Chapter 10: Lost Again?

Hey guys! So I'm back with another chapter. I'm sorry it took so long, my laptop just wasn't working and I also had to go to Florida for a conference and was unable to do anything there except study. *Sigh* Those beaches.

Well, here you go! Credits go to my awesome beta, Choc8lips. Leave me some love at the end.

I'm dreading the morning and I think Edward knows that too because while I'm still lost and worried thoughts, he rubs my arm gently and places a kiss on the side of my temple. "It's going to be alright. What are you so nervous about, anyway? I'm the one who has to face the old boss."

"I'm not nervous, prick."

"Oh yeah? If I hadn't known better, I would've sworn that the way you're shivering, it's because you're in bed with a tight, hot male."

I shoved at him and he laughed, pressing himself against me, letting me drain all his warmth.

"Tight? How in the world are you tight? I'm the one who's expected to be tight."

He frowned. "Okay, forget the tight part, let's just assume that I'm a hot male model, huh?"

"Nope. You'll be reminded every moment that you, Edward Cullen, are tight."

"C'mere, you little minx. You're trying to tease me again, aren't you?"

"Piercing wails pinched my ears and I immediately looked over at where Rosette was crying and squirming around in her blanket. I scooped her up and tried to bounce her, but she refused to calm down. I turned to Edward, who was watching me with an intense look on his face. "I'm gonna go change and feed her, okay?"

He nodded and then motioned to the bag of clothes we'd packed for our trip to France. Failed trip.

"Get dressed and then we'll head down for breakfast. If there is any for us."

"Yeah, I think it'll be good for the baby to eat some food."

"Silly Bella." He tsked and I raised an eyebrow. "The baby already has the most delicious food."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean your beautiful, luscious and delicious boobs, obviously."

"OH MY GOD! EDWARD, THAT IS SO GROSS! STOP TRYING TO IMPURE MY BABY."

Even though I was furious at his comment, I couldn't stop laughing. He'd basically told a mother that her tits were enough food for her baby.

Bastard.

After bathing and feeding the baby, I dress her up and make my way downstairs to find Marcus standing at the foot of the stairs, talking to Lauren. Lauren looks up, completely ignoring me and smiles at Edward.

Marcus smiles at me and motions with one hand to the dining room that's down the hall. We follow him, quiet except for the clicking sound of Lauren's heels.

"Are you sure the baby can be put into this 'Bella' girl's hands?" Lauren was pouting now. The look did not suit her.

Just saying.

"I think that's my decision to make, Ms. Mallory."

Okay, something was going to be terribly wrong. I knew that voice. I used to make fun of that voice and giggle at it when Marcus used it on dad when I was 4. It was the quiet but the dangerous voice. Polite but firm. The calm before the storm.

If Lauren had any sense left in her Gucci brain, she'd step back right now and be quiet. But oh no, she had some juice left.

"Marcy, what happened to Lauren? And you know I don't judge you but you know I'm great in all things baby." Marcy? Lauren was calling my grandfather Marcy? Oh boy, she's stepping into dangerous territory right now. My grandfather may have a taste for younger women but he didn't tolerate disrespect and whining even from those who shared his bed.

Wait for it.

"AAAHH!" Lauren's scream was so loud that it shattered my ears. Edward gave a loud snort behind me and I looked over at him to see him biting his fists so hard to no avail that his shoulders were still shaking wit laughter.

Marcus had shot Lauren's ankle.

"That will give you enough warning to last a lifetime. My decisions are my own, Lauren Mallory. I keep who I want and I throw away who I want."

Lauren was crying on the floor while nodding frantically. I felt tears well up in my eyes at the same time Rosette started to cry. Her wails were getting louder by the second and I didn't know what to do. I was torn between feeling afraid of my grandfather, pity for the crying girl on the floor with blood gushing from her wound like a crimson river, or the baby wailing loudly in my arms.

Suddenly, Lauren's sentence made sense. I myself wasn't sure if I'd ever be enough for my little Rosette. She deserved more than a 20-year old college student who only knew how to shop, eat, read and fuck.

Black spots permeated my vision and suddenly, Edward was in front of me, taking the baby from my arms and trying to calm her all the while shaking my shoulders and saying something I couldn't hear.

I was having a panic attack. My head was throbbing painfully and I was vaguely aware that I was feeling dizzy. I remembered this. I felt the same when a vital part of my life died.

I just saw my baby's brown eyes before I fell into a black sleep.

-OM-

"Baby, wake up. You've been out for 3 days. Please open your eyes. Rose needs you to be happy and calm."

Rosette. Baby. My baby. I'm a mom. I'm in my mafia grandfather's house who just shot a girl who has been caring for my daughter for the past month and a half. Lauren wasn't innocent as I'd seen a few bruises on my baby's bum but still, she didn't have to be shot for just being overly annoying.

And said daughter was nowhere to be seen. And probably had been for 3 days.

When I opened my eyes, they instantly zeroed in on bright green orbs filled with worry. "Bella? You awake? Are you all right?"

"Rosette. I want my Rosette. Please." My voice was barely above a whisper.

"Bella, you need to stay calm. It won't be good for your health."

Panic and alarm rose up and I suddenly sat up in the bed I was lying in. My head gave a throb of pain and I winced, but I only wanted to see the little part of me that had become everything in the past 2 days.

"Where's the baby, Edward? Where's my Rosette? Where is she?"

Edward met my gaze and his eyes were nervous and scared, filled with the first traces of worry I'd ever seen in the cocky and rude professor.

"Marcus said you were unstable for the baby. He took Rosette to Korea."

Rosette? Korea? Marcus? He took her? He took my baby? My darling Rose? Why? What did I ever do? What did she ever do?

I got out of the bed and calmly started to put on any clothes I could get my hands on. If I was going to get my daughter back, I needed to be clear-headed. Distractions would always get in my way.

"Bella? What are you doing?"

"Get dressed, Edward. We'll leave in an hour."

And then I did something I swore I would never do when I was 17.

I called my bodyguards, Jasper and Emmett.

I called Alice and Rosalie next and then I called the person I hadn't seen in almost 5 years.

I called my brother, Aro Swan.