Chapter Nine - Family Rings and Shitty things…
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Bella
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My first few days in Ireland were nothing if not interesting and perhaps even a little… challenging. From getting sick - to dealing with Slut one and Slut two, making besties with Rosabitch and having Jasper go into an all out freak attack over the doctor not being able to see me for another few days, it really has really been something else.
I had a rough start, but I seem to be feeling a little better everyday.
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Bella
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My first few days in Ireland were nothing if not interesting and perhaps even a little… challenging. From getting sick - to dealing with Slut one and Slut two, making besties with Rosabitch and having Jasper go into an all out freak attack over the doctor not being able to see me for another few days, it really has really been something else.
I had a rough start, but I seem to be feeling a little better everyday.
We had Migg’s here now, and while it would have been nice to get away from the responsibility for a while; I would have never made it a mouth without him. Migg’s had been the only constant in my life for the past three or so years. Friends are a dime a dozen and since my Edward fiasco I really had a hard time trusting people.
Sure Magg’s and Jake were my friends and I still saw them often when I moved out on my own, but it wasn’t as it should be. I didn’t go out of my way to stay in touch and I surely didn’t waste my time following them around playing third wheel and tried to distance myself from Jacob’s brother even more so.
Migg’s was my little man, and I’m fairly certain that when the time comes I will morn that little beast more than I had my own father; my real father that is.
Yesterday had been an adventure in itself, the ride to Dublin to retrieve said black and ugly monster was a blast.
Sure Magg’s and Jake were my friends and I still saw them often when I moved out on my own, but it wasn’t as it should be. I didn’t go out of my way to stay in touch and I surely didn’t waste my time following them around playing third wheel and tried to distance myself from Jacob’s brother even more so.
Migg’s was my little man, and I’m fairly certain that when the time comes I will morn that little beast more than I had my own father; my real father that is.
Yesterday had been an adventure in itself, the ride to Dublin to retrieve said black and ugly monster was a blast.
Emmett and Rose had accompanied us and I don’t think I had ever seen Jasper do a better impersonation of an owl before; his eyes were the size of…
Well shit, add your own comparison; I’m fresh out.
It was quite comical and for a moment when Jasper said nothing I feared Rosalie might take offense.
Ever since that disaster in the dinning room Jasper hasn’t been particularly friendly towards Rosalie or Garrett. Not that I blame him. If the shoe was on the other foot; I’d of had that bitches head on silver platter to which I would serve it to my man while I fetched his slippers and lit his pipe. You know, just doing the womanly duty in the house.
Okay… maybe I went a little to far with that one.
I still hadn’t told him what went down between me and my uber bitch of a friend.
Yeah, I said friend.
Because she was.
Well shit, add your own comparison; I’m fresh out.
It was quite comical and for a moment when Jasper said nothing I feared Rosalie might take offense.
Ever since that disaster in the dinning room Jasper hasn’t been particularly friendly towards Rosalie or Garrett. Not that I blame him. If the shoe was on the other foot; I’d of had that bitches head on silver platter to which I would serve it to my man while I fetched his slippers and lit his pipe. You know, just doing the womanly duty in the house.
Okay… maybe I went a little to far with that one.
I still hadn’t told him what went down between me and my uber bitch of a friend.
Yeah, I said friend.
Because she was.
When I had woken up after Jasper’s arrival Emmett was waiting at the foot of the bed. He was worried about me; it was written plainly all over his face, but what stopped me short of a rant about how I was fine was Rosalie; she looked as upset if not more so than my brother.
Then we talked.
All of us.
We went downstairs, had a drink and let it all spill.
Rosalie was a lot like myself; she didn’t trust people and when she did open herself to trust it was because she was fiercely loyal to that person. That person was Jasper.
Jasper had been there when Emmett found her in a back ally behind one of her father’s clubs. She had been raped and beaten almost to death, and suddenly I wasn’t so envious of her beauty.
Rosalie had always been a beautiful girl from what I remember, but she had to have in all about 17 surgeries to restore it. When Emmett and Jasper had found her, her face was cut beyond all recognition. It was weeks before anyone even knew who she was.
Like me, Rosalie didn’t like to talk about the past, but like me it also got the better of her, and the night that happened Jasper was there, he listened to her fears about falling in love with Emmett, and her insecurities of not being good enough. Like me she felt inadequate and worthless; broken and damaged.
Then we talked.
All of us.
We went downstairs, had a drink and let it all spill.
Rosalie was a lot like myself; she didn’t trust people and when she did open herself to trust it was because she was fiercely loyal to that person. That person was Jasper.
Jasper had been there when Emmett found her in a back ally behind one of her father’s clubs. She had been raped and beaten almost to death, and suddenly I wasn’t so envious of her beauty.
Rosalie had always been a beautiful girl from what I remember, but she had to have in all about 17 surgeries to restore it. When Emmett and Jasper had found her, her face was cut beyond all recognition. It was weeks before anyone even knew who she was.
