Hey everyone, how've you been? It's been a while since my last update but I've been sorting out a few things in my RL and then sat down and wrote the new chapter. Hope you guys like it.
Did you guys see Kristen at the Oscars? Poor thing cut her leg on glass *sniffs* and it was obvious the amount of pain she was in while limping and still the pappz and media won't leave her alone. I thought she was beautiful regardless, and the dress she wore, made her look like a mermaid *smile*
Which one of you bought BD2 DVD? I did and it's AHMAZING *GRINS*. The deleted scenes and BTS footage was awesome. I miss those guys together already.
Did you guys see Jackson Rathbone's episode of the White Collar show? He was BRILLIANT and so sweet and romantic. Daddy Jack always adorable.
And I CAN'T wait to see the Rover *biting my nails*
Now, go and read my chappie *claps hands*
The Love of the Mafia
Chapter 4 – Home
"Oh my God, I can't believe you're missing such great shoe collection." Alice exclaims.
Okay, I love shoes. I really do; from shitty sneakers to glamorous heels and for the past couple of years the glamorous heels has grew on me more than normal.
But I swear if Alice expressed her undeniable sorrow and craziness over loosing my heels back in my place I'm gonna dick someone.
She's been going on and on about the things I'm leaving in my house; she was sad that I was leaving my skinny jeans and other fashionable attire, but she completely lost it when she found out about my shoes.
"I mean, we're talking major designers here; Choo, Louboutin, Blahnik. It's blasphemous to leave such valuable treasures behind."
I rubbed my face in frustration, praying to God that she'd shut the fuck up sometime soon.
Unfortunately, my prayers were unanswered.
"And don't get me started on Valentino and Sergio Rossi's pumps. I'd seriously kill for your collection Bella." She said in exasperation, her arms flailing wildly in the air.
I sighed in annoyance. I've taken to Alice quite easily with her crazy, energizer bunny on crack persona; but if I get a migraine, it's gonna be all her fault.
"For fuck sake Alice, you have a far bigger collection than she does." Medusa, I mean Rosalie huffed. Since I've moved here, I mean kidnapped I've actually started a good relationship with everyone. Call it Stockholm syndrome or whatever but that's the way I felt, and it wasn't just because of the dream I had about Charlie.
It was the way the Cullens were.
Alice and Emmett was the hyper and goofy loving brother and sister I've always dreamed of having. Alice would drive me crazy with her zest and perkiness, but behind all that was a truly loving and caring woman; whereas Emmett was the older over-protective brother I've always dreamed of having. Not to mention his goofiness and joking persona and his ability to make you laugh your guts out at anytime, but in serious situations he was there for you to support you, and catch you when you fall.
Rosalie was actually a good loving person underneath the Medusa façade. She was also fiercely protective of her family and friends, and a good shoulder to cry on.
Jasper, well words aren't enough to describe that one. With his polite upbringing, his southern charm, and peaceful aura; yeah you could say I'm nearly stuck with him 24/7.
It doesn't hurt that he's fuckhot and I enjoy flirting with him to get on Alice's nerves.
But he's for another time, now back to the family.
Esme has the maternal love to which I've missed my whole life. She never feels tired, bored, or gives up on dotting on her family, and ever since I've been living with them she's been like my own mother. Always fussing over me, asking if I ever needed anything and always gave me a motherly hug. At first, I freaked on her when she tried to hug me and almost smacked her in the face but slowly, with Carlisle's guidance and Esme's patience, I've come to love her hugs.
And speaking of Carlisle; that man is seriously going to be my undoing. Every time we talk or whenever I simply watch him speak or do something I'm struck stupid by the resemblance he has with Charlie. Their appearance was as close as day and night with Carlisle having golden hair and sky blue eyes while Charlie had black hair and dark brown eyes; but the similarities were apparent in the way Carlisle behaved.
They were like twins.
And last, but not least… him.
I mean Edward.
Now this one is seriously going to drive me to the loony bin. I can't for the life of me figure him out, and the worst part is that I'm having all sorts of whacked emotions toward him.
