Rescue Ink

Carlisle Cullen is a pillar of the community. He's a humane veterinarian/philanthropist who owns an animal hospital and shelter. He's a loving husband, a devout father, and his three sons follow in his footsteps as well as on his Harley. They're tattooed bad boys who right the wrong to protect and save. They have hearts that fall in love with the blink of an eye. Well, except for the middle one, Edward.

Disclaimer: I own nothing Twilight.

A/N: I am still blessed with my Beta, Fran. She's my Queen; my comma commando. She's my security blanket. She's a good friend.

Rec alert: New story by a Newbie writer. Sister Karma by AbbyPratt

C'mon, everyone, let's give her a chance. Her first four chapters draw you in.

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Bella Swan is a rebellious teenager who can't seem to do anything right. Edward Cullen is a sweet country boy who can't seem to do anything wrong. Two worlds collide when Bella makes the biggest mistake of her life and is sent away to a youth rehabilitation center located at the Cullen farm.

Rec: What have we done? by ladylibre

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It's really good from Rosalie's perspective. I'm hooked.

Fed up with her family's mourning since leaving Bella behind, Rosalie returns to Forks to prove that the stupid human is just fine without them. But what she finds is not what she expected. And that will not do. **A canon-based, drabblish AU New Moon fic.

Rec: The Pain We Hide by lucky pessimist

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Very different plot bunny. Two chapters in, and I want more.

He was supposed to be meeting his new stepsister for the first time, but instead, he found himself looking into the eyes of the girl he once destroyed, all in order to maintain a reputation he didn't even want.

Chapter Fifty-two: Pointing out the obvious in Boston

BPOV

Once we arrive home, I place the kittens in our bathroom with a small litter box and bowls of dry food and water. They seem content as I pet their heads and tell them we won't be out long. Mignonne is at my feet quietly meowing with curiosity, while Lamb Chop lies down for a nap in the corner.

"You really think they know what you said?" Edward leans in the doorway with his arms across his chest giving me one of his smirky grins. He looks so good in a snug, forest-green Henley, and black fitted jeans. I think he did try to manage his wayward, bronze locks, but they fall over his forehead in soft waves below his brows.

"These are new surroundings, and it doesn't matter what I say, it's just the soft tone to reassure them, Edward," I plead. "Poor little things were purposely stuffed into that drain pipe by some sick person."

He sighs, "Probably some kids."

I look up at him. "You think?"

"Yeah." He shrugs.

After a quick shower, I quickly dress in a black, T-shirt tunic, black leggings, and ballet flats and I pile my hair into a high ponytail. Edward gives me the once-over and a kiss behind my ear. "You look great," he whispers in my ear.

I shiver and place my hands on my small bump. "Thanks." I hum, "So do you."

Edward didn't make any reservations for dinner. He wants me to choose, and I always want to go to Maspero's on Decatur for their overstuffed, corned beef sandwiches. The best part is that we live less than a mile away, so we walk through the Quarter.

His detour down Bourbon tells me he wants to stop at Lafitte's. I raise my eyebrows. "Beer?"

He smiles. "One to take as we walk."

We enter through one of the open doors of a small, stucco and brick bar. The brick continues throughout the inside with a huge, two-sided fireplace to one side and the wood bar and brick to the back and right. People sit and stand around in a darkened atmosphere lit by small, sterno candle lamps. The bar actually borrows electricity from the place next door. Yeah, it's that old.

Edward carries an Abita beer bottle in one hand while I hold my cranberry juice. Our free hands are entwined.

Twenty minutes later, we arrive in front of Jackson Square, where all the carriages and mules await prospective passengers. Edward has to inconspicuously examine every animal inconspicuously, reassuring himself that they're all healthy and strong.

"Want to take a ride after we eat?" he asks.

I admit, "If I'm too full, maybe they'll drop us home."

He squeezes me tight. "Maybe."

A few blocks down, we happily find that there is no line in the front of Maspero's. We walk through one of the rounded, brick archways, past the bevy of wooden square tables and chairs, and sit near two large windows that open like a door. Our waitress greets us with a welcoming smile, and our food comes quickly; the service is always speedy.

Soon I'm diving into my three-inch thick, corned beef sandwich, humming my pleasure.

Edward watches with great interest, ignoring his shrimp po'boy, bowl of gumbo, and plate of french fries. "You keep making those noises, and I won't be able to control my raging problem." He reaches under the table and moans with a pseudo, pouty face.

"Did you want me to handle that for you?" I blush and bite my lower lip.

"Maybe later." He smirks.