Like me, Rosalie didn’t like to talk about the past, but like me it also got the better of her, and the night that happened Jasper was there, he listened to her fears about falling in love with Emmett, and her insecurities of not being good enough. Like me she felt inadequate and worthless; broken and damaged.
So when I came along, sure she had felt sympathy for me, even if all she thought I was only a lowly bar whore who happened to have the shit beat out of me by my pimp. I laughed at her assumptions. The reasoning behind her hostility towards me was due to the fact that Jasper had confided in her about me, and she being the woman she was defended him the only way she knew how. She was terrified I was going to hurt Jazz, break him like I had unknowingly did when I left with Edward all those years ago.
Something of a kinship was made that day between us and the bond only solidified when she literally pulled Kate Denali out of the room by the head of her hair after I hit Tanya when she called me the Cullen’s whore.
Something of a kinship was made that day between us and the bond only solidified when she literally pulled Kate Denali out of the room by the head of her hair after I hit Tanya when she called me the Cullen’s whore.
The four of us had a great time in Dublin, we did a little Christmas shopping as we couldn’t bring a lot with us on the plane. Most of our gifts were already there anyways, we had done most of our shopping online - which FYI is the only way to go - and shipped directly to the Wicklow house, so we mostly purchased little gag gifts and stocking stuffers.
We ate lunch in the city and then Emmett and Jasper decided to take us on a little drive, mostly to show us where they would be taking us after the holidays were over.
We ate lunch in the city and then Emmett and Jasper decided to take us on a little drive, mostly to show us where they would be taking us after the holidays were over.
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| Humewood Castle |
My first pick was definitely going to be between the Killruddery House and Gardens or Humewood Castle; both are said to be magical.
After seeing them both I decided I wanted to see the Humewood first. Jasper smiled at me and told me he would have it arranged. Rose and I both looked at each other; mirroring each others confusion by what Jazz had meant by that.
After seeing them both I decided I wanted to see the Humewood first. Jasper smiled at me and told me he would have it arranged. Rose and I both looked at each other; mirroring each others confusion by what Jazz had meant by that.
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| Killruddery House and Gardens |
With a laugh, Jasper decided to save us the worry lines and told us that the grounds keeper would be opening up the house especially for us seeing that it wasn’t exactly tourist season. At least I wasn’t the only one to spit out my coffee. Rosalie and I both had to spend the next few minutes patting each others backs and struggling not to choke to death.
I have always known that the Cullen’s were a powerful family, but they rarely acted it so at times I forget.
Yes, they were disgustingly rich and they liked to enjoy their wealth and their toys, but on the inside they were just like the rest of us, so when they pulled rabbits out of their hats like now, well it still surprises the shit out of me and reminds me just how far just the name Cullen will get you, especially here.
I have always known that the Cullen’s were a powerful family, but they rarely acted it so at times I forget.
Yes, they were disgustingly rich and they liked to enjoy their wealth and their toys, but on the inside they were just like the rest of us, so when they pulled rabbits out of their hats like now, well it still surprises the shit out of me and reminds me just how far just the name Cullen will get you, especially here.
When it was time to return to the “manor” you could see the pout settling on Jasper’s face.
My poor baby. He didn’t want to go back.
I told him that sulking didn’t become him which made Emmett laugh so hard he nearly pissed himself - or so he says.
Jasper just rolled his eyes at me, tightened his grip on the steering wheel and muttered under his breath about ‘dragon ladies’ and ‘stealing his Bella’.
Was it wrong that I found Jazz’s fear of Granny Platt a turn on?
Maybe I really am sick, because by time we got to bed that night the last thing on my mind was sleep and made sure that he knew it.
Several times.
Which is why we were still in bed at noon on Christmas Eve.
My poor baby. He didn’t want to go back.
I told him that sulking didn’t become him which made Emmett laugh so hard he nearly pissed himself - or so he says.
Jasper just rolled his eyes at me, tightened his grip on the steering wheel and muttered under his breath about ‘dragon ladies’ and ‘stealing his Bella’.
Was it wrong that I found Jazz’s fear of Granny Platt a turn on?
Maybe I really am sick, because by time we got to bed that night the last thing on my mind was sleep and made sure that he knew it.
Several times.
Which is why we were still in bed at noon on Christmas Eve.
I had been awake for about an hour now, but had no desire to move from this bed, but in my defense who would want to. I had a gloriously naked man who was at the moment nibbling on the back of my neck, and by the hard cock pressing into my ass was anything to go by I’d say he was awake.
“Morning,” I whispered.
Jazz chuckled into my neck. “More like afternoon, blackbird.”
He tightened his arms around me and went back to suckling my heated skin with vigor.
I moaned - loudly - as his fingertips found my hardened nipples and I was already dripping with excitement.
