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That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of…
Chapter Fifty-One
EPOV
We lingered in the heavy a few moments more, before my father spoke. "Edward," Carlisle´s stern voice had me straightening up and paying attention. "I shared my story with you for a reason. Esme and I have done our best to instill in you the values that we believe in. Picking up where Elizabeth and Ed left off was easy, because they´d already raised a great kid." I didn´t bother to hide the confusion on my face.
Where was he going with this?
"The heart can´t help who it loves, Edward" he explained cryptically. "And though society places its labels on what´s right and what´s wrong, as an individual, we need to make our decisions. Fight, for what we believe to be right, even when others may doubt its authenticity."
I shook my head in confusion. "Dad, I don´t..."
Holding up his hand, "Let me finish, son. Your mother and I have known since the moment you laid eyes on Isabella that she was your One. That being said, I know that it seems like forever, but you have to be patient. Set boundaries. And keep them!" He eyed me with a knowing look and a cocky smirk. "I know it seems like forever, but she will grow up, and you will be there when she does."
"God, Dad," I moaned, scrubbing a hand across my face. "It´s so fucking hard, not-to-mention, I feel like a fucking pervert sometimes!" Burying my face in my hands, my next words came out garbled and distorted. "I mean really, Dad, have you seen Bella lately?"
Carlisle and I had always had an open relationship. And I relished and thrived in it. No matter what, I knew that I could talk to my father about anything.
Clapping me on the shoulder, Carlisle chuckled. "Unfortunately, I have. And trust me; I have never been more grateful for inheriting Charlie Swan´s gun collection than I am now." He added as an afterthought, "Just promise you´ll be there with my bail money."
"Hell, I´ll probably be sitting in the cell next to you." I groaned at the thought of someone else touching my Izzy. "Let´s just hope that Sherriff Mark will be able to get us both out."
After that, things took on a lighter tone as we discussed our favorite sports teams and how we were going to go golfing when they all came to Chicago next month for my birthday.
I was coming out of my room when I heard a commotion down stairs. I made it to the banister just in time to see Esme and Carlisle sucking face like two horny teenagers in the foyer. Call me fucked up, but I was actually more jealous than I was repulsed.
Speaking of jealousy, the object of my desire chose that moment to stomp up the stairs past me. Unable to help myself, I fucked with her about Mom and Dad, just to see her blush.
And as predicted, her cheeks filled with the most beautiful shade of pink.
That shit should be on the market, I´d paint my whole fucking condo that color just to feel close to her!
Sue me, I´m a fucking masochist!
As if my jeans weren´t uncomfortable enough, when she stormed pass me, throwing out a "Fuck you, Cullen," my dick nearly exploded.
Fuck me running; Miss Izzy´s got a potty mouth!
Oh yeah, it was time to head to the bank of spank.
I needed to make a withdrawal or deposit, however the fuck you wanted to look at it.
Turning around, I had my cock and balls free before the door clicked shut.
Looks like my dick missed that memo on waiting, `cause in record breaking time, that son-of-a-bitch was spewing and I was seeing stars.
I couldn´t wait till Miss Izzy was old enough to make good on her promise!
Looks like these to can masturbating to the list of things she have in common! Haha! Love me! Please, a smily or something! Show a sista some love!
Laterzzz...
Krazi
xoxo