hand and after a pause shook it, "Edward." He didn't even bother trying to call him Mr. Cullen, thankfully.

We were all standing in the foyer, after giving my dad a hug; Edward invited my parents to the patio. He had already fired up his impressive barbeque.

"So Mr. Swan, Bella tells me that you like football, what's your team? Who are you favoring for Super Bowl?" Edward resorting to sports to get my dad to like him. Men!

"My team is already out; I'm a Steelers fan myself." My dad said gruffly.

"Steelers? Come on it's all about the Bears." Oh god was Edward really baiting my dad, I need to run interference.

"Are you kidding me?" My dad asked shocked.

"Edward is from Chicago, that's why he feels so overly passionate." I jumped into the conversation hoping to diffuse it while giving Edward the eye. You don't mess with my dad and his team.

"How many times has your team gone to the big show? The Steelers have gone six times and only lost it once, son. You may want to rethink your choice." My dad continued on down the doomed conversation road.

"How about this Mr. Swan, if by some miracle your team makes it to the Super Bowl next year since they obviously couldn't perform this year, I will take you to the game just so you can rub it in my face." My mom and I looked at each other not knowing what to do.

"You know what, you're on. In return I'll give you a full year of bragging rights if your team actually makes it to the playoffs since we all know it's a miracle when they even get that far. A pretty safe bet for me." My Dad replied.

Edward sighed dramatically, "Alright Mr. Swan. Whatever you say."

I didn't know what was happening. Was this some kind of pissing contest or a weird male mating ritual?

"So Edward do you have any beer in this place or is it just fruity snooty wine?" Dad's eyes zeroed in.

"Follow me, I show you my beer collection." Edward and my dad went into the house, my mom and I looked at each other confused.

"Ok, what was that?" I asked.

"Oh, just your dad shaking Edward's tree." Mom dismissed.

"No, Edward was riling dad up on purpose." I argued.

Dad and Edward walked back out each with a beer in hand, laughing and my dad actually patted Edward on the back. I fear we may have just entered the twilight zone.

Dinner turned out to be a surprisingly comfortable affair. My mom didn't embarrass me too much, my dad didn't grill Edward too much and Edward was of course his charming little self. When my parents finally said good-bye for the night, Edward and my dad had already arranged a play date to go and catch a Lakers' game.

"See I told you it would be alright, you just like to worry about everything." Edward said as we got into his bed that night.

"What was up with you harassing my father?"

"Oh Bella, I wasn't harassing I was talking shop. It's a guy thing." Edward nuzzled up to me; he started to kiss my neck. Damn I really wanted some but I couldn't.

"I can't Edward." I tried to weasel my way out of his arms.

"Why? What's the matter baby?"

"I'm on my period." I frowned; even Mother Nature had an agenda to stop me from feeling good. I was a little worried knowing I was going to have to endure the award show tomorrow while on my period but thankfully it should be lighter.

"Okay honey, we should get some rest. Alice plans on being here at seven am tomorrow morning."

"Seven am?" I yelped. "Is she out of her damn mind?"

"When you're a woman apparently it takes a couple of hours to get ready for these things." Edward shook his head.

"Edward, I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if this is a good idea."

"Honey, I know you are nervous. I'm not going to sit here and tell you not to be, I know you better than that. But what I will promise is that I will be with you the whole way tomorrow from getting into the limo to arriving home in the limo after the party. Alice will be there and I was sure to have Jasper and her sit next to us. Please try to enjoy it, the S.A.G. awards are known for being fun. I love you Isabella, and I know you are going to do beautifully tomorrow."

He kissed me one more time and we settled in for the night. All I could think was Isabella and beautifully never went well in a sentence together.