I pressed back into him causing him to growl out as I rubbed myself against him.
“Are you feeling well this morning?” he asked me in a tight voice, I knew that meant that he was warring with himself. Jazz was desperately horny but he was also worried that I would wear myself out.
Which was kind of the point if you ask me.
“Morning,” I whispered.
Jazz chuckled into my neck. “More like afternoon, blackbird.”
He tightened his arms around me and went back to suckling my heated skin with vigor.
I moaned - loudly - as his fingertips found my hardened nipples and I was already dripping with excitement.
I pressed back into him causing him to growl out as I rubbed myself against him.
“Are you feeling well this morning?” he asked me in a tight voice, I knew that meant that he was warring with himself. Jazz was desperately horny but he was also worried that I would wear myself out.
Which was kind of the point if you ask me.
Just saying.
Ever since my freak out the morning after my arrival and my sudden bouts of narcolepsy; Jazz has been overbearingly protective.
I couldn’t tell you exactly what had set me off that morning, I had a bad dream but that wasn’t exactly what that problem was. I fainted I can tell you that much, but I was aware of it. I remember feeling dizzy as I got out of bed, and I remember a blinding light filling my sight, and then flashes of memories and I don’t really know who to explain what I saw, but it frightened me.
I moved Jasper’s hand from the breast his was currently torturing and let the wetness of my arousal be his answer.
“God… Bella, I need you. I need you now.” He groaned into my ear, and repositioned my leg over his hip and gently slid into me.
We both hissed at the contact. The feeling was too good for words, so I settled on moaning out my enthusiasm and he replied much in the same way, except he took it a little further by muttering naughty things under his breath that I’m not even sure he realized he was saying out loud.
“Fuck… so tight… such a good kitty.”
Ever since my freak out the morning after my arrival and my sudden bouts of narcolepsy; Jazz has been overbearingly protective.
I couldn’t tell you exactly what had set me off that morning, I had a bad dream but that wasn’t exactly what that problem was. I fainted I can tell you that much, but I was aware of it. I remember feeling dizzy as I got out of bed, and I remember a blinding light filling my sight, and then flashes of memories and I don’t really know who to explain what I saw, but it frightened me.
I moved Jasper’s hand from the breast his was currently torturing and let the wetness of my arousal be his answer.
“God… Bella, I need you. I need you now.” He groaned into my ear, and repositioned my leg over his hip and gently slid into me.
We both hissed at the contact. The feeling was too good for words, so I settled on moaning out my enthusiasm and he replied much in the same way, except he took it a little further by muttering naughty things under his breath that I’m not even sure he realized he was saying out loud.
“Fuck… so tight… such a good kitty.”
This only made me hornier.
His slow and steady thrust felt so good, but they were torture and this morning I happened to be a “Greedy Bitch”. I wanted more.
I wanted to feel the raw power and feral side of Jasper that I knew he possessed. Such a complex person he was, he could be a wild animal one minute and as tame as a kitten the next.
“Jazz.. I need-” I couldn’t force the words out as his hands split my folds and went for the kill.
“What baby? What do you need, love.” He asked, his voice was thick with lust and as sweet as honey.
I waited for him to pick up the pace, to fuck me harder, but he didn’t. Jazz kept his pace like a soldier marches. Over and over… in… out… in… out… until I could take no more and screamed out my wishes.
“Jesus… Jazz… I want you to fuck me… HARD!”
I could feel him smile against my back and I realized that this was what he wanted all along. He wanted for me to scream and he wanted me to tell him what I wanted.
“On your knees.” He commanded.
Fuck! He was so hot when he was like this.
Jasper was a solider of his own army, and it showed when he was assertive, like this, like now; with me on my knees in front of him, with him behind hind me telling me that : He was going to fuck me now.
His slow and steady thrust felt so good, but they were torture and this morning I happened to be a “Greedy Bitch”. I wanted more.
I wanted to feel the raw power and feral side of Jasper that I knew he possessed. Such a complex person he was, he could be a wild animal one minute and as tame as a kitten the next.
“Jazz.. I need-” I couldn’t force the words out as his hands split my folds and went for the kill.
“What baby? What do you need, love.” He asked, his voice was thick with lust and as sweet as honey.
I waited for him to pick up the pace, to fuck me harder, but he didn’t. Jazz kept his pace like a soldier marches. Over and over… in… out… in… out… until I could take no more and screamed out my wishes.
“Jesus… Jazz… I want you to fuck me… HARD!”
I could feel him smile against my back and I realized that this was what he wanted all along. He wanted for me to scream and he wanted me to tell him what I wanted.
“On your knees.” He commanded.
Fuck! He was so hot when he was like this.
Jasper was a solider of his own army, and it showed when he was assertive, like this, like now; with me on my knees in front of him, with him behind hind me telling me that : He was going to fuck me now.
