Chapter 7
I pursed my lips as I made my way into the kitchen, my eyes finding and locking in on Beemo; maneuvering towards the older male I shook my head slightly. "Beemo, if you could lay off the garlic that would be wonderful." I snapped slightly at the older male whom only glanced at me over his shoulder. "Miss Marceline, if I do recall correctly you used to love it when I made my famous spaghetti like this. Tell me pumpkin when did that change?"
There we go again…the old man reminiscing…
"That changed a long time ago Beemo…around the time you and my lovely father, Hunson Aberdeen, took off up here." I whispered in a hushed tone knowing the older gentleman heard me by the look he shot me.
"Marceline, if I had it my way…we would have brought you but—"
"Yeah, yeah I know…my father wanted to protect me. Beemo when are you going to stop defending him?" I asked in a soft spoken tone, my feet carrying me over to the man that I had seen as an uncle for years as a child and now and advisor.
"I will protect him for as long as it takes for the princess to forget her hatred for the man that protected her." I looked over at him before leaning my head on his shoulder as I watched him stir the meat and sauce before shaking my head and moving over to grab the cutting board to help prepare the salad.
"Beemo…please….just…fucking lay off the garlic damn….you seem to forget one of us are vampires."
"You act as if it kills you…that's just a myth and your father and you are living proof of that."
The family made its way into the long dining hall and as the seats around me filled up, I stared across from me; I was of course at the head of the table and at the other end was the stunning Bonnibel Bubblegum. She had changed into a slightly loose yet clingy red dress that seemed to hug her in all the right places. "My dear you look stunning." I spoke over the loud obnoxious noises that the boys were currently making, ignoring the smile that Beemo had on his face. It was a taunting 'hahaha' smile; my red eyes glowed brightly as my hands clasped underneath my chin, as my eyes took in the subtle blush on her cheeks.
"Oh this is nothing…" Her voice echoed in my ears as I watched Beemo serve a dinner of spaghetti Bolognese, a fresh greens salad littered with onions, cucumbers, and tomatoes, topped with a ranch dressing, and a loaf of fresh garlic bread that Beemo had made himself. "Thank you~ This looks absolutely amazing Mr…."
"Please refer to me as Beemo~ since you will be a part of the family one day." He stated in an alarmingly calm voice which made me choke on the glass of red wine I had been sipping on some.
"May I ask what exactly it is you are implying?!" I hissed out, my annoyance very evident which had resulted in the entire family, Bonnibel included, giggling at the events that were taking place before all of our eyes. My cheeks flaring pink as that New York accent answered in reply without missing a single beat.
"Well Marceline, it seems that they are implying that I am going to become a member~ Why are you getting so flustered?" Her voice was like a dagger in my heart but in the same hand it was almost a sense of relief to me as if she hadn't noticed my feelings for her.
"Yes that is what I meant Lady Marceline."
The words making my ears flare more before clearing my throat and bowing my head. "If everyone could join me that would be lovely." I stated in a low tone as I glanced at my own hands and moved to grasp at the hands next to me; grabbing Taylor and Derek's hands. A soft prayer murmured across the family members of thanks for the food and for bring back Derek, for keeping us safe, and for bringing us new company in the form of Bonnibel Bubblegum.
Now if only the rest of this contract could go as smoothly as this evening had, a night filled with wine, food, and a house full of laughter. That is what I craved more than anything but I knew better…I knew The Evil Guy hid in waiting…waiting for the moment I let my guard down but how…. how did I make it a less noticeable break…?
Bonnibel Bubblegum….I needed to pull away from her…but how was the question.
