Aro's POV
"Grandpa's coming, Grandpa's coming!" Kate sang. We all looked up and saw the limo pulling into the driveway, the sky must have known because the clouds covered the sun and the sky got dark. Nature didn't even like him…
"Brother dear, please tell me that there are large amounts of alcohol in the house, I think I'm going to need it," Athendora whispered to me. Like Caius, she couldn't stand my father; well…he called her a big breasted slut…so…I understand why.
"Don't worry, I had Demetri stock up, we're all going to need it." I reassured her. The man was tall and had black curly hair, flecks of gray within it and cold sea green eyes, he was pale and it seemed the age was nothing but a number. The man was in his late seventies and was fit and healthy as ever. I can't remember the man ever getting sick and if he did, it never showed.
"Grandpa!" The girls went flying off the porch and ran to him, jumping around him. The boys followed more slowly. He smiled at them and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out money and gave each of the children a crisp bill. They laughed with glee and ran back toward us. Jane held hers up, it was a hundred…
"And what are you going to do with that, love?" I asked her. A big grin appeared on her angelic face.
"A bike!" She giggled. Ah, I forgot she wanted to learn how to ride a bike…her and the rest of the children went inside, leaving us at the mercy of my father. His eyes scanned over us but then stopped when he saw Ms. Swan, cowering behind me. His eyes widened upon seeing her and I heard her gulp.
"Come forward dear, is this how you greet your superiors by hiding?" He waved his hand for me to step aside and regretfully, I had to. Her steps were slow and she looked back at all of us. Esme nodded for her to go. She walked carefully down the stairs and up to him, she bowed gracefully and he reached to grab her chin and yanked her face up, so that he could look her in the eye. Yes, father was a firm believer of eye contact. She went still as a statue as my father inspected her.
"Your name?" He asked.
"Bella-"
"Your whole name, child."
"I-I-Isabella Marie S-Swan," she stuttered.
"Father is going to tear her apart," Caius muttered. Father stared down at her and she had to crane her neck up to look at him. Her whole form was shaking and I saw her clench her fists.
"Come," He scooted her along and we all turned to go inside. The children were not in sight but when we heard childish laughter coming from upstairs, we relaxed. We were all sitting in the study, Ms. Swan next to me, father sitting in the high backed chair and everyone else sitting around, Demetri came, Chelsea, who had a smug of dirt running across her small nose, followed behind, and carrying a bottle of wine, my father's favorite. Demetri sat a tray of wine glasses down and Chelsea began pouring the wine. We waited until they were gone before father began the Spanish inquisition on Ms. Swan.
"Tell me dear, where are you from?"
"Forks, Washington."
"Oh, I have never been, what is it like?"
"Green, wet, and nothing like Italy." She answered.
"Nothing is like Italy. I have visited many places but Italy seems to always surpass them all. Correct me if I'm wrong but Aro tells me that you are friends with the Denali girls?"
"Yes. They're my best friends in the whole world. I met them when I started school in my junior year. We've been friends ever since. Tanya was even my maid of honor at my wedding."
"You are married?" Father's head tilted in curiosity.
"Was married. I'm currently divorced." Ms. Swan corrected.
"His name?"
"Michael John Newton," she replied.
"Your parents?"
"Renee Dwyer and Charles Swan, they divorced when I was still a baby and my mother remarried."
"So you're family is filled with people who have divorced?" His eyes narrowed.
"I guess so…"
"If you married my son, would you divorce him?" I stiffened and I was aware of Bella's eyes on me. Her eyes darted back and forth between my father and I.
"No, I wouldn't."
"Well, if course you wouldn't. He's rich, successful, and handsome-"
"No, if we ever do get together, then I wouldn't marry him because he is all of those things, I would marry him because I love him and his children. So do not put me in the same category as Mary and his ex-wife. I know how to love and not take advantage of someone because they are rich and handsome. If your son lost everything, I would still love him and the children." My father was taken aback and my mouth twitched into a small smile.
"My, my, you passed the test. I approved of you, Isabella. If you and my son ever do decide to walk down that cursed aisle, then you have my blessing but if you hurt him like that blasted ex wife of his or my grandchildren, I will send many out to find you and kill you."