Like I said hot.
“FUCK!” He cursed as he slammed his way home.
And I was in total agreement.
I could feel the coil in my stomach tighten with each thrust. It was maddening.
“Fuck me… Jazz, I need to cum.. Make me cum.”
His response was to make a fist in my hair and pull my back flush with his chest as his other hand drifted to my clit and worked it in fast circles.
“Yes!” I cried. “Right there baby… so good.”
“God… I’m not going to last.” he ground out. “Fuck… Cum for me, Blackbird.”
God I was almost there, I could feel the delirium setting in when you know your about to explode. I couldn’t think about anything but his voice and the pounding of his flesh with mine. Faster… Harder…
“FUCK!” He cursed as he slammed his way home.
And I was in total agreement.
I could feel the coil in my stomach tighten with each thrust. It was maddening.
“Fuck me… Jazz, I need to cum.. Make me cum.”
His response was to make a fist in my hair and pull my back flush with his chest as his other hand drifted to my clit and worked it in fast circles.
“Yes!” I cried. “Right there baby… so good.”
“God… I’m not going to last.” he ground out. “Fuck… Cum for me, Blackbird.”
God I was almost there, I could feel the delirium setting in when you know your about to explode. I couldn’t think about anything but his voice and the pounding of his flesh with mine. Faster… Harder…
“Fuck…” I yelled as the coil sprang free and my body convulsed around him.
Jazz gave it two more thrusts before he growled and crushed me too him as he emptied himself in me.
We collapsed together trying to catch our breath, and I was fighting the pounding of the blood in my ears.
“That was… amazing.” Jazz told me a few minutes later, sweetly kissing my lips and caressing my cheek.
“That doesn’t even begin to sum that up.” I told him with a smile.
Something shifted then and Jasper’s face grew serious.
Very serious.
“Promise that you will never leave me.” My heart broke at the fear in his eyes. It was the same look I remembered him having when I left four years ago. “Promise me that your alright.” he whispered.
I was taken back.
I understood now. The overbearing protectiveness, the constant worry. Jasper was scared shitless something was going to take me away from him.
Jazz gave it two more thrusts before he growled and crushed me too him as he emptied himself in me.
We collapsed together trying to catch our breath, and I was fighting the pounding of the blood in my ears.
“That was… amazing.” Jazz told me a few minutes later, sweetly kissing my lips and caressing my cheek.
“That doesn’t even begin to sum that up.” I told him with a smile.
Something shifted then and Jasper’s face grew serious.
Very serious.
“Promise that you will never leave me.” My heart broke at the fear in his eyes. It was the same look I remembered him having when I left four years ago. “Promise me that your alright.” he whispered.
I was taken back.
I understood now. The overbearing protectiveness, the constant worry. Jasper was scared shitless something was going to take me away from him.
“Jazz… I can’t make promises that I have no power over. We can’t know what the future has in store for us.” I told him, wiping away the tear that unconsciously fell from his eye. “but, I can promise that I will never leave you of my own volition.”
He pulled me too him and kissed me deep and slow.
“I love you, my little blackbird.” He said kissing my nose and cheeks. “I always have.” he whispered, finally taking my mouth with his and kissing the senses right out of me.
“I love you, too-” I wanted to say more. I wanted to tell him he had always been the one for me, but a relentless pounding on our door broke the spell of the moment.
Jazz growled and muttered something about ’I’m gonna fucking kill him’. Cause we both knew who it was. There was only one person alive stupid enough to knock on Jazz’s door after the rough few days that we had had.
Emmett.
And of course, having no tack and apparently no morals, Emmett didn’t wait to be invited him, he casually opened the door and strolled in as if we weren’t naked and sweaty under the sheets.
“What the fuck do you want.” Jasper sighed, visibly annoyed to the point of violence.
Emmett snorted and bellowed out a laugh, and for a moment I feared for the glass in the room.
“Christ bro, I thought you’d be nicer after you got in Bella’s panties.”
“Emmett!” Jazz and I yelled in unison.
“Anywho,” Emmett stated, perching his ass at the end of the bed. “You need to get your asses up. It’s almost two and Esme needs your recipe for ‘Sweet Potato’ something or another.”
I just looked at him, then to Jazz, down at myself, and back to Emmett, who was scratching his head probably trying to figure out why I hadn’t moved yet.
Jasper sighed and ran his hands through his haystack of hair, tugging on it like, ripping it out by the roots would magically make Emmett disappear.
If it were only so simple.
“Em?” I said.
“What Beany-bell?” He asked with a smile.
“Out.”
He looked thoroughly confused, which he confirmed when he replied with a stealer “Huh?”
“Leave.” I told him pointing to the bed sheets in explanation. “I’m naked.” I deadpanned.
“Oh.” Emmett said meekly. “Oh, yeah, um… right. See ya in a few.”
