THE OTHER WOMAN
DISCLAIMER: STEPHENIE MEYER OWNS IT ALL.
November 26, 2015
EDWARD
I hum the slow jazz tune playing on the music system and use thin brush strokes to make the outline of the building. I missed painting. It had been a while since I had entered my painting room. I finally have a day off when I don't have work lined up.
I check the time on the clock and it's almost ten in the morning. I chuckle to myself. My girl is still fast asleep. She has had a busy week; she's bound to be tired. Plus, I didn't let her sleep a lot last night. It's not my fault that it's been seven days since we have spent the whole night together.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I answer it with my Bluetooth headset.
"Edward Cullen." I greet the person, not knowing who is on the other line.
"Cullen, Happy Thanksgiving!" Karen greets enthusiastically and I smile.
"Happy Thanksgiving, sweetheart."
"Did you get the photo I sent you yesterday?"
"I did, thank you so much. I had it printed, and its right in front of me."
"God, you're fast. You had me going to that damn planetarium at eight in the evening last night."
I laugh. "I'm sorry. I urgently needed that picture."
"Are—Are you painting?" She asks cautiously, worried that I might lash out at her. I usually do when people talk about my private hobbies. My close friends know which topics I'm sensitive about.
"Yes, I have some time for myself," I say and sigh softly. "I have been meaning to complete this cityscape for a while now."
"Oh, that's nice." I can hear the surprise in her voice. I used to respond rudely when somebody asked about painting. But, being with Bella has changed me in more ways than possible.
"Where's Benji?"
"He went to pick up his parents from the airport. We're hosting Thanksgiving this year."
"That's wonderful. What about your folks?"
"They came last night. How's Bella?"
A smile curves on my lips. "My Bella is perfect, as always."
"She sent us pictures from your Dubai trip. It looked like you had a lot of fun."
"We did."
"You guys were all over the magazines! Especially Bella. She looked hot in those beach pictures."
I roll my eyes. "Great, thank you. The whole fucking world saw my girlfriend dressed in teeny bikinis."
She laughs on the other line. "Come on, it has its perks."
"What perks exactly?"
"It's better to be recognized than to be invisible."
"Bella loves to remain invisible, but she is so beautiful, the media takes notice. They are interested to know everything that goes on in her life."
"I know."
"She had a meltdown last week on our way to Dubai about this. I can't lose her because of the attention she gets. I've had girlfriends in the past who were complete famewhores. They would attend all the ceremonies I was invited to and make me pull strings to get them into different fashion shows. They loved how people easily recognized them. Bella hates it. I love her so much. I don't want her to leave me because of the paparazzi."
"I haven't met Bella in person but I can tell that she absolutely adores you. Don't worry about her leaving you. You guys are going to be fine." Karen says and I sigh.
"I hope so."
"Now don't be so depressed on Thanksgiving. Where is she? I want to speak to her."
I chuckle. "She's still asleep."
"What? It's fifteen past ten."
"Well, we had a long night." I say coyly and can practically imagine Karen rolling her eyes.
"Of course you did, silly me. You always have big nights. I'll leave you be then. Talk to you later. Send Bella my regards."
"I will, Karen. Tell Benji Happy Thanksgiving from Bella and me."
"Will do. Bye!"
"Bye." I smile and end the call.
I resume my work at hand and take reference from the print in front of me to paint the cityscape. I drink my juice and enjoy the music as I try to complete the painting today. I don't think I can, but I'll give it a try.
About thirty minutes later, there is a shy knock on the door. I smile. She is up.
"Come in."
The door opens and Bella peeks in my direction before entering. She gently closes the door and I can't take my eyes off her. She is wearing nothing but my hoodie and a pair of panties and her hair is a disheveled mess. She stifles a yawn and walks in my direction. I put my supplies away and grin, staring at her adorable form.
Once she is within reach, I wrap her in my arms and tightly hug her. I lift her and tighten my arms around her. I bury my face against her sweet smelling hair and close my eyes. Her arms wind around my neck and she snuggles closer to me.
"Good morning, beautiful." I say in a feather soft voice and she sighs.
"I missed this. I missed being in your arms every morning after waking up." She mumbles and I smile.
"Me too, love."
She pulls back, and I set her down on her feet. She kisses my cheek and gives me a cute smile.
"Good morning, handsome. How did you sleep?"
"The best I have for the past seven days." I whisper and pull her flush against me. She blushes and strokes my cheek.
"I can see that," She frowns softly. "Why didn't you wake me up? It's almost eleven."
"You were tired, my love. And we were up until late last night."
She flushes even more and bites her bottom lip. "Last night was fun. Maybe I should come over once a week."
"No!" I pout and hug her again. "Don't talk about leaving."
"Okay, okay," She buries her face against the curve of my neck and takes a deep breath. "You smell like paint."
"I'll take another shower."
"Hmm." She releases me and wipes the speckle of paint from the side of my neck.
"Do you want to have brunch? I can ask Mrs. Cope to whip something up real quick."
"No, thank you. I have a lot of work to do," She mutters and pulls out her phone from the pocket of the hoodie. "Do you mind if I stay here for a couple of minutes?"
"Take your time, baby."
"And where's my kiss, Cullen?"
"You are a demanding little thing aren't you?"
Bella giggles and I sweep her into my arms. I smile and crash my lips against hers. I give her a searing kiss which leaves her panting for breath few minutes later. I steady her and offer an impish grin. Her cheeks turn red and she gives me a chaste kiss before unlocking her phone.
She checks her emails and reads an attachment that was sent to her from the vendor who sells her books at discounted rates for the bookstore. She seems pissed off about something but I can't understand what she is muttering to herself about.
Following that, she skims through the email Edythe, her agent sent her about the responses from various publishing houses. She gets angrier with every passing moment. I try to focus on my painting but can't help watch her pace back and forth wearing that little hoodie. I can see the outline of her panties and it's incredibly sexy. But, I don't think Bella is in the mood for sex right now.
"You know, I'm just going to call that damn guy!" Bella sighs with an annoyed expression on her face.
"Baby, it's Thanksgiving."
"He is Brazilian. I don't think he celebrates Thanksgiving."
I chuckle. "Then please call him."
Bella shakily dials his number and runs a hand through her silky hair. She taps her foot as she waits for him to answer. She straightens up when the call is answered.
"Hi, this is Bella Swan. Am I speaking to Miguel Luis?" She asks in a clipped tone. "I received your attachment with the quotations you sent me and the rates seem 20% higher than what our agreed deal is… I know there has been a shortage… Yes, but my store is getting reconstructed, sir!... Of course I do… Well, you never sent the invoice… Fine, I will by Monday… What does that have to…?" Her sentence trails off as she frowns softly.
"Yes he is," Her eyes flicker to me for a fraction of second and then she casts her eyes away. "Well, I don't care if he is my boyfriend! We had a deal for $8000… No, I don't want your explanation!"
"Love, it's a small number. Let it g—" I stop short when she shoots me a death glare. I gulp and mind my own business.
Bella goes on to give him an earful about cost cutting and why she would only pay him $8000. The man on the other line seems quite rigid but my girlfriend is not backing down either. Wow, she is good at this. And it's kind of hot.
Ten minutes later she hangs up and sighs deeply.
"This guy is such a dick! I don't know how he found out that you are my boyfriend and suddenly, he increased his rates for the books saying that I have a rich boyfriend. I'm not buying those books from your money! What kind of an idiot does that?"
"I don't know, baby." I mumble quietly and she shakes her head.
"I need to find a different vendor. I'm going to call Edythe now."
God, save the agent.
Bella is calm at the beginning as she gathers detailed reviews about what the publishing houses thought about her book. Her face turns red with fury and she clenches her fist as she listens intently. I sit on the stool and cross my arms over my chest as I wait for her to react to what she is hearing.
"I'm sorry, Edythe but I will not change the theme of my book just because that woman doesn't find it appealing… It doesn't matter to me how much experience she has… I think I'm going to pass on that offer… No, it isn't… Well, that's just because my boyfriend's famous… Then don't answer her and don't even send me responses from such pricks again… Somebody will like the draft, hopefully… I'm sorry for yelling at you… Yeah, you too… Bye."
Bella hangs up and her eyes immediately lock with mine. She marches in my direction and I open my arms for her. She hugs me hard and sits astride my lap. I sigh and kiss her hair.
"Edward?"
"Yes, my love?"
"Do you think anybody will like my book?" She asks in a small voice and rests her head on my shoulder.
"Of course, baby. People will love your book. And rejection is a part of the process. Somebody will love your; they can't all be stupid."
She giggles and I smile at that sound. I peck her lips and she closes her eyes. "I hope so. I have work to do and then make the desserts. I don't think we can reach your parents' place before five. I really wanted to help them. Maybe next year…" She mumbles to herself.
I stroke her hair and her eyes flutter open. "You can work tomorrow morning, love. It's Thanksgiving. I know how much you love to cook for everyone and you will feel bad if you don't help them today in the kitchen. You told me that this is your first Thanksgiving with a big family. Then why are you wasting it by working?"
"You're right. Of course you're right," She smiles and presses her lips against mine for a kiss. I pull her closer and feel her body gradually relaxing. We pull back few minutes later and she offers me a shy smile. "Thank you, honey."