Bella's POV
It was a test? And I passed? What madness? I picked Jane up when she reached up and she laid her head on my shoulder. I heard her sigh tiredly and felt her weight all on me. The little bugger was going to sleep! I guess it was an exhausted day. We found her, Kate and Renata asleep in the gardens under a magnolia tree, all three of the girls curled around their dolls, magnolia's falling around them. We regretfully woke them so that they could have dinner and boy did they cause trouble. Jane whined and cried and didn't eat her food and when Edward said she wouldn't get any desert she shrugged her shoulders and folded her arms, pouting and watched the rest of us eat. When Mr. Volturi senior went upstairs to go to sleep and his son and I saw Caius and Athendora off, Caius carrying Rosalie because she had fallen asleep at the dinner table, Mr. Volturi and I found Jane sleeping at the dinner table too. I woke her and she reached for me. Alice and Edward were already upstairs getting ready for bed and Mr. Volturi walked me upstairs and helped me change Jane into her nightgown. We tucked her in and went to bid the other two goodnight. They fell asleep quickly much to our surprise. Mr. Volturi and I stood in awkward silence in the hall, in front of my bedroom.
"Good-"
"Would it be too much to ask if you would share my bed with me tonight?" I went red and I nodded.
"Not to do that but to have someone to sleep next to." I nodded again. I found myself more tired than normal and I leaned on him to keep myself from falling face first. He wrapped an arm around my waist and he guided me to his room. It hadn't change since the last time I was in here and we both fell down onto it. I sunk into the warmth and softness of his bed, inhaling his scent, my eyes weaving in and out of consciousness. I was lying on my stomach and I was facing him but his back was toward me. He then stood and I saw the pale smoothness of his back appear slowly as his shirt came up and he tossed it somewhere off to the side. He turned and I gasped softly when I saw five scars as if someone dragged their fingernails into his skin the left side of his broad chest. They were long healed but the scars were thin, pink and puckered out. My eyes snapped wide opened and I got up on my knees. I crawled to the edge and ran my fingers over the scars. They were soft, his skin was soft and I licked my lips as I felt the familiar pooling in my stomach.
I tilted my head back, my lips parted, and my eyes closed. I felt his lips, warm and tasting of a sweet wine upon mine.
Caius's POV
"I'm sleepy, mommy!" Rosalie whined. I watched Athendora brush our daughter's hair, she was on the eightieth stroke. We had gotten the children home; Alec was curled in my lap, lightly snoring, his tiny hands fisting my shirt. Rosalie had woken up, with Athendora's encouragement. She always brushed Rosalie's hair before she went to bed, no matter what, except for when she was traveling to one fashion show to the next, then I had to do it. I must say, it calmed me to brush the silk that laid upon my daughter's head. It was a rule because Rosalie's hair always knotted in her sleep, brushing it one hundred strokes and then braiding it, prevented that.
"I know baby but mommy has to brush your hair." Athendora crooned.
"Can't you do it tomorrow?" Rosalie said through a yawn, her eyelids fluttered and they stayed closed, her head lolling to the side. Athendora sighed in defeat and put the brush down. She quickly braided Rosalie's hair and leaned back with Rosalie lying against her chest.
"Are you alright?" She asked. I absently looked down at my iPad, reading the last sentence of an article I was reading. I flipped it off and laid it gently, gently, onto the table next to the chair I was sitting in.
"Are you sure, you were downing the wine down a little too much tonight," She pointed out.
"And you weren't?" I retorted. Her face had a faint blush and she looked down at Rosalie's head.
"Do you remember when I first met your father?" I chuckled. I had just celebrated my twenty-first birthday and Athendora and I had been dating on and off since she was sixteen.
"I'm nervous, Cai, what if your family doesn't like me?" He had pressed his bellezza malvagi up against the maze wall, his hand stroking her nether regions. His head dipped into the crook of her neck and he licked the soft peach skin there. He smirked and whispered,
"It's not my brothers you have to worry about, it's my father."He nipped lightly at the flesh and she moaned softly.
"Explain why we have to have sex before I meet him?" She was spread open for him, ready to receive him and when he dipped inside of her, she moaned more loudly, her hands gripping his shoulders, her head tilted back.
"It'll relax you…"
I looked over to my wife, a smirk marring my features. I gently placed Alec down next to Rosalie, where he curled into her and snatched my wife tightly into my embrace. My hand brushed over her hardening nipple and she flushed. I began backing her until we ended up on the stairs. I brought my lips to kiss her and she began fumbling with my belt.
"Maybe that's what Aro and Bella need," she whispered against my lips.
"What?" My hand searched her and I was satisfied to find her ready.