He smirked as he neared the door, and I could only wait with dread to what might come out of his mouth.
“Good work, Bro.” And with that he was off like a shot and straight into the door Rosalie had just opened.
Emmett landed on the floor with a loud thud.
“Emmett, I thought I told you to leave them alone.” Rose scolded as she helped her buffoon of a husband off the floor.
He shook his head with a “burr”, “Damn baby, you know I love it when you knock me off my feet, but this was a little much, don’t ya think?”
He pulled me too him and kissed me deep and slow.
“I love you, my little blackbird.” He said kissing my nose and cheeks. “I always have.” he whispered, finally taking my mouth with his and kissing the senses right out of me.
“I love you, too-” I wanted to say more. I wanted to tell him he had always been the one for me, but a relentless pounding on our door broke the spell of the moment.
Jazz growled and muttered something about ’I’m gonna fucking kill him’. Cause we both knew who it was. There was only one person alive stupid enough to knock on Jazz’s door after the rough few days that we had had.
Emmett.
And of course, having no tack and apparently no morals, Emmett didn’t wait to be invited him, he casually opened the door and strolled in as if we weren’t naked and sweaty under the sheets.
“What the fuck do you want.” Jasper sighed, visibly annoyed to the point of violence.
Emmett snorted and bellowed out a laugh, and for a moment I feared for the glass in the room.
“Christ bro, I thought you’d be nicer after you got in Bella’s panties.”
“Emmett!” Jazz and I yelled in unison.
“Anywho,” Emmett stated, perching his ass at the end of the bed. “You need to get your asses up. It’s almost two and Esme needs your recipe for ‘Sweet Potato’ something or another.”
I just looked at him, then to Jazz, down at myself, and back to Emmett, who was scratching his head probably trying to figure out why I hadn’t moved yet.
Jasper sighed and ran his hands through his haystack of hair, tugging on it like, ripping it out by the roots would magically make Emmett disappear.
If it were only so simple.
“Em?” I said.
“What Beany-bell?” He asked with a smile.
“Out.”
He looked thoroughly confused, which he confirmed when he replied with a stealer “Huh?”
“Leave.” I told him pointing to the bed sheets in explanation. “I’m naked.” I deadpanned.
“Oh.” Emmett said meekly. “Oh, yeah, um… right. See ya in a few.”
He smirked as he neared the door, and I could only wait with dread to what might come out of his mouth.
“Good work, Bro.” And with that he was off like a shot and straight into the door Rosalie had just opened.
Emmett landed on the floor with a loud thud.
“Emmett, I thought I told you to leave them alone.” Rose scolded as she helped her buffoon of a husband off the floor.
He shook his head with a “burr”, “Damn baby, you know I love it when you knock me off my feet, but this was a little much, don’t ya think?”
Jazz and I laughed, and Rosalie gave it the ol’ two handed face palm as she rushed out an apology and drug Emmett from the room.
We heard the resounding smack a few seconds latter that told me that Emmett had said something smartass and just got the mother-fucking shit smacked out of him.
Serves the idiot right.
The rest of the day was lazy and peaceful, well, as peaceful as this group got anyway.
Some were more peaceable than others.
We heard the resounding smack a few seconds latter that told me that Emmett had said something smartass and just got the mother-fucking shit smacked out of him.
Serves the idiot right.
The rest of the day was lazy and peaceful, well, as peaceful as this group got anyway.
Some were more peaceable than others.
I passed the time with Esme and Auntie Rue in the kitchen, as Esme wouldn’t hear of anyone but family making Christmas dinner.
I had to agree.
So we plucked and peeled, mashed and cored damn near everything in the kitchen.
Emmett and Jazz were there for a while too, trying to hide from Granny Platt I suspected, but were soon banned from the kitchen when their fingers started to wander into the raw cake and cookie dough and began sneaking bits of my ham.
I think the only smart one in the family was Carlisle, he made some excuse as to why he had to hide in the study for the remainder of the afternoon.
By 7PM Esme and I were ready to go on the war path with Emmett. I don’t know how someone as big and loud as he is got past us. But as the ham and cookies started to dwindle I knew we had a thief.
I had to agree.
So we plucked and peeled, mashed and cored damn near everything in the kitchen.
Emmett and Jazz were there for a while too, trying to hide from Granny Platt I suspected, but were soon banned from the kitchen when their fingers started to wander into the raw cake and cookie dough and began sneaking bits of my ham.
I think the only smart one in the family was Carlisle, he made some excuse as to why he had to hide in the study for the remainder of the afternoon.
By 7PM Esme and I were ready to go on the war path with Emmett. I don’t know how someone as big and loud as he is got past us. But as the ham and cookies started to dwindle I knew we had a thief.
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| "I didn't do it I swear" |
It wasn’t until dinner was ready and had tomorrows ready to be cooked, that I discovered Emmett had an accomplice. I caught Jazz in the sitting room along side Emmett and they both looked guilty as hell. Rosalie’s eye roll only further intrigued my interest.