And he's not making things any easier either; with his disarming smile, his dazzling eyes, and uncanny protectiveness towards me. He'd even through a hissy fit if I so much as pricked my finger and it's fucking with both my head and my heart.
Why was he this way? Why it was so important to him that I'm okay at all times? That all my needs are always met and that I'm left wanting for nothing?
For a moment my mind played tricks on me and loved the idea of having Edward in love with me but I quickly dismissed the stupid thought. He was just looking out for me in order to make his parents happy and because I was Charlie's daughter.
Definitely no romantic feelings involved.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that Swan.
I roll my eyes at my inner monologue and get back to the topic at hand.
"…and your red suede Choo's. They should definitely return. All your shoes should—" before Alice could finished, I was on her in a flash, straddling her legs and clamping my left hand on her mouth while my left was secured firmly at the back of her head.
"One more word about my shoes Alice, one more word and I swear on all the mortal and immortal Gods that I'll go back to my place and burn them shoes myself. It would upset me, but it'd be much better than having you over my ass for them shoes." I growled, narrowing my eyes at her shocked wide ones. She nodded frantically and I stared at her a minute longer to make sure she forgot about it. She nodded again and I was assured.
The horror-struck look in her eyes made me certain she believed I'd do it.
Or have someone do it, since I've forbade from stepping foot out of the mansion.
I heard a wolfish whistle and looked to my right to see Emmett and Jasper grinning at Alice and me. Emmett was smirking while Jasper had a glazed over look on his face.
It didn't help that Alice was squirming underneath me. I rolled my eyes at the men and got off of her, going back to me seat beside Rose on the couch.
I didn't miss the disappointed sigh coming from Jasper.
Hmm, seems the cowboy liked some girl-on-girl action.
Uh, what man doesn't?
"What did we miss?" Emmett grinned, walking toward the couch and lifting Rose into his arms. She squealed as he sat her on his lap as when he took her place beside me.
"Just telling Alice to shut it about my shoes already." I grinned, watching as Alice pouted beside Jasper who was sitting on her arm-chair.
"Damn, thought we missed some girl action." Emmett sighed playfully. Rose smacked his arm.
"Alice is your sister you perv." She grimaced, to which Jasper and Emmett laughed.
"But she's not mine." Jasper grinned, looking dazed again.
"And I was picturing you with Bella babe." Emmett gave Rose a smacking kiss on the lips. I giggled, shaking my head at them.
Boys will be boys.
"What are you boys laughing about?" Papa Carlisle entered the living room with his sexy ass strutting. Hey, I'm human and female and them Cullen men have damn good genes.
"Girl-on-girl action and threesomes." Jasper and Emmett said in one breath.
Did they rehearse it or something?
"Ah, good times, good times." Carlisle said.
The room fell silent.
"Huh?" it was Emmett who had a stupefied look on his face while the rest of us were just staring at Carlisle in shock. He laughed.
"What? I was young once." He shrugged. I coughed.
"Still are." He grinned at my mumbling.
"You had a threesome old man?" Jasper snickered. Alice smacked him upside the head.
If she and Rose don't stop that, they'll get stupid; and soon.
More than they already are? Meh.
"That's my dad dufus." She grimaced. Jasper merely shrugged.
"Hey, does mom know?" Emmett asked enthusiastically, thinking he'd use it over his head as a threat to tell Esme, to which Carlisle laughed, and had a contemplative look on his face.
Hell, no fucking way…
Esme either knew…or—she was one of them girls.
"Esme was one of the two girls." He grinned cheekily.
"I knew it." Both Rose and I shouted, looked at each other and giggled.
"…the fuck?" Emmett grumbled. Apparently it's okay for his father to have a threesome, but mommy is a no trespassing zone. He looked at Rose who was grinning at me.
"How did you know?" he scowled. Such a baby.
"A stupid bird would know. Them two are frisky as fuck. You seem to forget the thin paper walls around the house Emmett. We're not the only ones loud around here."
"LA. LA. LA. TMI. TMI. TMI." Alice shrieked, putting her hands on her ears and kept singing La La until Rose stopped talking.
"Everything okay in here?" and here comes the woman of the hour. Carlisle laughed loudly as he got up and walked to Esme, dipped her down and kissed her passionately. I felt both happy and jealous. I wanted what Carlisle and Esme had, what Emmett and Rosalie had, and what Jasper and Alice had.