I smile. "Why don't you take a nice warm bath and then get started on the pies? Mrs. Cope was desperately waiting for you to wake up."
Bella laughs her bell-like laughter and I chuckle. "I'd better hurry then."
"Hmm."
My lips lock with hers again and she sighs softly. Her arms wrap around my neck and she deepens our kiss. I graze my hands against her thighs and lift the hoodie a little. I fiddle with the waistband of her panties and she breaks our kiss. I plant soft kisses from her lips down to her slender neck. She moans softly and tilts her neck to give me better access.
"Edward, there is no time."
"This won't take long." I mumble and she smiles.
"Right."
Bella cradles my face and gives me a soft kiss. I pout and she scoots her behind over my erection. I hold her tightly and she rolls her eyes.
"You have a big appetite, Cullen. And I'm too tired from last night. Go figure."
"Bella!" I whine and she gets off my lap.
"Bye, sweetheart." She winks at me and saunters out of the room, leaving me hard and horny.
She can be such a tease sometimes.
I run a hand through my wet hair and step inside my walk-in closet. I go straight to one of the drawers where I have the velvet box. I open it and thoughtfully gaze at it. I hope Bella likes it. I hope she doesn't say no. Plus, it's Thanksgiving. I think she'll be in better spirits tonight.
I carry the box to the bedroom and stash in the drawer of my coffee machine table. I return to my closet and take off my towel. I put on my boxers and a pair of dark wash jeans. I don a white shirt and as I'm buttoning it up, my phone rings.
I go over to my nightstand and see its Julie. I sigh. I was very clear that I won't be answering work calls. I accept the call anyway.
"What?" I snap angrily and wedge the phone between my ear and shoulder as I continue doing the buttons.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Cullen. I'm extremely sorry to disturb you but Eleazar Denali has been trying to reach you since Monday and he called my personal number and asked me to leave a message for you. He wants you to give him a call."
Fuck, fuck!
"Alright, thank you, Julie. I'll look into it. Happy Thanksgiving."
"You too, sir."
I hurl the phone on the bed and go back to the closet. I tuck my shirt in and quickly pull on my gray cashmere V-neck sweater. I run a hand through my hair and shake my head. My hair is a lost cause. I grab my phone and march over to my study. I slam the door shut and sit in my chair. I call Eleazar Denali.
"Edward, good afternoon. How are you?"
"What do you want?" I ask icily and I'm sure he can hear the disgust in my voice.
"I uh, kind of need to have a private conversation with you about something very important. Do you have time tonight?"
"You know I don't." I snap and close my eyes, trying not to get irritated.
"Right you must be about to leave for your Thanksgiving dinner," He murmurs to himself. "Well no worries, I'll drop by at your office on Monday."
How can he even think I'd let him enter my office premises? Old jackass.
"I'll have you thrown out again, Eleazar. Tell me what the fuck is going on." I say, not really interested to find out what he wants to tell me.
"It's a very delicate issue—"
"Say it."
"Tanya's pregnant."
I pale. Tanya. Is. Pregnant. July, August, September, October, November. No, no, no, no! It's not possible. Fuck, it's not possible! I saw her in September, and she didn't look pregnant. I recall an incident that happened in September.
My eyes widen when I see the amount of cocaine found in her system. I frown when I see the reason for her discharge is not mentioned. I look at Matt.
"Who gave this to you?"
"The receptionist."
"Tell Dr. Lee to give me a call tomorrow morning." I say firmly and he nods.
Dr. Lee never gave me a call. Tanya was discharged from rehab but the reason was that she was pregnant. She couldn't have been showing in September, she was only three months along. Shut the fuck up, that baby is not mine! I feel lightheaded. I need a drink. Or a smoke. I can't have a baby with that evil woman.
Bella.
Oh fuck. Bella will leave me forever. She is going to hate me. Oh fuck, she is going to hate me. I hate myself right now. Why the fuck was I not careful?! I don't want that baby. I want my Bella. I can't tell her about this.
"Edward? Edward, are you listening?"
I find my voice again. "Yes."
"She is pregnant with twins."
Twins. Twins. July, August, September, October, November.
My hands turn shaky and I gulp.
"How far along is she?" I ask calmly and hear him sigh on the other line. July, August, September, October, November.
"Sixteen weeks." July, August, September, October, November.
There is a beat of silence and I realize those babies aren't mine.
"Just a second, Eleazar." I mutter and put the phone down. I bury my face in my hands and let out a huge sigh of relief. They aren't mine, they aren't mine. Oh thank god, they aren't mine. Jesus Christ, I thought I was going to combust few seconds ago. I compose myself and lift my phone. Now I am fine.
"They aren't mine." I snap angrily and he exhales heavily on the other line.
"I know but Tanya is not ready to believe that. She thinks you are the father. If you could just take paternity tests—"
"How the fuck can you ask me to do that?!" I roar, not believing he has the audacity to ask me something like this. "They're not my fucking children! Have you lost it?"
"Edward, just try to—"
"No!" I say sharply. "If your daughter can't understand that those babies aren't mine, it's her own stupid fault. Try to get her to a psychologist or a counselor. And if she comes near my girlfriend again, you have no idea what I'll do."
"Still with that one, huh? I'm surprised you haven't skipped to another woman by now."
My eyes darken and I glare daggers at my desk. "Your daughter skipped to six different men while she was with me. You want somebody to take those paternity tests? Ask Alistair Raymond. He was fucking her all the time. Those are his children."
"It's a real shame you didn't give Tanya another chance." He says, my words having no effect on him. Pathetic motherfucker.
"Who? That drug-sniffing psycho who does nothing for a living? No, thank you."
"Edward, I really need your help with this. My business is already in jeopardy. I can't watch my daughter cry about you all the time."
"You betrayed my family and now you call for help?! How can you think that I would help a stupid shit like you? And why the fuck is she crying about me? Don't you have enough money to help her? Or does she miss my money now?"
"It's not about the money, Edward. She really loves you." I can hear the irritation in his voice.
"Oh, does she?" I laugh hollowly. "That's a good lie. Tell her to say that in the court once we meet again."
"Wh—"
"I haven't finished," I cut him off angrily. "People know what shit she tried to pull two months ago. Everyone knows Bella and I have been together since July. People know that your daughter is a fucking slut who had a relationship with a married man her father's age. She can try to do whatever she wants, but it's going to be a waste of time and money. I have expensive lawyers; I have publicists who will tear her reputation to pieces in a matter of seconds. Make sure she is within her limits. Don't you dare to call me again!" I end the call and slam the phone on the desk.
I groan softly and take deep breaths. I growl angry when there is a knock on the door.
"I'm not answering the door right now!" I yell in a deafening volume and clench my fists. There is silence for a couple of seconds before somebody knocks again.
I stand up, sulking in rage and stomp over to the door. I open it and Matt gulps looking at my murderous expression. I glare at him and put my hands in my pockets.
"What did I say, Matt?" I ask calmly but my voice is flat and incredibly edgy.
"Um, Mr. Cullen, security found a man lurking by Ms. Swan's apartment early this morning. He left his card and a letter on the doorstep. He waited for one hour and twelve minutes before he left."
I sigh. "Where did he go?"
"The airport. We have a photo," He retrieves a paper from his jacket and passes it to me. "Security decided to run it by you before giving the information to Zidek."
I frown softly and unfold the photo. My breathing catches in my throat and I groan internally. Not him. Not now.
"It's Bella's father. I'll let Zidek know. Give me his card and the letter."
Matt nods and passes me the essentials.
"Thank you, Matt." I nod and he leaves.
I close the door with a bang and sit in my chair again. I hold my head in my hands and stare at the card, letter and photo in front of me. What am I going to do with this man? I don't know if Bella wants to meet him. What if Jacob wants to meet his father? God, what the fuck am I going to do? Should I tell Bella about this? I shouldn't tell her today.
I remember that every time she speaks about him, I hear nothing but disgust for that man.
"It's been exactly twenty-three years since he left." She whispered incredulously as I rocked her in my arms. I could feel how surprised and scared she was.
"I know. It's going to be fine. Do you want to talk to him?"
"Never. I hate him so much." She said with repulsion and I in turn, hugged her tighter to me.
Nope. I can't tell her tonight.
I stash everything in one of the drawers and run my hands wildly through my hair. I need to call Zidek. I call him and he answers instantly.
"Mr. Cullen."
"Zidek, Charlie Swan was seen at Bella's apartment. I need you to send somebody after him to tell him, very politely, to stay the fuck away from Bella and her brother Jacob."
"Yes, sir."
"What about Riley? I need that piece of shit in Rehab soon."
"I checked into his previous job and found out that he quit five months ago."
I nod and then frown softly. "Wait a minute, five months ago?"
"Yes, Mr. Cullen. His last report date was on June 30."
Fuck. I remember Bella and that fucker had a date two days after we met. Bella and I met on July 09. I went to her table after Riley had left that night. She told me that he had an urgent meeting. Why the fuck was he lying?
I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes. This is a lot to take in today. Eleazar, Tanya, Charlie and Riley. This is all I can take.