“Jasper Wade Whitlock Cullen!” I admonished.
“What?” He was trying for innocent, but kind of ruined it with his signature smirk, and the chocolate crumbs on his mouth didn’t help his case either.
“Don’t you what me.” I told him sternly.
“Whitlock, I know yer not in there givin that little girl any trouble, I may be old but I can still tan yer hide.”
I smiled as Granny Platt’s voice carried over from the next room.
“No ma’am,” Jasper answered, quietly.
“What was that, speak up, boy, or I’ll have you over the arm of this here couch faster than you can say ‘pick a switch’.”
“Yes Ma’am,” He called louder.
“Good, now, get yer asses in here foods goin’ cold.”
Jasper narrowed his eyes at me, trying to be miffed with me about getting him in trouble with Trudy.
Hey. It’s not my fault she likes me better.
And if that wasn’t childish enough for you, I maturely stuck my tongue out at Jazz before giggling and running for my life as chased me from the room.
“Yes Ma’am,” He called louder.
“Good, now, get yer asses in here foods goin’ cold.”
Jasper narrowed his eyes at me, trying to be miffed with me about getting him in trouble with Trudy.
Hey. It’s not my fault she likes me better.
And if that wasn’t childish enough for you, I maturely stuck my tongue out at Jazz before giggling and running for my life as chased me from the room.
My heart was pounding as we entered the dinning room. It was beautifully decorated. Reds, greens and gold’s filled the space giving the room a warm feeling you want to carry with you all year long.
I slammed on my brakes as I entered and Jasper crashed into me almost taking me to the floor. I was speechless.
That old bitch wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow.
Fuck my life.
“Doe’s Edward know you run around the house like an uncultured vagrant, Isabella?”
I only have three words.
Elaine Antoinette Cullen.
Carlisle mother.
That old bitch wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow.
Fuck my life.
“Doe’s Edward know you run around the house like an uncultured vagrant, Isabella?”
I only have three words.
Elaine Antoinette Cullen.
Carlisle mother.
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| Elaine Cullen |
The woman was a poised, stuck up, one woman Team Edward.
And I say again ’Fuck my life’.
“Hello Elaine, how was your flight?” I asked hoping she’d drop the subject of Edward until someone could fill her in.
“Ghastly child, now where is my grandson?” She asked icily.
Just then Granny Platt and Esme came in carrying platters of food. Granny stopped in her tracks, her eyes immediately narrowing.
“Who in the hell let her out.” Trudy asked no one in particular. “I woulda had another drink if I’d known you’d be here.”
“The feeling is mutual, I assure you.” Elaine spat back, for a second I wondered if we were about to be privileged to a Grannies Gone Wild, as the two Matriarchs of the family continued to stare each other down.
“Oh look, it’s the Wicked Witch of the West. Where’s your flyin’ monkey?” Rue asked standing at the entryway with a hand held on her hip; referring to Elaine’s man servant; Tomas.
“I suppose you find that terrible clever.” Elaine said with a wicked smile, one impossible groomed eyebrow arched high.
The rest of dinner was quiet.
Quiet as the dead, quiet.
Until desert was served.
And I say again ’Fuck my life’.
“Hello Elaine, how was your flight?” I asked hoping she’d drop the subject of Edward until someone could fill her in.
“Ghastly child, now where is my grandson?” She asked icily.
Just then Granny Platt and Esme came in carrying platters of food. Granny stopped in her tracks, her eyes immediately narrowing.
“Who in the hell let her out.” Trudy asked no one in particular. “I woulda had another drink if I’d known you’d be here.”
“The feeling is mutual, I assure you.” Elaine spat back, for a second I wondered if we were about to be privileged to a Grannies Gone Wild, as the two Matriarchs of the family continued to stare each other down.
“Oh look, it’s the Wicked Witch of the West. Where’s your flyin’ monkey?” Rue asked standing at the entryway with a hand held on her hip; referring to Elaine’s man servant; Tomas.
“I suppose you find that terrible clever.” Elaine said with a wicked smile, one impossible groomed eyebrow arched high.
The rest of dinner was quiet.
Quiet as the dead, quiet.
Until desert was served.
Throughout dinner we had all stay well away from the topic of Edward. With good reason. Elaine was very pro Edward. And was very against him every dating a “half-breed” such as myself.
Plainly: The woman hated my guts.
“So, Isabella.” She started in a sickly-sweet voice. “How is that you are here and Edward is not?” I knew it was coming, I was just glad I had gotten most of my dinner down before it had to come back up.
I heard Jasper growl next to me and Esme groan, she like me was never good enough for the Cullen Family in Elaine’s eyes.
Plainly: The woman hated my guts.