"They need to fuck each other's brains out."
"Well, we mustn't worry about that now, love." I began probing her and she squirmed and began stripping off her blouse.
"Why is that?" She grinned wickedly, knowing the answer before I even said it. But indulged her and I loved talking dirty to her.
"Because I'm about to fuck yours out."
Bella's POV
I dreamt that Aro had asked me to come to his room and sleep, not sex but sleep with him. When we arrived, I fell onto his bed and watched him undress. He turned and I saw five nail marks on his chest. I remembering feeling hatred toward the person who would do such a terrible thing. I crawled and reached for him. He came to me and I ran my fingers of such petal smooth skin. The touch itself had my heart pounding and my skin on fire. I remembered that this dream Aro had granted my wish for a kiss. The kiss was light, just the smoothing of the lips, I think it was my fault that things had gone a little too far. I remembered my tongue lightly touching those lips, nearly moaning when I tasted that blood red, sweet wine, a wine that must have fallen from the Gods. The taste was on his lips and my thighs became slick. But we pulled away, slightly frightened from our actions.
"Maybe, I-I s-s-should go to my room," My dream self suggested. The dream Aro's eyes flashed darkly as if he didn't want me to leave. When I saw that look, I retracted my suggested and began to lay down, dragging him down on top of me. And then I don't remember the rest! It was a pleasant dream, a dream where I woke with a smile on my face. I was on my stomach, on a soft, o god was it soft bed. It was softer than mine and then that's when things got a little weird...
I sat up, realizing that I had stripped down to nothing but my undershirt and black lacy boy shorts (Tanya's idea). My hair was all over my head and I shook it down. I felt a ponytail holder fall into my bare thighs. I grabbed it, pulling it onto my wrist and began getting the knots out of my hair. As I was doing that I frowned when I realized that this was not my room. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped opened. It was not a dream, it all happened. The kiss, the touching of his naked chest, the sleeping in his bed...I looked down behind me and saw that all of it was true. He too was laying on his stomach, his naked back exposed for me to see. I know that this is the point where I realize that I am sleeping in my bosses bed and freak the hell out. But I saw no reason to create a scene. I loved him and I wished that I had more mornings like this in the future. I smiled and I leaned over to smooth his curls out of his face, just like I always wanted. His face was calm, peaceful, there was no frown or stress in his face. I ran my fingers through his hair, it felt like silk and it smelled like soft ocean breeze and sun. I place a soft, chaste kiss on his cheek. I silently crawled out of bed, grabbed my things and tiptoed out of his room. I ran into Demetri and I nearly cried out. He took a step back, a devilish smirk on his face.
"Ms. Swan, I never pegged you as a black lacy type."
"Hush!" He chuckled and I ran down my room. I opened my door and slowly closed it, My hands shaking and finally I felt my skin get red.
"Ms. Swan?" I looked up to see Chelsea coming out of my closet, the garment bag that contained my ball gown in her hands.
"Chelsea, you'll never believed what just happened..."
Aro's POV
I reached over and woke quickly to find that Ms. Swan was no longer lying next to me. But her scent, her flowery scent was still there.
"Master?" Demetri poked his head out of the master bath and I heard water running.
"Yes, Demetri?"
"I promise not to say a thing about Ms. Swan leaving your room this morning in her panties..." I smirked.
"I don't care if you do."
We avoided each other the rest of the day, Ms. Swan and I. Which was easy since the ball was tonight. I was busy going over the finishing touches to the manor and security and she was busy with the children. But when we did see each other, her eyes became heavy lidded and a beautiful blush would run across her cheeks and I struggled not to touch her skin. When we passed each other, our fingertips would brush up against each other and the spark flash heavy between us. But one message was clear, she was my date to the ball. I ran into my father in the final hours before the ball was about to start. Chelsea was fixing his tie and brushing his shoulders off. Upon seeing me, she bowed and left without a word.
"Do you think that nanny of yours would survive this ball?" he asked.
"I am confident that she will."
"Does she know how to waltz?" It was a tradition that my brothers and I were to start the ball with a waltz. She would only be the second woman I have done this dance with.
"I have yet to find out." The corner of his lips twitched. There was a knock and Demetri came in.
"Your brothers have arrived and some of the guests as well. I will direct them into the gardens."
"Thank you Demetri, tell my sons and our guests to be patient. My son has yet to get his partner and teach her the waltz."
"Yes, Master Volturi."