"Zidek, I need answers. Where the fuck is he?"
"We um, traced him to Louisiana. He sold that diamond bracelet so we easily tracked him until then," He pauses and I sigh impatiently.
"But…?" My words trail off as I try to understand what the problem is.
"We lost him."
My eyes snap open and I want to beat the shit out of someone.
"You fucking what?! How could you make this mistake! All you had to do was to get that dipshit back to Seattle. You could've tracked him as soon as he sold the bracelet. He has a fucking gun! Find out where the fuck he bought that gun and I need his location am I clear?!"
"Sir."
I hang up and put the phone away. I close my eyes and exhale loudly. This day has become exhausting already. What the fuck is Riley trying to do? He wants my Bella, doesn't he? I can't give him that. She is my everything. I have to get him locked up so that Bella will be safe to go wherever she wants. I want her to feel comforted, happy and protected.
There is a knock on the door and I sigh tiredly. I don't answer and hear another knock.
"Edward? Honey, do you have a minute?"
I open my eyes and compose my face. I inhale a lungful of air and run a hand through my hair.
"Sure, come in."
The door opens and Bella shyly steps inside. My heart melts staring at her gorgeous smile. I smile back and drink in the sight of her. She is dressed in a jacquard black and white sweater, tucked under a pair of black trousers and matched with suede black pumps. She looks very elegant and classy.
"You look so beautiful, love." I say gently and on cue, she blushes a brilliant red shade.
I finally take my eyes off her face and notice she is holding a tiny tray in her hands. I frown and watch her put it on the table. My vision is obscured when she sits astride my lap. I smile and draw her closer. She winds her arms around my neck and presses her lips against mine for a sweet kiss. She deepens our kiss and I moan against her mouth.
"Chocolate, yum." I peck her lips and she giggles.
"Well, I made pies and somebody from security has them in the car as we make-out," I chuckle. "And I wasn't sure how they tasted so I brought samples for you."
My eyes light up like the fourth of July and I passionately crash my lips against hers. God, I love her so much. We make out furiously until Bella eventually pulls back. She breathlessly stares at me and shakes her head in exasperation.
"You are crazy about food." She pecks my cheek and I shake my head.
"I'm crazy about the food you make." I point out and she kisses my lips soundly.
"Okay, let's taste test."
She twists from her position and grabs the first plate. It's pumpkin pie; a classic dessert for Thanksgiving. She feeds me a piece and I chew it, tasting the sweet pumpkin flavors with a hint of pecan. It's heavenly. The whipped cream on top and the perfect crust just makes it all scrumptious.
"It's delicious, Bella. It can't be any better than this. It's amazing. Thank you."
I peck her lips and she flushes from the compliment. She takes a bite herself and nods thoughtfully.
"Not bad." She mumbles and I roll my eyes. It's better than that.
I eat the rest of the portion and Bella puts the empty plate down. She grabs the second one and turns in my direction. My mouth waters gazing at the delicious pie in front of me. Its chocolate pie but I smell a hint of coffee. That's different.
"Chocolate pie?" I ask curiously and she nods.
"It's chocolate mocha cream pie."
"It looks so fucking good." I murmur.
Bella takes a spoonful of pie from the plate and brings it closer to my lips. I open my mouth but she quickly turns the spoon in her direction and eats the pie. She moans softly and chews happily. I pout and she offers me a teasing smile. She grabs another spoonful and I open my mouth but she eats again.
"Bella!" I whine and cross my arms over my chest.
She laughs and swallows her dessert. "Oh baby, I'm sorry. You're so cute. Here."
She finally lets me eat the pie and oh my god, it's heavenly. The chocolate melts in my mouth and I finish the leftovers at lightning speed. I put the empty plate on the desk and look at my girlfriend.
"Damn woman, you can bake," I give her a chaste kiss. "It was the best pie I've ever eaten. Ever. I'm so thankful you saved me a portion. It's going to vanish within seconds at mom and dad's."
Her face turns red, and she pecks my lips. "Sure sure. Shall we leave now? I would love to offer to help your mom with dinner."
"Yes."
I help her off my lap and she takes hold of the tray.
"Honey, what about Mrs. Cope?" She asks with concern and I smile.
"Don't worry, love. She has plans."
"But, she mentioned that her son was going on vacation this Thanksgiving. Isn't that awful? She can't spend tonight with her family."
"I know, baby. I invited her to celebrate with us but she agreed to go to Matt's place for dinner. Maria and Matt called and invited her last week. Plus, Ness loves to play with Mrs. Cope."
Bella sighs with relief. "That's great."
"Let's get going now. I'll collect our coats, okay?"
"Sure, I'll put this away and be back." I kiss the top of her head and she gives me a soft smile.
I hope we have a good time tonight.
Bella and I take off our coats and scarves and hand them to the housekeeper. She greets us warmly and we offer her polite smile. Bella wraps her arms around me from the cold and I kiss her hair. I rub her back and quickly shut the door.
It might start snowing soon. The weather reports suggested that it's going to snow comparatively more than it has in the last twelve years. I can't wait to see some good snowfall. Fuck, I need to get my Christmas surprise ready for Bella. God, I completely forgot about that.
We walk towards the great room and I grin. It smells like Thanksgiving. I inhale the aroma of spices and the turkey and stuffing combination. It's probably in the oven. Bella is barely able to contain her excitement in my arms and she unwraps herself from around me. I peck her lips and motion for her to leave. She giggles and literally skips over to where the kitchen is.
She is so adorable.
I walk to the family room and find dad watching football and Alice is sitting next to him, flipping through a fashion magazine. Will and Alex are busy playing pool and I wonder where Emmett and Rosalie are. Are they here yet? Bella and I are late because she baked the pies but I'm sure Rosalie is bringing nothing but her nasty attitude.
Alice catches my eye and gracefully saunters over to me. She hugs me tightly and I smile, hugging her back. I kiss her hair and she grins at me.
"You're late but I'm glad you're here! Where's Bella?"
"In the kitchen."
"Great. I'll go see her!"
She kisses my cheek and walks out of the room.
"Hi, dad." I say and dad waves at me. I turn to my cousins. "Hello, guys."
"Edward, we're in an important match." Will says and I walk over to them.
"Great."
Alex is taking a shot but the angle of his legs is not aligning with his shoulders. He is going to miss it. Will questions me with his eyes about the shot and I shake my head. He grins and we watch Alex take a shot but he misses it entirely, as I predicted. Will laughs enthusiastically and winks at me.
"Fuck yeah!"
"Edward!" Alex whines and holds up the cue stick in my direction.
I take it from him and smirk at Will. His smile falters a little as he aims for a red ball and misses it by a very close fraction. He curses under his breath and sighs. I lean in and stare at the four balls as I chalk up the cue.
"Alex, you're solid right?" I ask softly.
"Yep, I'm solid."
I laugh and shake my head. What is it with him and solids, I'll never know. I gaze at the two solid balls, one stripe and the number 8 ball. Oh, Alex is so close to losing this match. I make quick work of shooting the yellow and blue ones into the pocket. Will sighs and I chuckle. I look at Alex and smile.
"How much is the bet for?"
"Two thousand."
My eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
"God, you guys are such brats. Two thousand dollars for a game?"
"Shut up, Edward." They said in unison and I snort.
"Alright Alex, I want one thousand."
"You got it." He replies instantly.
"Top left." I say softly and aim the eight ball for the top left pocket.
My eyes flicker to the doorway for a moment and I find Bella sexily leaning against the door with her hands in her pockets. Her brown eyes are filled with awe and a curious smile is graced on her lovely face. God, she is so beautiful. She bites her bottom lip and my eyes darken. I want to go over and kiss her.
"No, no, no! Bella, stop distracting him!" Alex yells in a panic and I laugh softly. "I don't want to lose my money."
Will rushes over to where Bella is and drags her in our direction. Her hand briefly touches my back before she stands behind me.
"Will, what are you doing?" Alex hisses angrily and Will laughs.
"Well, I don't want to lose my money either. Bella will make him lose focus."
"Bella, don't distract him." Alex begs and I roll my eyes.
"Shut the fuck up, Alex. She is not distracting me." I mutter and Bella giggles.
"I'm not. He is very good at this game, you'll be fine Alex." She leans forward and kisses my cheek. I smile and adjust my aim again. I hit the ball and it gracefully topples inside the top left pocket. Alex cheers behind me and I can hear him bickering with Will.
I put the stick away and wrap my arms around my girlfriend. Bella smiles and winds her arms around my neck. I press my lips against hers for a soft kiss.
"You look very hot when you play pool." She murmurs breathlessly as her hand caresses my face.
"Really? How long were you ogling me for?"
She laughs. "Long enough to know that you helped Alex win. I actually came here to tell Will that Jane is looking for him but you distracted me."
I touch my forehead to hers and stroke her cheek.
"I'm sorry for being a distraction, Ms. Swan."
"Well, you'll have to teach me how to play sometime."
"Your wish is my command."
"I'll hold you to that."
"We have a pool table at home, I'll teach you once we have some alone time."
She blushes and nods at me. "That'd be great."