“So, Isabella.” She started in a sickly-sweet voice. “How is that you are here and Edward is not?” I knew it was coming, I was just glad I had gotten most of my dinner down before it had to come back up.
I heard Jasper growl next to me and Esme groan, she like me was never good enough for the Cullen Family in Elaine’s eyes.
“Mother,” Carlisle said, standing and placing his napkin over his plate. “Edward has left the family, but perhaps we could discuss it later… in private.”
“Of course, dear, whatever you wish,” Elaine smiled to her son. “But what I wish to know now is why she,” she said dismissively gesturing her hand to me, “is here?”
Jasper shot out of his chair and I had to grab his hand and give it a tight squeeze to keep him from saying something he may regret latter.
“She,” Granny Platt bellowed, standing to her full height - which was impressive - “is here, because she was invited, by my grandson, and she owes you no explanation.”
I balked and looked around the table. Carlisle looked panic stricken, Esme was pissed, Alice was trying not to giggle along with Emmett and Rosalie, Rue looked as ready to brawl as Esme and Jasper… Jasper looked like he might cry.
Granny Platt had called him her grandson. Not Jethro, You, or Sonny, she had called him her kin, and I think it meant more to him than even he realized.
It was quiet after that.
Emmett suggested presents; the one present before bed on Christmas eve.
I couldn’t wait to give Jasper his.
“Of course, dear, whatever you wish,” Elaine smiled to her son. “But what I wish to know now is why she,” she said dismissively gesturing her hand to me, “is here?”
Jasper shot out of his chair and I had to grab his hand and give it a tight squeeze to keep him from saying something he may regret latter.
“She,” Granny Platt bellowed, standing to her full height - which was impressive - “is here, because she was invited, by my grandson, and she owes you no explanation.”
I balked and looked around the table. Carlisle looked panic stricken, Esme was pissed, Alice was trying not to giggle along with Emmett and Rosalie, Rue looked as ready to brawl as Esme and Jasper… Jasper looked like he might cry.
Granny Platt had called him her grandson. Not Jethro, You, or Sonny, she had called him her kin, and I think it meant more to him than even he realized.
It was quiet after that.
Emmett suggested presents; the one present before bed on Christmas eve.
I couldn’t wait to give Jasper his.
I had found a Gibson SJ-250 Monarch online and when I seen it I knew Jasper had to have it. It was a thing of beauty. I just hoped Jasper didn’t kill me when he found out what I spent on it. I had to take some of my trust money out to purchase it, and Carlisle was more than happy to help. In my eyes 30,000 meant nothing compared to what Jasper had done for me.
As the gifts were passed out I waited in anticipation.
By time it was Jasper’s go, I shot out of my chair before Alice - the present designator had a chance to hand him anything- as the others looked to me like I might have finally lost it.
I raced to the tree and slipped behind it to where I had hidden my surprise. When I brought it out Jasper eyed me carefully.
As the gifts were passed out I waited in anticipation.
By time it was Jasper’s go, I shot out of my chair before Alice - the present designator had a chance to hand him anything- as the others looked to me like I might have finally lost it.
I raced to the tree and slipped behind it to where I had hidden my surprise. When I brought it out Jasper eyed me carefully.
I placed the case in his lap and almost squealed out. “Open it!”
He did and did so with a gasp.
“Babe,” He breathed. It was so cute. Jasper was speechless.
“Do you like it?” I asked, my nerves getting the better of me. Maybe he didn’t like this one.
He did and did so with a gasp.
“Babe,” He breathed. It was so cute. Jasper was speechless.
“Do you like it?” I asked, my nerves getting the better of me. Maybe he didn’t like this one.
“Like it?” he asked, raising his head to look me in the eye. “Baby, it’s incredible.”
I ignored the stink eye from Elaine when Jasper called me baby. She like everyone else would have to deal. She hadn’t said anything pertaining to mine and Jasper’s relationship, but you would think a woman of her education and standing would be able to put two and two together, right?
Jasper took the guitar from the case with ease, like it was a piece of glass he might brake, and gave it a gentle strum.
“Where did you get this?” he asked me in awe.
“My little secret.” He smiled at me and that’s when the firelight caught the little silver plate at the neck.
“What’s this?” he held the guitar closer to his face and read aloud. “Love, your blackbird.”
“Thank you, baby.” He said with a smile that promised goodies later.
I ignored the stink eye from Elaine when Jasper called me baby. She like everyone else would have to deal. She hadn’t said anything pertaining to mine and Jasper’s relationship, but you would think a woman of her education and standing would be able to put two and two together, right?
Jasper took the guitar from the case with ease, like it was a piece of glass he might brake, and gave it a gentle strum.
“Where did you get this?” he asked me in awe.
“My little secret.” He smiled at me and that’s when the firelight caught the little silver plate at the neck.
“What’s this?” he held the guitar closer to his face and read aloud. “Love, your blackbird.”