I want a man to love me unconditionally forever, and a family of my own.
I shook my head as I heard Esme's tinkling laughter. I looked up to see her blushing to whatever Carlisle was whispering to her. Her eyes immediately fell on us and lo and behold, Esme blushed. Fucking blushed.
"Ma." Emmett whined, rubbing his eyes as if trying to erase a bad view.
"Told ya them two are frisky." Rose giggled and I joined in.
We were interrupted by the front door opening and closing and the loud shoes echoing around the ground floor.
"Anybody home?" Edward yelled. At once, I felt my stomach flutter with butterflies as I heard his voice. What the fuck is this man doing to me?
"In here dear." Esme yelled back. Moments later, Edward emerged with two large boxes in his arms. I jumped up, knowing exactly what they were.
"You got me my things?" I asked. He smiled and nodded, setting the boxes on the ground.
"The rest of your stuff in the van. The furniture is of course still back at your place but your essentials are here. Books, clothes, shoes and shit." He shrugged.
"SHOES!" Alice squealed, rendering me momentarily deaf. She quickly left Jasper's side and dove inside the boxes with shoes of course. She clapped her hands when she found my heels and then scowled at Edward.
"This isn't how you store those shoes Edward." She huffed, to which he rolled his eyes.
"Dude, did you know that mom and dad had a threesome back in the day?" leave it to Emmett to go back there. Edward shrugged.
"Don't know, but I wouldn't put it passed them. Them parents of ours are kinky like that."
"Alright, enough with the threesome talk. Carlisle was twenty-one and I was nineteen. We just got to know each other and liked to try new things. We liked a girl with us in school, she liked us back. And the rest is history. Now if you're done I'd like to take the girls to prepare dinner with me." Esme said with firm yet mischievous twinkle in her eyes telling us she wasn't really mad. I got up and walked toward her and the second I leaned down to check the boxes, Alice hissed like a fucking snake at me. I rolled my eyes and went to Esme.
"I'll put away Bella's shoes first." Pixie quickly grabbed the boxes and ran out of the room, with Jasper on her heels her helping her with them. Rose got up and walked toward me and Esme but not before kissing Emmett.
"Dad, Emmett; a word?" Edward said, his voice turned hard and cold and I involuntarily shivered from his aloofness. Must be mob mood or something.
"We'll make dinner dear and you boys talk business." Esme kissed Carlisle and as he turned to walk out with Emmett and Edward who gave me a smile; she smacked Carlisle's ass. Edward rolled his eyes while Emmett grunted 'horny fucks' under his breath.
"You're one to talk." Carlisle wiggled his eyebrows at Emmett. He huffed like a child.
My God, this family is something else.
"…and he was sitting on the floor beside our boy pouting and really sniffling. Emmett might be the size of a grizzly bear, but his brain works as that of a five year old boy." Rose, Esme, Alice, and I were laughing so hard we had tears running down our faces.
"Seriously? Emmett was crying because your son took his gummy worms?" I shrieked, imagining the scene. Big ass Emmett pouting and stomping his feet because his little boy took his candy. I giggled some more.
We spent two hours making dinner. Fried chicken, chicken Alfredo, Mac n' Cheese for the kids, mash potatoes, green beans, Caesar salad, with cheese cake and apple pie as dessert.
While I was preparing the table, I felt rough tugging at the leg of my pant. I looked down and smiled at the brown-haired blue-eyed dimpled little boy who was grinning at me with a front gap in his upper teeth.
"Hey there sweets, want something?"
"Auntie Bewa, I wants chocowat." Little Henry smiled; widening his eyes at he went. If there was anyone in this house who softened me toward the Cullens, it was Emmett and Rosalie's children. The day I arrived here or kidnapped to be exact, they returned home from a sleepover over one of Carlisle's friends named Aro, who I've later been informed was Esme brother.
There was six year old Andrew who was the spitting image of Rosalie with his curly golden hair and sky-blue eyes. He was a little trouble make that one, but the cutest trouble maker ever. He wasn't the huggy-kissy boy but he would show affection in other way; for example, his way of showing affection to me was to call me Bellsy and give me pieces of his sweets may it be chocolate, lollypop, or even gum.