I kiss her nose and she giggles like she always does. I chuckle watching her laugh. She is precious. I hear a distinctive click sound and release Bella from my arms. I find Alex with a camera in his hands and a sheepish smile on his face. I glare at him and hear Bella laughing against me.
"Alright, what the hell is the matter with you? Why do you keep taking our picture?"
"Because pictures bring back memories. You'll look at them ten years from now, and be happy I took them dumbass. Jeez, I thought you were smart." He mutters under his breath.
"I saved your thousand bucks tonight. Be a little grateful."
"It wasn't a big deal." He mumbles and shrugs. I grab the cue stick in my hand and start marching over to him.
"Not a big deal, huh?"
Alex gazes at me in shock and his eyes widen. He starts backing away as I walk towards him. He turns and sprints out of the room and I follow him. I'm going to beat the shit out of him today. Stupid little brat.
"Edward? Can I speak to you for a moment?" I hear Rosalie ask and I know she is standing not far from us. I take a shot to break the rack and send two solid balls into different pockets. Emmett sighs behind me and I chuckle.
"Why the fuck are you always so lucky?" He asks and I shrug towards him. I pass the cue stick to Will and walk over to Rosalie.
"Yes?" I ask politely and she relaxes a little.
"Can I speak to you in private for a minute?"
Her question takes me off guard. I thoughtfully stare at her for a moment and notice she seems desperate to talk to me. I wonder what the hell is wrong. I nod at her and her lips form into a smile. Wow, Rosalie is smiling. That's new.
I look over at dad. "Dad, can Rosalie and I talk in your study?"
Dad does a double take in our direction and nods. "Sure, of course."
We walk down the hallway and I open the second door on the left. Dad's study is quite intimidating. Back in Chicago, we were forbidden to enter it as kids. I still feel weird entering it.
I sit on the nearest couch and Rosalie occupies the armchair across from me.
"Speak." I whisper and run a hand through my hair.
"I just have a small problem that I need to talk to you about."
"What is it? Is it about your test results from two weeks ago?"
"Not about that. The reports were negative," Rosalie mumbles and her blue eyes look anxious. "Royce called last night."
I immediately stand up and glare in her direction. She shakes her head and speaks up. "It's not what you think it is. Please sit." She says softly and I sit in my chair again.
"What did he want?"
"He wants to meet with me."
"Why? Did he run out of money to buy cheap rum?" I snap harshly and she flinches.
"I don't know what he wants to talk about."
"When was the last time you spoke to him?"
"Eighteen months ago."
I gaze at her in shock. "That's the time after your second—"
"Yes, yes, I know! But, I couldn't help it!"
Rosalie groans and buries her face in her hands. I cross my right leg at the ankle over my knee and wait for her to look at me. She expects me to help her? I rest my arm on the arm of the couch and run my index finger over my bottom lip. How can I help this woman?
I should handle this calmly.
"Rose, what else did he say?"
Rosalie looks at me and nervously plays with her hair. "He said that his wife won't let his kids meet with him. He was very drunk."
"I'm surprised you didn't offer him money," I say dryly and she sighs. I roll my eyes. "What do you want me to do?"
"Could you help me put a restraining order on him?"
I chuckle humorlessly. "Ironically, your husband is a lawyer."
"I—I can't tell him about this."
My smile vanishes and I glower at her. "One month. You have one month. We spoke about this on September 21 and it's now November 26. Remember that."
"I know, I'll talk to him." She lets out a shaky breath. "Please, help me with this Royce situation."
"I can't, Rose," I say softly and shake my head. "Not unless you tell Emmett because you need a strong reason to get a restraining order. What are you basing this on? The medical reports? Emmett will find out about them before you know it."
"What do you suggest?"
I sigh. "Just stay away from that man until you tell Emmett everything."
"I don't want him." She says with conviction and I give her a skeptical look.
"Really?"
"Yes, really." She says the words slowly and loudly.
"Alright, I trust you on that. I'll see what I can do about Royce."
"Thank you, Edward." She sends me a grateful look and I frown softly.
"You have to tell Emmett, Rosalie. I'm tired of repeating the same shit over and over."
Her blue eyes pierce into mine with an irritated expression, but she tries to hide it. I'm very familiar with her double-faced personality. She is trying to be nice to me but I know she has something up her sleeve. I need to figure out what she is trying to do.
"I know. I'll speak to Dr. Mehra and then tell Emmett why we are not able to have a baby."
"You do that or else I'll tell him everything." I say politely and she stills for a moment before nodding her head.
"How can I forget?" She says softly and her mouth twists into an evil smile. "Did you hear about Tanya?" I glare at no one in particular.
"Yes, tell her to mind her own fucking business because those babies aren't mine."
"How do you know that?" Her eyes challenge me.
I laugh humorlessly. "Because we haven't had sex since July and she is three months along."
Her eyes look surprised. "Ah, okay. I'll talk to her when we meet. She is at home now, for the holidays."
"I don't give a fuck. Plus, she doesn't have a home. Everything has been seized. She is staying at her grandmother's cottage."
"You should clear the air between you two. It's been way too long since you met and spoke." She says and I want to break her face.
"We met two months ago when she came over to my place, heavily drugged and drunk with a gun in her hand that she pointed at my girlfriend. I think I have a very concrete reason to never meet with her again." I snap and she shuts up. Why is she talking about this shit with me?
"If you are done with your Royce crap, I would like to leave."
"Edward, please look into it."
"I'll see what I can do."
"I appreciate your help. I know after what I've done to your family it must be really hard for you…" I hold up a finger and her sentence trails off.
"Drop the fucking act." I snap and walk out of the room. I slam the door shut and take a deep breath.
I hear clicking of heels coming from the far left and I frown softly. Shouldn't everybody be in the family room? I follow the source and clear my throat loudly. The figure turns and clumsily falls into my arms. I laugh and shake my head. I've never encountered somebody as clumsy as my girlfriend.
I stare at her alarmed face and help her stand up.
"Care to tell me why you were roaming around the empty halls?" I ask gently and color rises in her cheeks. I stroke her face and she leans against my touch.
"I was looking for you," Bella murmurs and gazes at me from under her lashes. "Now that I found you, let's go."
She turns to leave and I pull her back to me. I kiss the top of her head and wrap her in my arms. I tighten my arms around her and nuzzle against her hair. Lord, she is so precious. She wraps her arms around my waist and takes a deep breath.
"Why were you looking for me?" I ask and trail my hand inside her sweater. I caress her smooth stomach and she trembles a little.
"Carlisle said that you were talking with Rosalie." She mumbles and I sigh.
"Yes and we surprisingly didn't kill each other."
Bella giggles and I smile. "I'm glad to hear that."
"Do you want me to show you around?"
"Maybe later, dinner is ready, honey."
I hum against her hair and close my eyes. I frown when I feel a shuddering gaze directed our way. I open my eyes and find Rosalie staring at Bella with a cold look. I'm surprised she hasn't caught me gazing at her. She is looking at Bella with so much rage and jealousy, it's chilling. Her eyes fall on me and she recovers her expression.
Rosalie walks away and Bella releases me. She turns and frowns, finding nobody there.
"Shall we?" I ask, offering her a warm smile and she blushes, nodding her head.
The dining table is decorated with candelabras, flowers and bud vases. The food looks mouthwatering, and the turkey is sitting on a plate with tangerine slices and leaves. Mom and Aunt Jane have gone all out tonight.
The housemaid serves the side dishes as mom and Aunt Jane carve the turkey as they do every year. God, I'm hungry today. I watch Aunt Jane admonish Emmett just as he is about to have a bite of mashed potatoes. Rosalie is thoughtfully staring everywhere but her mind is elsewhere. Will and Alice are bickering about something to do with the field of fashion and dad is busy drinking wine.
I turn my attention to Bella who has a beautiful smile on her face as she stares at her hands. She unconsciously starts playing with the necklace around her neck and I leave her alone with her thoughts. My phone buzzes in my pocket for the fourth time and she frowns at me. I know, baby. It's irritating to me too. Eleazar has been bugging the fuck out of me since I got here.
My good mood sinks when I check the name on the screen. I think dad should know about this. I stand up and all eyes turn in my direction. I smile politely and gaze at dad.
"Dad? May I have a word?" I ask and he nods.
We walk towards the great room and I bury my hands in my pockets. I sigh softly and gaze at him.
"What's wrong, son?"
"Eleazar called this afternoon," His eyes widen with surprise. "And he has been trying to reach me ever since." I pull out my phone and show him the missed calls.
"For what possible reason?"
"Well, he called my office, and I called him back. He wanted help."
"With money? Edward, I don't want you to give him a single penny of yours." Dad says firmly and I nod.
"It wasn't about money. But he wanted me to take paternity tests," I murmur, and he patiently stares at me. "Tanya's pregnant."
"Oh dear god. I'll make some calls right away." Dad mutters and pulls his phone out of his pocket.
"Who are you calling?"
"The lawyers. Edward, you should've been more careful. How are you going to tell Bella?"
"They're not mine, dad!" I gaped at him. "She is three months along with twins. I have been with Bella for the past four months." I hiss angrily and dad holds up his hands in apology.
"I'm sorry. Sorry, I know you are more careful than that. It's just a big shock."
