AH: FYI... Scandal killed me last night! I tweeted Mellie aka Bellamy (president´s wife) and she tweeted me back! Made my eff´ing night!
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That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of…
Chapter One-Twenty-Four
EPOV
She said yes!
My little girl said, yes!
I couldn´t fucking believe it!
Unbeknownst to me, we weren´t the only ones celebrating, Em and Jazz had proposed to Rosalie and Alice as well. Funny how we were best friends who usually talked about everything, but neither one of us thought to divulge to the other what we were planning. I suppose that just made the moment all the more special, of course, we were all over the moon happy for each other.
The girl´s, along with Jacob immediately began talking wedding plans; it was fucking hilarious to see Jacob, a six-foot-three wall of muscle be reduced to squeals and giggles when he hung out with the girls. I was really happy that I could be instrumental in getting him and Seth here, despite the world's views on homosexuality, they really were great guys.
Seth and Jacob deserved to be themselves, and openly show each other love and affection, without the worry of what other people thought. Even though we had a rough start, I considered Jacob and Seth a very important part of my small crazy family. They deserved to be happy just like everyone else, and I hoped that one day, Jacob and Seth would be free to be just as happy as Bella and I.
The rest of the trip was even better than the first half, especially since, now, every time I pushed into my little girl, I was pushing into my fiancée. That was something that would never get old. By the time we landed back in Chicago, I was still walking on cloud nine. Nothing could put a damper on my mood, or so I thought.
Bella was in the laundry room sorting out the clothes while I was in my office checking the phone messages and rifling through two and a half weeks worth of mail. Having decided that everyone, who meant anything to us, was on the trip, Bella and I both left our cell phones at home. We just needed to disconnect from everything and find ourselves again.
I was just about ready to give up on both tasks when a message from Demitri Romanov began to play. Saturday, December seventeen, nine-thirty a. m., the automated voice droned. "Mr. Cullen, it´s Agent Romanov. I hate to bother you, but it´s imperative that we speak. My partner and I have reopened your parent´s case and we´d like to meet with you as soon as possible. My direct line at the station is 555-661-1572, or my personal cell number is 555-956-2717. Please call me as soon as you get this message." By the time I was finished, I´d counted fifteen messages, all from Demitri.
"What the fuck?" I murmured in shock. Bella was just getting over this shit, I didn´t want to have anyone dredging it all up and causing to have to relive that kind of pain all over again. "Goddamn it, it´s been a year, why can´t they just leave us the hell alone?" Scrubbing a hand over my face, I started when I felt my little girl next to me.
"Hey," Bella soothed, scratching my scalp softly. "Who are they? And, why do you want them to leave us alone?" Before I could formulate a response, Bella gasped.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw that my girl was as pale a sheet. Panicked, I pulled her into my lap. "Baby, what is it?"
"E-Edward look," she trembled, pointing a finger toward the stack of mail on my desk. "Who would be writing us from Alaska?"
Sure enough, my eyes followed her finger, and low and behold, there was a small stack of letters...all postmarked from the same fucking place. Sitka Alaska!
No return address...a name...
What the fuck was going on?!
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Krazi
xoxo
Was it wrong to want you...for so long, watch you mature from the sidelines…ripening for my pleasure? I have no right to...want...need...desire...crave your beautiful body, but I do. Fantasizing, hours about the things I could…want…need to do to you. Sugar and Spice, and everything nice…that s what Isabella Swan was made of... B&E Drabble, Canon pairings...