And there was three year old little Henry. He was a hugger that one, always following me around and clutching at my legs and waist. He would always squeal every time I grabbed him and twirled him around. He would giggle and laugh, showing his cute little dimples and tugging at my heart.
I wasn't one for wanting kids, just liked watching them and interacting for a while; but those little boys had my ovaries screaming for babies.
Don't forget Hades, I mean Edward. My subconscious smirked.
I flipped her off.
Back at the task at hand.
"Sorry sweets, now its dinner time and you can't have sweets before then."
"But I wants chocowat." He pouted, blinking his baby-blues. I bit my lip, willing myself not to breakdown at the cuteness that was Henry. Thankfully, Rosalie saved me by gliding to the dinning room, lifted Henry and put him on her hip. He pouted at her and she tsked gently.
"After dinner sweetie. You have to eat your veggies first."
"Don't wanna." He grumbled, crossing his arms in defiance.
"Henry Charles Cullen, you will have chocolate after dinner young man."
…and I froze.
"Wh—what did you call him?" I chocked. Rosalie looked at me with confusion that later turned into wide-eyed shyness and guilt. She fiddled with Henry's collar as she looked anywhere but at me. It was quite for a few seconds, until she spoke.
"Well, uh—Emmett wanted to have Cha—I mean your father's name remembered and since Andrew had your father's middle name, we wanted to name Henry after your father."
Is it just me, or is it hard to breath?
"Andrew? You—you named him after Cha—Charlie?" all I was capable of was whispering.
"Um—yeah; his full name is Andrew Williams Cullen. I'm sorry if we came across as presumptuous, but Emmett really wanted to have your father remembered and such."
I didn't know what to feel or how to react. Should I angry that they stole Charlie's name without my or his consent? Or should I be touched and that they took it.
Suddenly, everything came crashing down on me. Charlie's death, his funeral, not being able to see him anymore, being kidnapped, knowing Charlie and Carlisle's history, and Demetri's obsession with me; all of those things caught up to me and I found myself unable to breath. I saw Rosalie's eyes widen as she saw my face but before she could do or say anything, I bolted out of the dinning room and toward the second floor where my bedroom was. I could hear her yelling my name but I didn't stop. Not even when Carlisle, Emmett, Jasper, and Edward came out storming toward the dinning room; and certainly not when Esme and Alice frantically asked what happened.
I just ran.
Once I entered the room, I closed the door and locked it. I slid down onto the floor, my back glued to the door as silent sobs wracked my body as I grieved. Grieved the father I've lost, the mother I never had, the family that I was torn between accepting them completely or not, even with making me feel at home.
I felt tired, drained, and simply miserable.
I was miserable.
Of course I was. Everyone I knew had a life outside of their work. Jacob had three serious relationships his whole life, but would find the time for having fun every now and then; the Rez boys were either married, engaged, or in serious relationships with the Rez girls since they were a traditional Native tribe and they never marry outside of it; only with few exceptions. Carlisle had Esme, Jasper had Alice, and Emmett had Rosalie and his two little boys.
And what did I have, beside my restaurant?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I was not alone as I once thought; no, I was lonely.
A fresh wave of tears fell down my cheeks as I rested my head against the door. Maybe if I really opened up to them, if I let my guard down and cracked the wall I built around me I could feel some peace.
My problem has always been family. Yes, I had Jacob and Billy but they weren't enough. I wanted a loving mother hen like Esme, a protective caring father like Carlisle, an overprotective muscle man brother like Emmett, a crazy and protective sister like Alice and Rosalie, a calm friend like Jasper, little munchkins like Andrew and Henry;
And dare I say a man that a romantic potential would happen with.
And maybe just maybe little rug rats of my own running around.
I just want a family.
I was pulled out of my thoughts with gentle knocking on my door. When I didn't answer, his voice was what I heard next.
"Bella. Bella, are you alright?" he asked, his voice low and gentle. I sniffled, wiping my tears away. I stood up and looked in the mirror, cringing at my red face, puffy eyes and runny nose. He knocked again, louder this time.