"Tell me about it."
"Why is he telling you about these tests?"
"Because Tanya thinks they are my babies. She is crying and going on about it," I roll my eyes. "I know they are Alistair Raymond's kids. I can tell that without the tests."
Dad sighs and strokes his chin thoughtfully. "We'll have to add this as another breach of the agreement."
"Yes. I can't believe he had the nerve to call me."
"Call him back and put him on the speakerphone." Dad says firmly and my eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
"But, dad—"
"Call him and put him on the speakerphone." Dad repeats thoughtfully and I nod. I put the phone on speaker and call him. He answers on the first ring.
"Hello, Edward."
"Eleazar."
"Are you planning to take the tests?"
I glare at the phone. "I said no, you piece of shit! How many times do I have to tell you that? Your daughter knows I'm not the fucking father."
"Fine, fine! I'll do something about it. Just make sure Carlisle doesn't find out about this." He says nervously and I hear him sigh.
"Why is that?"
"The lawsuit stated that I can't contact any member of the family and I had to urgently call you."
"What if I told him?" I probe him further.
Eleazar laughs hollowly on the other line. "No you won't. I know your parents. They don't trust you enough to believe that you won't come back to my daughter and leave that poor little girlfriend of yours."
My eyes blaze with anger. "Listen here, and listen good, Eleazar. If you say another word against my girlfriend, I'll fuck you up more than I already have. Take care of your knocked up druggy daughter instead of interfering with my family." I say calmly and resist the urge to go over and break his face.
I hear a lot of commotion on the other line and then the call abruptly ends. I frown and put the phone away.
"What was that?" Dad mutters and I shrug.
"Dad, be safe around that man."
"I will," He smiles, giving my shoulder a soft squeeze. "Thank you for letting me know about this."
"Just keep this news away from mom for a couple of weeks. She will flip out about everything."
"That's going to be tough but I'll try. We need to make sure Rosalie won't slip either. She must definitely know about Tanya's pregnancy."
"She knows, but she won't say anything. I can guarantee that."
Dad nods and we hear footsteps approaching us. We turn and find mom walking our way with a frown on her face.
"What's going on? Everyone is waiting. You can discuss work later, not tonight," She says sternly and we nod. "Come on, let's go."
We follow her to the dining room and take our seats. I feel all eyes on us again but I try to ignore them. Bella puts her hand on my knee and I smile at her.
"Everything okay, sweetie?" She asks kindly and I nod, kissing her hair.
"Yes, Bella. Don't worry."
"What happened? You look tense." I lean in so my lips brush against her ear.
"Something about Eleazar, it's fine now." She nods and kisses the corner of my mouth.
"Don't think about it."
"I won't." I promise her and she smiles.
"Dinner looks lovely." Alex comments and I can hear everyone murmur their agreement.
"We've tried something different this time, thanks to Bella. These are recipes from the cookbook she's writing. We followed the recipe exactly and made everything. They were pretty simple to understand weren't they, Jane?"
"Of course and you should leave room for dessert. It looks delicious."
"Please don't tell me you made pumpkin pies this time! You promised you wouldn't make them this year!" Alice whines from my side and Bella frowns. She nervously bites her bottom lip and glances at me. I kiss the top of her head and stroke her cheek.
"They're going to love it no matter what," I murmur and she nods.
"We do," Mom stares at Alice narrowly and shakes her head. "Bella made them and they look delicious."
"They taste better than that." I comment and Emmett snaps his head in my direction.
"You've had them?" He asks, glaring at me and I nod smugly.
"Both of them."
"They're two?!" Will curiously gazes Bella and she nods. "Please tell me the other one is not pumpkin."
"It's a chocolate mocha cream pie." I reply with a grin and Will glowers at me.
"I can't believe you got to eat them before us."
"Not cool, Edward." Emmett mutters, sipping his wine and I roll my eyes.
"Stop being so dramatic," I look over at dad who has a thoughtful expression on his face. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. "Dad?"
Dad snaps out of his reverie and recovers his expression. He nods at me and takes a deep breath. There is a moment of silence and mom clears the air and we start eating our delicious dinner.
Everyone raves about the delectable meal and I can't help feel proud about my girl. There is chatter everywhere, laughter and Emmett's silly jokes. Even so, I can make out Rosalie's awkwardness and dad's anxiety. Every time my mood turns gloomy, I tune my attention to Bella. Her smile is bright enough to make me smile too.
Dinner finishes at record speed and everyone impatiently waits for the pies to be served. Emmett and Alex start inhaling their dessert before everyone is served. Typical. Dessert is the best part of tonight's menu, even with the classic Thanksgiving food we had. Everything disappears soon and there are no leftovers. My heart swells when I watch Bella's cheerful and happy demeanor.
"Bella this was mind-blowing. Promise me you'll make dessert for almost every family dinner we have," Alice says seriously and for once, she looks docile and quiet.
Bella chuckles and blushes. "I promise."
"Good and Edward, you better not eat the desserts before we do the next time."
She glares at me and I blink, completely taken aback. "What do you mean? She's my girlfriend; she'll obviously give me pie first."
"Yeah, whatever." She grumbles and Bella sighs softly.
"Don't worry, Alice. We'll work out a good system. Edward will never know." My girlfriend winks at my sister which makes everyone laugh. I pout and Bella strokes my cheek.
"I love you, honey." She whispers and my lips curve into a smile.
I gently kiss her lips. "I love you too."
"Come on! Toast time!" Aunt Jane says happily and raises her glass to us. "This Thanksgiving is the one of the best we've had in ages and I'm so grateful to have you all lovely people in the same room. I'm thankful for my sons, who are here to celebrate with me this year," She holds in her tears and smile. "For the new beginnings we see," She briefly glances at Bella and me. "And for being lucky enough to end this year and start a new one with you in the coming month."
Mom goes next. "I would just like to say that I'm very thankful to see my loved ones finally finding their happiness and for the future blessings to come."
Our attention shifts to Emmett and Rosalie. "We're thankful for having each other through these tough times and to celebrate many Thanksgivings together as long as we have the support and love of our family. And also Bella's food." We chuckle and Bella turns red by my side.
I grab hold of Bella's hand and speak up. "I just want to say a quick thank you to everyone for letting Bella be a part of our celebration. She was very excited about being here tonight because she always wanted to celebrate Thanksgiving with a house full of people and her wish came true tonight. And I hope she is present for every one of our celebrations because I sincerely believe that she is a part of our family now. This year, I'm thankful for every person in this room who has always been kind and supportive of me. And for my beautiful girlfriend who doesn't miss to bring a smile to my face no matter what happens and makes me fall deeper in love with her every second that we spend with each other."
"Aw, that's very sweet, Edward." Mom gushes and Bella plants a soft kiss on my cheek. I smile at her and notice her cheeks are flushed an alluring red shade. She shyly glances at everyone, and says her toast.
"I'm thankful to be a part of this holiday and to spend it with the most loving, funny and caring people I know. And I'm grateful for Edward, who is the best thing that has ever happened to me." I kiss her hair and wrap an arm around her shoulder.
Alice raises her wine glass and offers her ever-present bright grin. "I'm very happy and thankful to have such wonderful family and friends."
"I'm thankful for my parents," Alex starts off and my eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Parents? As in mom and dad? "For being so patient with me and who inspire me every day."
Aunt Jane gives him a teary smile and her eyes fall on me. I wink at her and she grins at me. I smile and turn to Will.
"I, uh have an announcement actually," Will says, catching everyone's attention. "I've been thinking back and forth about some major issues in life and I received an email yesterday when I was at Edward and Bella's place," Bella and I share a look. When did it become Edward and Bella's place? Anyway.
He continues. "And Elle magazine wants me to be their fashion editor starting next month!"
Congratulations float around the table as everybody basks in the merriment that he won't be going back to Australia for work anymore. Aunt Jane starts crying happy tears and Will goes over to console her.
"You couldn't get something in Seattle?" She asks and Will chuckles.
"No, ma. And L.A isn't too far."
"Sure, sure." Will smiles and gives her a quick hug before taking his seat again.
Dad stands up and we raise our glasses to his.
"Everyone, I'm so happy to see these smiles on your faces. Our kids have grown up so much," He shakes his head with a bittersweet smile. "I'm thankful for everyone in this room. We know there have been quite some trouble coming our way, but we've stuck through the tough times and made it through. We've had our fair share of differences, but we're improving," Dad looks from me to Rosalie and I roll my eyes.
"I'm thankful that Edward met Bella, who is possibly one of the many reasons why we're here together. Thank you, Bella. Rosalie, Emmett, we're here for you no matter what happens and thank you for being incredibly patient through everything life has been tumbling your way. Alice, my darling, thank you for being that one person in this room who can brighten up my mood no matter what. Jane—I look at your sons and I see what great individuals they have become and I'm always thankful that you are a part of our family. Will, Alex… thank you for being here; you've made us all very happy with just your presence. And Esme, thank you for everything."
Mom smiles and her eyes sparkle with tears. I clink my glass with Bella's and take a sip of my white wine.
"How is this year's Thanksgiving, Mr. Cullen?" Bella asks softly and I chuckle. I lean my forehead against hers and keep my lips inches from hers.