"Tease." I take another bite and chew with delight, batting my eyelashes.

After dinner, we pass the carriage rides and walk across the street to Cafe du Monde, and happily bring home a large bag filled with beignets. Edward kids, "Have some beignets with powdered sugar." Yeah, they overdo the sugar, but they're so good with chocolate milk. With great anticipation for what's inside the bag, we decide to walk home to make room for dessert and nix the ride.

We sit at the kitchen table and devour our pastries smothered in the finely ground sweetness. I have it all over my hands and face, but I don't care. A craving is a craving, and this satisfies my itch as I moan, licking my fingers clean.

"I don't know where you found the room to eat all of those," Edward announces as he looks into the bag. "You ate ten."

I frown. "You're counting?"

He shrugs. "Look, I'm happy that you're eating. The sandwich was huge; you ate most of my french fries and the beignets. Also, the two, tall glasses of chocolate milk and a sweet tea. I'd say the kids are jumping happily."

I grab my belly. "I don't know about happy, but they are jumping in there."

Edward rises and kneels near my stomach, placing his hands over me. He leans his head down and softly speaks, "You guys have room in there? Your mama did a good job at dinner."

I lightly smack his shoulder. "Really?"

He smiles with his hands up. "I've missed 'us,' Bella."

I frown. "We're always together."

He shakes his head. "Yeah, but tonight was nice."

I smile. "Yeah, take me to Maspero's, and I'm a happy camper!"

"Yeah, you love their corned beef," he taunts.

I tease, "You didn't seem to have too much problem after you started eating."

"My chewing drowned out your moans, and I settled down."

*RI*

I carefully open the bathroom door and find all the animals fast asleep. Mignonne is the little mama curled up around Ma chérie and Cadeau, while Lamb Chop sprawls out under the sink.

Edward walks in and carries Lamb Chop out as I close the door.

"I'm going to take LC into the courtyard."

"Edward, you can take him for a walk. I'm fine," I say.

"To be honest, I did enough walking. Let me take him out, and I'll meet you in bed."

She nods. "Okay."

EPOV

By the time I bring Lamb Chop inside and make it back into the bedroom, I find Bella out cold. I place my tired pup at the foot of the bed, get undressed down to my boxers, crawl in, wrap myself around my girl, and hope that the next few days will move quickly. I want to take some alone time in Boston with Bella.

According to plan, the next few days run very smooth to the groove. While Jasper, Emmett and I settle everything with the compound construction, the office schedule, and our patients, we leave Dad with a limited amount of work. He says he's going to do Mom on every available surface. The three of us groan and think about ordering new furniture.

On the plane, I sit with my brothers, as the girls finish up all the folders. Jasper bounces in his seat.

Emmett kids Jasper, "What? Do you have to take a …"

Jasper gives him the dead eye. "Jesus, Emmett. I'm reading about Tennessee creating an animal abuser registry. Let me read this to you: The registry—created by the Tennessee Animal Abuser Registration Act signed by Gov. Bill Haslam on May 8—charges the Tennessee Bureau of Investigation (TBI) with posting a list of individuals convicted of aggravated animal cruelty, felony animal fighting, bestiality and related offenses, and cruelty to animals. The Act defines "animal" as companion animals—specifically dogs and cats—and excludes livestock. This was implemented in 2016. Did you know this, Edward?"

I shake my head. "No, I didn't. This is another important aspect of eliminating abuse. If we have a list of known predators, then we're one step ahead of their game. They can never adopt an animal since we will now have ready accessibility to these criminals."

Jasper continues, "Let me read on: Many studies in psychology, sociology, and criminology have demonstrated that violent offenders frequently have childhood and adolescent histories of serious and repeated animal cruelty. Additionally, mental health professionals and top law enforcement officials consider the blatant disregard for life and suffering evidenced by all forms of cruelty to animals to be an unquestionable warning

sign. In fact, the American Psychiatric Association identifies cruelty to animals as one of the diagnostic criteria for conduct disorders; and the FBI uses reports of animal cruelty in analyzing the threat potential to be valuable in tracking people who engage in illegal animal fighting, such as those of suspected and known criminals.

In addition, such registries on cockfighting and dog fighting; hoarders; and those who run puppy mills. So, if these lowlifes can disregard the violence to animals, there is potential for them to harm another human being."

"Yeah, this needs to be added to each file."

"There are nine other states with legislation pending."

Emmett frowns. "Then, ten to one, anyone of these sickos could beat their girlfriend or wife."