"Just a second." I croaked. I cleared my throat, went into the bathroom and quickly freshened up. After feeling somewhat presentable, I took deep breaths and went to the door. Pausing for a few seconds, I decided to bite the bullet and opened the door.
A worried Edward stood in front of me, his green eyes shining with sadness and pain. I felt my eyes well again but I gritted my teeth, willing myself not to cry again.
"Uh—can I come in?" he asked, running his fingers roughly through his hair, a habit I've noticed he did whenever he was nervous, angry, or frustrated.
He did it pretty much all the time.
"Sure." I cringed at my hoarse voice and turned around walking toward the bed and sitting Indian style. He closed the door behind him and carefully sat on the rocking chair in the corner. It was silent for a while, both of us lost in thought when he finally spoke.
"Rose told us about it." He whispered. I nodded, not knowing what to say.
"Are you angry?" he asked. I could feel his eyes on me as I felt my body buzz with the weird electrical wave I always felt whenever he was near. I nibbled on my bottom lip for a few seconds, gathering my thoughts.
"I honestly don't know. I feel pissed off, but I also feel touched that you guys would want to honor my father's name like that. With everything that went on the past few weeks, or years to be exact had its toll on me. And, well—I miss Charlie." I choked, tears once again slipping down my face. So fast I didn't even know how it happened, I was cradled in Edward's arms. His strong arms encircling me in a vice hug that nearly crashed my bones.
That's when I lost it. Again.
Only this time my sobs weren't silent or quiet. Full heart-wrenching sobs shook me as I clutched Edward's shirt and released the bent-up emotions that's been building up inside of me. Years of loneliness, abandonment, and deprivation unleashed in the form or tears.
Edward rocked us back and forth, his velvet-like voice whispering soothing words in my ears. After what felt like forever, my sobs reduced into tiny sniffles and my eyes seemed to dry out of water. I slowly pulled back, watching as Edward wiped my tears away with a loving yet sad look on his face. I hiccupped and he smiled.
"Feeling better?" he asked quietly. I nodded, sighing deeply.
"Sorry for ruining your shirt." I grinned shyly and he smirked.
"You can ruin all my shirts if you want as long as you feel better, nothing else matters." He said with such passion I felt my body shiver.
"Why do you say such things?" I had to ask. I had to know why he was that way with me.
He sighed, once again running his fingers through his hair. I was momentarily distracted by his wild soft locks but then forced myself to focus on him. I found him staring at me with intense eyes that held many emotions. Some I could decipher, other I couldn't.
"I think you've been through so much lately and with the boys names that I believe it's best that we delay this conversation to another time." He said reluctantly.
I searched his face and found nothing but honesty and adoration. I sighed and nodded.
"Fine. But you're going to tell me tomorrow and not a day later." He was about to protest but I put my fingers on his lips, silencing him.
"Nu-uh. Tomorrow Edward." He gazed into my eyes and then nodded, lightly kissing my fingers. I giggled.
"Okay. Now, are you okay enough to come downstairs to eat with us?' he asked.
His answer was in the form of my severely growling stomach. He laughed, getting up with me beside him.
"Let's go feed the monster before it devours us." He teased, and I slapped his arm.
We were about to leave the room when he stopped walking, turned towards me and gently grabbed my upper shoulders. He stared into my eyes with all seriousness as he spoke.
"And by the way Bella, this is your home and I promise you that it will be the home and family you've always wanted." Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine.
Eeeeek. My inner whore squealed when my inner hopeless romantic stood shocked into silence.
I was frozen for a few seconds and then snapped out of it and kissed him back. His arms wrapped around my torso as he held me tightly to him. My arms wrapped around his neck as we deepened the kiss. It was passion, tenderness, adoration, possession, and love.
It was out way of sealing our fate to one another.
We finally ended the kiss, but rested our foreheads together and gazed adoringly at each other. After a moments' silence I spoke.
"Home. That doesn't sound bad at all." And then I pecked him on the lips.
And at this moment, I knew; I knew that I couldn't live without Edward Cullen.
Without the Cullens; all of them.
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