"The very best." And her soft lips meet mine for a kiss.
Bella leads me towards the family pictures framed on the wall and I chuckle. I have no idea what fascinates her so much about them. She scanned through every picture at Aunt Jane's and now she wants to check through these too. I hate my pictures but they bring back fond memories when I look at them.
I fold my arms around her and lean my head against hers as we gaze at the numerous pictures in the family den. Bella giggles staring at the ones where Alice and I are wrestling with Emmett. We were six! I had no idea why the hell we did that. Emmett had a broken nose that day. Alice was a feisty little thing. She still is. There is no doubt about that.
"Aw, look at that!" Bella points to the picture where I'm dressed in a tuxedo. I was four, I think.
"I'm pretty sure that was for one of my aunt's weddings. I was the ring bearer. Emmett got sick the night before because he ate expired candy that he had hidden in his clothes."
"You look adorable." She says warmly and I chuckle.
"Thank you, love."
"Oh my god, is that Joe Russo Band?" Bella asks and I hear the shock in her voice.
"Yes, baby. Emmett and I attended one of their concerts a few years ago. We met them backstage. They actually sang at one of our family weddings two years ago."
"I've heard they charge millions of dollars."
"They do, but they are the best; especially the female lead vocalist."
"Really? She's alright." Bella mutters and I smile against her hair.
"I think she's hot."
"Hmm."
"But you are much, much hotter than her," Bella scoffs in disbelief and I turn her in my arms. "Trust me on this."
"I trust you." She whispers with a smile and gives me a chaste kiss.
I hear everyone animatedly talking and laughing in the great room and feel grateful that I have some alone time with Bella. I pull her flush against me and she stares at me from under her lashes. I stroke her cheek and kiss the top of her head.
"Dance?" I ask with a dazzling smile and she blushes.
"Music?" She asks back and I pull my phone out of my pocket. I open my music library and scroll to the playlist that has all the songs that Bella and I dance to.
Elvis Presley's Can't Help Falling in Love plays on my phone and I put it on the nearest side table. I draw Bella into my arms and we whirl to the romantic music. I lean my forehead against hers and she offers me a loving smile.
"You always make me dance to this song." She whispers and I chuckle.
"It's special. Like you."
"It reminds me of you." She admits and I kiss her nose.
"I'm glad."
I press my body closer to hers as I sing the lyrics against her ear, like I always do. She sighs with a content smile and keeps her head on my shoulder. I kiss her cheek and gently sway her to the music. Once the song gradually ends, Bella gazes at me and presses her lips against mine. Her arms fold around my neck and I smile.
"You have the most beautiful voice, Edward." She mumbles and I shake my head.
"I doubt that."
We share a smile when Lady in Red starts to play and the song reminds me of the fundraiser when we danced for the first time. She looked so beautiful that night. As Chris de Burg croons, I spin Bella in my arms. She laughs and I smile at the sound. I touch my forehead to hers and she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip.
"Sing for me, please." She says with a gorgeous smile and I nod. Anything for her.
I sing softly and she closes her eyes. I look at her beautiful face and can't believe how lucky I am. I kiss her hair and hold her closer to me. As the song nears the end, I stop singing when I hear an audible thud behind us. Bella releases me and frowns.
We turn to find everyone standing in the doorway, gaping at us. I grab my phone and stop the music. Bella is a permanent shade of red and I can't help but feel embarrassed. Oh god, this is going to create a lot of questions. I don't remember the last time I sang in front of my family. I used to sing all the time while I played the piano. That was centuries ago.
"Oh Edward, that was beautiful." Mom says with tears in her eyes and I can see the longing on her face. She wants me to play the piano. I can feel it.
I stare at the piano five steps away from me and look away. It's too painful.
"Will you try to pl—" I cut mom off.
"No!" I say harshly and take deep breaths. "No!"
"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to get you so upset." She apologizes and I can't meet her eyes.
"You didn't."
I turn to leave but Bella grabs my wrist. I gaze into her beautiful brown eyes and she looks concerned. I stroke her cheek and she sighs.
"I need a minute." I murmur and she nods.
"Don't leave the room. Please?"
"Okay."
I gaze at my family staring at our exchange and walk away from them as far as possible. I don't need this right now. It's too hard. I can hear mom talking to Bella and hear the audible crack in her voice.
"Is it the first time he sang?" Mom asks desperately, trying to find out.
"He sings quite a lot…" Bella responds honestly and I don't hear the rest of her sentence as I walk further away from them.
I remember what Grandpa Victor told me in that hospital room eight years ago. He said that I underestimated myself.
"Wouldn't you like to take my place in the office?"
I sighed tiredly. "Grandpa, I've told you… Wearing suits, attending galas, having a thousand people working under me and making decisions for ten different businesses is not me. I can't imagine myself doing that type of work."
"You underestimate yourself, son."
I shook my head. "I don't."
He was so adamant on making me join his firm. I remember how his green eyes were staring at me with a hard expression.
"Make a choice," He said firmly and walked closer to me. "You are my grandson. I only want the best for you."
But… But Bella said that I shouldn't carry the guilt. Why do I still feel so fucking culpable?
"And you shouldn't compare your success to your grandfather's. You are better than him, trust me. The choices you made can't be changed so you shouldn't carry the guilt with you. It was years ago and your life is getting better now, isn't it?"
My life can't get any better than this.
I hear Grandpa Victor's voice again.
"I know it's hard, but believe me… things will get better."
"They won't," I muttered and my eyes filled with tears for some reason. "You want me to give up on my music. You don't want me to play anymore."
"You can't have any distractions. I'm not asking you to quit but you can't achieve everything at once."
I still recall how over the moon my parents were when I was accepted into Julliard. They were already looking for an apartment for me in New York. They were so proud. But then I went to MIT. They knew I wasn't excited about it but they were sad because I had stopped playing piano.
Grandpa Victor wanted me to have different things in life.
"I need some time to think this through."
"You have six years, Edward," He said pointedly and his face turned serious. "Four years from now, I want your name added to my firm. Cullen and Platt Architecture—that's what I want. Something you'll want soon enough too."
I blink back my tears and realize I'm standing in front of the piano. When did I reach this place? I look up and find everyone engaging themselves in some kind of conversation on the sofas. I make sure nobody is looking at me and shyly sit on the piano bench.
My shaky fingers touch the keyboard and my wide eyes can't help notice my family sitting not far from me. My heart speeds up and I run a hand through my hair.
The voices in my head grow louder and I hear everyone speaking at once. I close my eyes and try to catch my breath. I hear Grandpa Victor speaking to me about leaving music, I hear my Bella encouraging me to play, I hear my parents' voice asking me to rethink my decision about going to MIT and I hear Dr. Zinn telling me to keep breathing.
I feel tears on my cheeks and I wipe them away. I hear those voices overpowering me and I feel lightheaded. This is too much. I need to make them stop.
I bang my fists loudly against the keyboard and all the voices disappear. Except Bella's.
"Don't think about your grandfather the next time you play the piano; think of something that motivates you instead."
"Bella." I whisper and my eyes snap open.
My frazzled eyes frantically search for her but I can't see her amongst the shocked faces of my family members. I suddenly feel a warm hand on my shoulder and I relax.
"Bella." I whisper again and turn to find her standing in front of me. I hug her around the waist and hide my face against her. She strokes my hair and I take deep breaths.
"I'm right here, baby. I'm right here." She says soothingly and her voice puts me at peace. I nod and pull back. She smiles warmly and wipes away the stray tears from my cheeks.
I grab her hand in mine as she walks around the bench and sits next to me. I pull her closer and she caresses my face.
"There were so many voices in my head; they won't let each other finish…" I trail off and my eyes fill with unshed tears. "I was hospitalized in Naples and I didn't want to waste my life in New York. I—I wanted to work with my grandfather. I love my work, Bella. There is nothing wrong with that, right?"
"There is nothing wrong with that," She agrees and holds in her tears. "It's in the past now. You can't change anything. Live in this moment. You, me and your family," She points to everyone who is nervously staring at us. "They love you and they are here for you."
I gulp. "Would they like to hear me play?"
She grins widely and nods her head. "Honey, they've been waiting for this day for the past eight years. Play for them, you can do it."
"Stay right here." I say hoarsely and she chuckles.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Bella slowly rubs my back and keeps her hand on my knee as I start playing a random Bach composition. When I have enough courage to play, I play the composition I wrote for mom not long ago. She used to love it. Wow, I haven't played it for few years now. I try to focus on the piano chords and the notes for this piece.
When I finally catch up, I open my eyes and smile at Bella. She offers me a watery smile and I have the sudden urge to stop playing and wipe away her tears. But, I don't stop. I'm finally able to recall this piece.
A couple of minutes later, I start playing Bella's sweet lullaby and feel her hand on my thigh. I have so much practice of playing this song; I can start playing it even if somebody wakes me up in the middle of the night. Bella lays her head on my shoulder and I kiss her hair. She keeps me comforted as I dare to play in front of my family.
Once the music stops, I immediately wipe away her tears and tightly hug her. I bury my face against her hair and breathe in her calming scent.
