My father had always been lenient with me, being the only daughter. There were things he couldn't over look and there were punishments he gave me that perhaps he shouldn't have. Like when I was eleven and there was this stray. A ruddy little mutt, that had fleas and a bad temper. I asked daddy if I could keep it and he said no. I didn't listen, two days later he bit Seth, who was only three. My father handed me a gun and told me to put him down. I didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. My father used a gun to solve most of his problems to be honest. Probably where I got it from.
He was a good father though, took care of his family, even after our mother died. I think it did something to him though, Jasper and Peter were only eighteen, too young to take over completely, but daddy said they could handle it, and they did. Finished college too. Peter never wanted to though, so when Emmett turned eighteen, he started the take over and Peter faded into the back to focus on his little family more.
Daddy watched from a distance mostly. He stepped in occasionally when an older hand was needed, but he mostly let us handle things. Granddaddy though, he never meddled in the bussiness anymore. So when I got a summons from him. I knew someone had told him about Edward and I.
At seventy-five, my grandfather, Marcus looked pretty good for his age. He was a very proud man and a bit of a goof ball like his grandsons. As I kissed each of his cheeks he was practically vibrating.
"Hello, my little love." I grinned at him.
"Hi, Nonno." I reply sitting at his feet with my head resting on his knees. I had done it since a child, it made me feel comforted. He runs his hand lightly through my hair.
"A little birdy told me you've been bed hopping into a certain Mr. Cullens bed." I couldn't help but laugh.
"Dimitri is too big to be a bird, Nonno." I tease. "But we both know I won't deny it."
"Do you love him, my little love?" I shake my head gently.
"I could, though. It would be so easy and he loves me. Or he thinks he does. He loves Isabella and she doesn't exist. He's an idiot." He laughs at me as I scoff.
"You'll always be Isabella, you'll just forget sometimes, but perhaps you will fall in love with him and leave you old Nonno behind." He pulls gently on one of my curls.
"You're too much of a romantic, Nonno." I tease. "And I could no sooner leave you, than I could take my heart from my chest and leave that behind. I could never leave the family."
"Family is important, but it does not keep a bed warm at night." He tapped a finger on my nose with a cheeky smile. "We live in a boys world, my darling. I know this. But if you were to forget that for a moment, perhaps you would learn a few things. Things always happen for a reason, whether it be to test you, or help you. You would even learn those things with my blessing."
"Perhaps I don't want to learn those things." I mutter, causing him to laugh.
"You care for the boy, it may not show in your words, but it is there in your eyes."
"You would truly forget the past? Forget what they did?" I question, almost angry.
"Oh my dear. The wars of old men should not concern the young. He seems like he has a good head on his shoulders."
"He's also infuriating and lacks common sense. He gave his heart to me, that shows a lot about how careless and idiotic he is." I half joke, he pulls on one of my curl in response.
"All I am saying, is perhaps he could be good for you."
"I doubt it."