Jasper sighs, "Pretty much. And we thought we were only saving animals."

I groan, "It's a vicious circle."

"Look, if they're trafficking dogs, then they could be slaving women, too," Jasper mumbles. "This is bigger than we could ever imagine. Wait; remember when Annie Mae helped us find Alice and Bella?"

I recall, "All those girls."

"Jesus, I didn't put two and two together."

"My mind was on our girls."

"Edward, this has to go through," he implores.

Emmett proudly smirks, "My brothers are gonna save the world."

Jasper pokes Emmett, "And you house it."

We laugh.

We rush through the gates and are met by Juan's assistant, Francesca. She's a tiny, little woman with dark hair pulled tightly into a bun, large, red overly painted lips and thick, black eyeliner. She greets us with a huge smile and tight hugs. She barely reaches my chest.

With a thick Boston accent, she smiles up at me, holding my hands, "You have got to be Edwahd." She stares at Bella. "And his gohgeous wife. Juan didn't mention you were pregnant." She looks at Alice and Rosalie and giggles. "Ooo, you Cullen men are busy beavahs." She slaps my arm, and I step back. "Okay, my cah is over heah."

We follow her to her cah, her Lincoln Town Car is comfortable and cushy. As she maneuvers out of Logan Airport, she cuts someone off. Yeah, my only problem is that Francesca can barely see over the wheel as she swerves through the midday, Boston traffic. By the time we arrive at the hotel, I can see Emmett is sheet white. Jasper seems to be quite amused by all of this, but the girls are green around the gills. I hold Bella's hand as she exits the car.

"You okay?" I ask.

Bella giggles and whispers in my ear, "I'm fine, but I swore the three of us were going to give birth on that last corner."

We all pile out of the car in the front of the Downtown Boston/Faneuil Hall Hilton. Its multi-inlay archway of brick, and massive, overhead windows speaks history. We slowly enter through the revolving door, after Emmett took a few spins.

The front desk is all cherry wood from the background to the reception desk lit by runner lights under the countertops and three-layered trumpet sconces on each column. Its golden ceiling mural depicts Atlas holding up the world in downtown Boston. Bella's mouth is wide open with her head leaning back.

We reach our rooms and agree to meet within the hour.

Bella runs to the bathroom as I look at the brochures of things to do.

"Bella, after the meeting would you like to go sightseeing? There's so much to do in the area," I call out.

She walks back into the room all smiles. "That would be great. Let's call Rose and Alice and see if they want to do that."

I huff, "I thought we would go by ourselves."

She stares at me. "But we're all here together."

"We're always together. Either work, home or going out. I just thought we could make this alone time," I explain.

She frowns. "But that would be rude."

"Bella, I just want to be with you."

"Okay, is this why you've been rather distant with the family?" she asks with a slight stomp of her foot.

"I just would like to explore Boston with my wife."

"Well, maybe I'd like it if we all go together and not hurt anyone's feelings," she pleads with an extra edge.

"I don't see what the problem is," I state.

And Bella lets loose, "No, you wouldn't see. You never want to see your family."

"I jus…"

She interrupts me, "You just what? Want to be alone? C'mon, Edward, you're always complaining about Emmett or Jasper or your father expects too much or your mother tries to manipulate. Maybe, I like your family. Maybe I love being around them. I didn't have that luxury growing up. A mom who cared about me not one who thought I would seduce her husband or her husband try to get into my pants. They all love you, us. They want us around. And you fight them all the time.

Why?

Believe me; I never knew that kind of love until Annie Mae. God, she lost her husband and lost her world. Then, we found one another. Now, I have this big ass family that I can't get enough of, and you want to take them away from me. I have brothers now." She smiles and cries. "They're funny and sweet. Yes, Emmett can be annoying, but it comes from his heart. I never had a heart given to me so easily. And Alice and Rose - sisters. We do girlie things together, and I trust them. Your mom is a mom. She helps me, Edward. She's taught me so much. And to have your dad look at me as a daughter not a piece of meat is …" She closes her eyes. "Is welcoming. He gives me security, not fear. I love you with all of my heart. I'm having your babies. So, get over yourself and see what's around you."

And after her rant, she runs out the door, leaving me alone.

*RI*

Wow, go Bella! Do you think she has felt this way for awhile?

Interpreting the Boston accent:

Edwahd is Edward

Gohgeous is gorgeous

Beavahs is beavers

Cah is car…. Yeah, we're not good with the "Rs"... ah!

*And thank you, (DICATAKADD) for informing me about Tennessee's animal abuse registry.*

*RI*

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