"Oh, baby. I love you so much."
"I love you too. That was absolutely beautiful, honey. I'm so proud of you."
"All thanks to you." I mumble and she is probably blushing.
I release her and we rise to our feet. There is pin drop silence around us and I stiffen when I realize that I am the reason for this sudden hush. I anxiously gaze at them and walk over to where everybody is sitting.
Mom is the first person to stand up, and she rushes over to me. She gives me a tight hug and weeps in my arms. I frown and gently rub her back. I notice Aunt Jane and Alice wiping their own tears and even Rosalie is crying. Oh dear lord, why is she crying?
My eyes questioningly stare at Bella and she just shakes her head. She walks towards Alice and sits down next to her. They share a quick hug and whisper something amongst each other. Mom pulls back and I wipe away her tears.
"Mom, are you okay? What's going on? Why is everybody crying?"
She smiles and pats my cheek. "That was amazing, honey. It was the sweetest music I have ever heard."
"I know, dude," Emmett's loud voice breaks the silence around us. "That was some real sappy shit. Hell, you even made Rose cry! Rose never cries." I hear a couple of chuckles and I look over at Rosalie to find her glaring at him. I laugh and shake my head.
I go to the sofa where Bella is and settle by her side. I put an arm around her and pull her closer. She blushes and leans against my chest.
"We're so happy to hear you play, Edward. We've really missed it." Dad says, with a smile so big, I feel that his face is going to break. I smile back and sigh softly.
I play with Bella's hair and listen to Aunt Jane talk about something that occurred during one of her charity events. Suddenly, dad's phone rings and I carefully stare at him. He frowns and looks over at the doorway for some reason. He accepts the incoming call and speaks to someone. His mouth presses into a grim line as he ends the call.
"Edward, come with me." Dad mutters and I immediately follow him out of the room.
"What's wrong, dad?"
"Tanya's here."
I can't contain my shock when I see Tanya standing on the other side of the security gates, in a body hugging dress that shows off her baby bump. Oh lord, she really is pregnant. But, she was heavily drugged up two months ago, how will she be able to have healthy children? I shrug off my concerning thoughts because she is not my responsibility.
My eyes unconsciously fall on her hands and I sigh with relief knowing she doesn't have a gun. Dad asks the security to open the gates, and she finally steps inside the premises. Tanya gazes everywhere and her blue eyes fall on me. Tears prick her eyes and she comes running in my direction. She slams herself into my arms and weeps against my chest.
My eyes widen and I look at dad—who sighs gazing at us. I rub her back in a comforting gesture and feel her bump pressing against my body. Wow, she is pregnant. How would Bella look carrying our baby? I shake off the sudden change of thoughts and concentrate on the task at hand. I try to move but Tanya has a steel grip around my waist. Fuck, I can't move!
I send dad a pleading look and he nods at me.
"Tanya? What are you doing here?" Dad asks calmly, and she rests her head on my chest and faces him. Ugh, why the fuck is she not leaving me? Will it be inappropriate if I push a pregnant woman off me?
"I—I miss Edward." She sniffles and I close my eyes tiredly. If only she would let this go.
"Tanya, Edward has a girlfriend. You can't do this anymore."
She glares at dad. "I don't like her. I can be better than her if Edward comes back to me."
Does Tanya really think she holds a candle to Bella?
"Tanya, we broke up four months ago. Don't pull this shit right now." I snap and she gasps.
"These are your babies, Edward. They are twins," She gives me a teary smile. "Like Alice and you are." She releases me and presses my hand against her bump. I instinctively take a step back and take my hand off her bump.
"These babies aren't mine, Tanya. We haven't had sex for five fucking months! Do you really think I'm the father? How stupid are you?"
She wipes away her tears and stares between dad and me.
"I love you, Edward."
"But, I don't love you! Get that it in your fucking head! What in the name of hell is the matter with you? You don't love me either! You slept with six other guys when we were together, how can you say that? Our relationship was a fucking arrangement set up by your father!" I shout and it feels good to yell.
"I—"
"No!" I say sharply, cutting her off. "I'm not getting involved in any of your shit! Why do you always try to get in between Bella and me? We're happy. Please don't do this."
Tanya tunes her attention to Carlisle. "They are his babies."
I roughly grab her arms and make her look me in the eye. "You look at me and tell me that these are my babies. You tell me right now that these are not Alistair Raymond's babies. Tell me!" I demand and she blinks back her tears and looks away. I release her and take a lungful of breath.
Dad pats my shoulder and I step away. He walks closer to her and she clears her throat.
"Tanya, it's not good for you to walk around without a sweater in this weather when it's so cold. Go back home and rest. You are worried about different things. But, you have to understand that Edward is not the father to your children so you have to stop telling everybody that. Go home now." Dad says calmly and Tanya sobs as she stares at me.
I shuffle my feet and continue gazing at my shoes.
"Daddy must be looking for me." Oh, that's why he hung up the phone before.
"Go back home." I say through gritted teeth and look over her shoulder to see two cars approaching the gates. Security stops them and I see Carmen and Eleazar stepping out of the car. I turn Tanya towards the gates and she gasps in shock. I glare at her parents who can't take care of their daughter who is pregnant and a flight risk.
"Carlisle, what are you doing to my daughter?!" Eleazar yells and dad sighs next to me. I look at Tanya and she shrinks looking at my death glare.
"Go to your fucking parents, Tanya."
Tanya reluctantly turns and slowly makes her way towards the gate, shivering in the cold. I can hear Eleazar shouting profanities at us but we ignore him completely. Dad and I discuss what breach of agreement we can add in our next court hearing until the Denalis disappear from our sight.
We retreat back inside the house and shrug off our coats. The family room is empty when we go in and there is nobody downstairs. Dad and I follow the sound of Alice's laughter and reach the terrace.
Mom and dad have arguably the best rooftop terrace ever. They have a massive pool, sun loungers, L-shaped couches and a couple of ottomans around the fireplace. Nobody is sitting as everyone is watching the snow fall.
There is a light chatter everywhere and Bella is standing away from everyone, leaning against a ledge as she gazes at the sky. I walk in her direction and smile. I press a kiss against her cheek and hug her from behind. She blushes and turns a little to peck my lips. We lean against each other gaze at the lake, the trees and the beautiful nature surrounding this abode.
"It's so beautiful." She breathes out and I nod.
"I know," I run my nose along her cheek. "So beautiful." I gaze at her lovely face and her cheeks flush with an alluring blush when she finds me looking at her.
"What am I going to do with you, Cullen?"
"I'm sure you can figure something out." I whisper and caress the smooth skin beneath her sweater.
"I'll think about it."
I spin her in my arms and she folds her hands behind my neck. I connect our lips for a soft kiss and she moans as I bite her bottom lip. We breathlessly pull back few minutes later and she tightly hugs me. I check my watch and see that it's ten already.
"Did you have fun today, love?" I ask and stroke her hair.
"Best day ever." She mumbles and I laugh, kissing her cheek.
"I believe you."
Bella looks up at me and pouts. "I'm ready to go home."
I kiss her lips soundly. "Home? Is that your place or my place?"
"Your place." She says shyly and I smile softly.
"My place is home now? I thought you wanted to go back to your apartment." I say with a straight face and she bites her bottom lip.
"Um, okay. You can drop me off at my apartment." She whispers and looks away from me.
I tip her chin in my direction and gaze into her beautiful eyes. "I'm just messing with you, baby. We'll leave in ten minutes. Sound good?"
She sighs with a smile and hugs me. "Yes. I just miss you a lot when I'm at my place."
"I feel the same way, baby."
"Home?" She asks and I nod.
"Home."
I cut off the engine of my car and turn to gaze at my beautiful Bella fast asleep in the passenger seat. Her luscious lips are slightly parted and her lashes flutter as she sleeps peacefully. After enough staring, I step out of the car and shut the door. I give the car keys to the guy from security and open the passenger door.
I bend a little and carefully lift Bella in my arms. The guard shuts the door and I carry her towards the front porch steps. We make our way to the entrance courtyard and walk through the foyer. I take her to the great room and she sighs against me. She stirs a little and her eyelashes flutter open. She sleepily gazes at me and caresses my cheek with her hand. I smile in her direction.
"Would you like some water?" I ask and she nods, stifling a yawn.
I set Bella on the couch and she sighs softly. She takes off her coat and wraps it around her body like a blanket. I make my way to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water for her. When I return, she looks a little more awake. I sit next to her and she leans against my arm. I hand her the cool water and she chugs it down.
I place a kiss on top of her head and she wraps her arms around me.
"It was a long night." She murmurs and I nod. I make idle patterns on her pants as she plays with my fingers. She suddenly chuckles and I curiously gaze at her.
"What?" I ask and she smiles at me.
"Tomorrow is Black Friday. I used to go to bed early on Thanksgiving so I could go Christmas shopping the next day. You get the best deals."
"You shopped a month early?"
"Most of the items are out of stock by the end of the day. You have to shop quickly." She mutters and I stroke her hair.
"Demetri will take you anywhere you want."
"There are more people to buy gifts for this year."
I laugh. "Yes. Which got me to thinking, what would your brother like for Christmas?"