“Thank you, baby.” He said with a smile that promised goodies later.
“Your turn Bella…” Alice sung out and dropped a small wrapped package in my lap, it had a huge envelope stuck to the top and I almost couldn’t see the box underneath it.
“Where did you find that,” Jasper asked. His voice sounded funny, like he was really horse.
“It was right in front.” Alice replied just as confused as I was.
“She must have kicked it out when she was back there.” I heard Jasper mutter under his breath.
When I looked down at him he seemed a little red in the face, almost embarrassed, and I briefly wondered if maybe this was gift not to be opened in the presence of others.
“Was I not supposed to have this one,” I said and started to hand it back to Alice.
“No,” Jasper shouted and stood to take the gift back, laying it my hands with the utmost care. “It was supposed to be for tomorrow, but I see no reason you can’t have it now.”
He was smiling.
Really smiling.
Hmm?
I peeled the envelope from the package and raised an eye brow in Jazz’s direction.
“Read it first.” He told me.
The envelope was a plain cream and scrawled across the front in Jazz’s script read: Blackbird.
“Well don’t keep us in the dark forever, what’s it say.” Alice chirped.
I looked to Jazz for approval, I didn’t know how private it might be.
I tore it open and as I skimmed through the first few lines my heart raced and my eyes stung.
I cleared my throat hoping to get through this with out breaking down.
“Where did you find that,” Jasper asked. His voice sounded funny, like he was really horse.
“It was right in front.” Alice replied just as confused as I was.
“She must have kicked it out when she was back there.” I heard Jasper mutter under his breath.
When I looked down at him he seemed a little red in the face, almost embarrassed, and I briefly wondered if maybe this was gift not to be opened in the presence of others.
“Was I not supposed to have this one,” I said and started to hand it back to Alice.
“No,” Jasper shouted and stood to take the gift back, laying it my hands with the utmost care. “It was supposed to be for tomorrow, but I see no reason you can’t have it now.”
He was smiling.
Really smiling.
Hmm?
I peeled the envelope from the package and raised an eye brow in Jazz’s direction.
“Read it first.” He told me.
The envelope was a plain cream and scrawled across the front in Jazz’s script read: Blackbird.
“Well don’t keep us in the dark forever, what’s it say.” Alice chirped.
I looked to Jazz for approval, I didn’t know how private it might be.
I tore it open and as I skimmed through the first few lines my heart raced and my eyes stung.
I cleared my throat hoping to get through this with out breaking down.
My Blackbird,
Forgive a fool on this holiday,
Forgive him and his foolish ways.
A boy to scared to say what he felt,
And a man who was about to do the same.
I loved you from the beginning,
Since that very first day,
With a shiner on you eye and love in your heart,
You bewitched me.
I have been a fool once, twice and three times a charm,
And I have let you walk away.
No more I say,
No more.
I can’t promise there won’t be storms,
There will, that’s life.
Forgive a fool on this holiday,
Forgive him and his foolish ways.
A boy to scared to say what he felt,
And a man who was about to do the same.
I loved you from the beginning,
Since that very first day,
With a shiner on you eye and love in your heart,
You bewitched me.
I have been a fool once, twice and three times a charm,
And I have let you walk away.
No more I say,
No more.
I can’t promise there won’t be storms,
There will, that’s life.
But my beloved Blackbird,
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass,
It’s about learning to dance in the rain.
With trembling hands I write you this…
With a racing heart I wait…
For you to just say yes, and give this fool a break.
I looked up from the page with bleary eyes, and gasped.
Jasper was in kneeling in front of me, a black box in his hand.
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass,
It’s about learning to dance in the rain.
With trembling hands I write you this…
With a racing heart I wait…
For you to just say yes, and give this fool a break.
I looked up from the page with bleary eyes, and gasped.
Jasper was in kneeling in front of me, a black box in his hand.
“I will always love you Bella,” he told me. “Marry me, darlin.”
I felt I might cry harder, and that I might pass out.
Jasper took my hands in his and placed something cool into my palm, before closing it tight.
With my fist balled around the item, Jasper placed it over my heart.
My throat was tight, and my eyes were burning from the tears.
I nodded, it was all I could do.
Jasper took my hands in his and placed something cool into my palm, before closing it tight.
With my fist balled around the item, Jasper placed it over my heart.
My throat was tight, and my eyes were burning from the tears.
I nodded, it was all I could do.
“Is that a yes?” He asked, his smile growing bigger.
“Yes,” I rasped out.
“Would someone care to explain this to me?” Called the one voice in all the world I couldn’t possibly deal with tonight.
“Edward?” I asked stupidly.
Then my world went black.
“Yes,” I rasped out.
“Would someone care to explain this to me?” Called the one voice in all the world I couldn’t possibly deal with tonight.
“Edward?” I asked stupidly.
Then my world went black.
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