Bella giggles and tightly hugs me. "I don't think you need to be concerned about that. He'll take anything you give him. Even an orange."
I laugh and nuzzle against her hair. "No, seriously. What does Jacob like?"
"Well, I usually make presents for him. He loves that. He can make pretty bracelets, you know. You'll always find him tinkering with bikes or cars." She mumbles and I grin to myself. I think I know what I am giving him for Christmas this year.
"Hmm."
"And this year I have bigger problems."
I frown and Bella discards her coat as she straddles my lap. Her arms go around my neck and I pull her closer to me. I press my lips against hers for a kiss and she smiles. She leans her forehead against mine and brushes her index finger against my bottom lip.
"This year, I have to think about giving something to a man who already has everything."
I laugh and kiss her cheek. "Oh baby, you don't have to be concerned about that. I'll take anything you give me. Even an orange." I tease and she snuggles against my neck.
"Fine, I'll give you a basket full of oranges."
I laugh against her hair. "I would love that. I also need to buy you something special."
"Nothing expensive, please," She pleads and I chuckle.
"Okay, I won't." I lie and she smiles. I kiss her forehead and stroke the pendant hanging around her neck.
"This is one of my favorites," Bella whispers and pecks my lips. "The first gift you gave me. It's so precious and I'm always scared that somebody is going to take it away from me."
"Hey, don't be." I murmur and tighten my arms around her.
"I almost had a heart attack when I found out that it cost seventeen grand."
I frown. "Who told you that?"
"Alice."
"Oh, I'm going to tape her fucking mouth shut." I snap and she giggles.
"Honey, it's okay."
"Don't even try to hunt down the price tags of the gifts. You'll have hell to pay, Isabella." I warn her and she smiles.
"Really? How would you make me pay, Mr. Cullen?" She asks huskily and my groin stirs.
I push her onto her back on the couch and she gasps from the sudden movement. She bites her bottom lip and I plant dry kisses from her ear down to her neck.
"I'm quite enjoying this punishment." She moans and I chuckle.
"I'm sure you are," I pull back and she gives me a chaste kiss. "Let's go to bed."
I stand up and grab our coats. Bella rises to her feet and interlaces our hands. I smile and we make our way towards the bedroom. She frowns when she finds the door closed. We stand in front of the door and she twists the knob but is unable to open the door.
"It's locked," She says and looks at me. "Is someone in there?"
That makes me laugh. "No, why would somebody be in our bedroom?"
She blushes and shrugs. "I don't know." She didn't catch what I said.
"Any suggestions as to what we can do?" I ask and she rolls her eyes.
"Don't you have the key?"
"It's in the nightstand."
"Then who locked the door?!" She throws her hands up in frustration.
"Matt has the spare key. But, he is celebrating Thanksgiving with his family." I say softly and she pouts adorably.
"Did Mrs. Cope lock it?"
"I think so. Let's sleep in the guest room tonight."
"I don't want to sleep in this." She motions to her clothes and I kiss the top of her head.
"Maybe you don't need them, darling." I whisper seductively and she flushes.
"Let's go then."
When we reach the nearest guest room, Bella tries to open the door, but it's locked. She groans and hides her face against my chest.
"Did she lock all the bedrooms?"
"I think my study is open. We can sleep in the bathtub tonight." I suggest and she cracks up.
"Okay."
I stand in the doorway while Bella enters the study and goes over to the desk. She frowns when her eyes fall on a piece of on my desk. I give her an amused smile, and she picks it up. She reads it and looks at me.
"What is it?"
"Um, it's written that Good food and a warm kitchen are what makes a house a home."
"Oh? Looks like Mrs. Cope loves riddles."
Her mouth twists with a smile and her eyes bore into mine. "Yes, seems like she really wants to see me running around the house looking for clues."
"I think she does." I nod at her and she rolls her eyes.
Her brown eyes look excited and she quickly walks out of the room. I follow her quietly and she enters the kitchen. She starts searching the cabinets and fridge and her eyes suddenly light up. She opens the fridge and picks up the next clue which is on the lid of her homemade chicken pot pie.
"A home without a fireplace is a home without a heart." Bella whispers and bites her bottom lip. She goes to the family room and finds that the door is locked.
She stomps her foot and reaches the great room. She rushes over to the fireplace and smiles when she finds a clue tucked against the fireplace. She frowns and picks up the bunch of five keys by the fireplace. She puts the keys in her pocket and reads the clue.
"I like this one." She smiles and gazes at me.
"What does it say? Mrs. Cope is full of surprises it seems." I muse and she gives me a pointed look.
"Books are the plane, the train and the road. They are the destination and the journey. They are home." Bella reads out and walks towards the stairway.
I follow her to the library and she picks up another bunch of keys from the bean bag chair. She lifts the piece of paper and reads it aloud.
"The Earth laughs in flowers," She murmurs and gives me a tired look. "Really? You are going to make me go outside right now?"
"Mrs. Cope loves flowers. Maybe she wants you to check them out." I say and she walks over to me.
"Don't blame poor Mrs. Cope. I should've known you had something to do with this when the doors were locked."
"The Earth laughs in flowers, Bella. What are you still doing here? March your butt outside." I slap her bottom and she yelps.
Bella returns to the great room and exits the house. She walks down the rock steps and finds a flower bouquet by the pool deck. She grabs the last bunch of keys and puts them in her pocket. She breathes in the fragrance of the red roses and smiles to herself. She stands by my side and reads the last piece of the clue.
"It's time to go home, baby." I say softly and she blushes under the lights.
"Are you asking me to—" I cut her off.
"You have your keys?" I ask with a smile and she nods robotically. "Let's go then."
I wrap an arm around her waist and lead her inside the house. I can hear her heart wildly beating in her chest as we stand in front of the bedroom.
"Please do the honors, you have the keys." I say and she fishes out the bunch of keys. Her shaky hands fumble with the keys and it takes few attempts for her to find the right one. She twists the key and we hear an audible click sound. She gives me a beautiful smile and opens the door.
"Oh my god." Bella whispers breathlessly.
There are scented candles everywhere in the room and my girlfriend is glowing under their dim yellow lights. I put our coats on the couch and she puts the flower bouquet on the coffee table. I gingerly walk over to the espresso stand and pull out the box I placed in there. I put it in the back pocket of my jeans and walk over to my girl.
Bella turns to me and her eyes are sparkling with tears. My eyes soften and I stroke her rosy cheek.
"I have a question to ask," I say softly and she bites her bottom lip, curiously gazing at me. I can see it in her eyes that she knows it's not a proposal. She knows I wouldn't do something like this if I was proposing to her.
I get down on one knee and pull out the box from my pocket. I open it and she gasps softly.
"Isabella Swan, will you move in with me so that we can call this place our home?"
Bella grins at me and nods her head. "Yes."
I sigh with relief and she kneels in front of me. She takes s the box out of my hand and pulls my lips against hers for a kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck and passionately kisses me. I moan against her mouth and tug on her bottom lip. Her fingertips trace every inch of my face and I smile against her lips.
We pull back gasping for breath and she smiles at me. I wipe away her tears and she sniffles. I give her a chaste kiss and she hugs me.
"It's not a successful proposal unless you accept the gift." I say and she giggles. She releases me and picks up the sparkling cluster diamond bracelet. It's very delicate and will look beautiful on Bella's wrist. She extends it in my direction and I help her put it on. Her brown eyes are glowing as she gazes at me and I wrap her in my arms.
"Thank you, it's beautiful." Her voice cracks and I kiss her hair.
"Hush now."
"This bracelet must be expensive. It has lots of diamonds." She mumbles and I snort.
"My girlfriend once told me that diamonds are a girl's best friend."
"Yeah, alright," She cradles my face in her hands and kisses me. "This is beautiful, sweetheart. So romantic."
"I did what you told me." I whisper and she frowns.
"What?"
"But, you can move in with me right away if you want." I shrugged, and she giggled and shook her head. Her body relaxed against mine and she smiled softly.
"You are not going to give up on that, are you?"
"Nope," I kissed her lips soundly. "How can I convince you?"
"Well," She sighed and gazed at me from under her lashes. "I won't say no if you ask me in the most romantic way possible."
"Hmm, I'll look into that." I gave her a thoughtful smile, trying to think of ways to ask her to move in with me.
"I completely forgot about that," She whispers to herself and shakes her head.
"Bed?" I ask softly and she nods.
I touch my forehead to hers and she gazes at me. "Do you really want me to move in with you?"
"Yes, I do. You can do whatever you want with the house. If you want to paint it, change it, reconstruct it… anything you want."
She giggles. "I won't reconstruct it, that's taking things a little too far."
"This," I motion to the room and practically to my house. "Is yours."
"It's a lot to take in."
"I know but you can take your time. This is our bedroom." I say with a satisfied smile, and she offers me a shy grin.
"Our bedroom." She tests the words, trying to believe if she's hearing it right. "Sounds nice."
"Shall we christen our bed?"
"Our bed," She repeats and gives me a cute smile. "Sounds nice." I stand up and lift her in my arms bridal style, making her squeal.
"Nice? I'll show you nice." She laughs and presses her lips against mine for a kiss.
God, I love her so much.
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