If the Boughs Break, Blood Will Flow

Chapter Twelve ~ Blood Confessions

Chapter Twelve

Blood Confessions

As the black limo maneuvered through the busy city, Bella's mind was racing. They were on their way back to his, no their apartment. Would he have any quirks that would drive her crazy? Like leaving the toilet seat up, dirty socks on the bedroom floor, dirty dishes all over the apartment, all things that would set her OCD tendencies in a tizzy.

"Whatcha thinking about so seriously, mo fhiorghra (my true love)," Edward asked, reaching out and placing his hand on her leg. He had been watching her ever since they had left the hospital. She was so beautiful, not only on the outside but on the inside. There was no doubt that she was going to be a fantastic mother, much like his own. He knew that he had a lot of making up to do and he silently swore that she would know just how much she mattered to him from this day forward.

"Things," Bella shrugged, not knowing how to confess her fears of the sudden changes. Last week, she lived with Rose and Alice, planning to have her babies without having their father around. Then suddenly he appears and all those plans are out the window. It wasn't like she wasn't happy that Edward wanted their babies as much as she does; it was the fact that everything had changed so fast.

Reaching out, he placed his hands on either side of her delicate face and softly turned it, so they were looking eye to eye. "Please tell me."

Bella looked into his eyes and sighed. "I am afraid that you will hate living with me."

"How could I hate having you near me all the time?" He asked, unsure what she was thinking, though he saw the sadness in her eyes. Over the past few days, he had a lot of time to think about Bella and their future. At first, he didn't understand the feelings that he had for her. Was it because she was carrying his children, or was it something else? It wasn't until his father had come by the second day that he figured out what he was feeling and why.

He had been watching Bella's door hoping for a chance to catch a glimpse. Thankfully Garrett had been keeping him appraised of Bella and their children's health. With his mother's insider information, he had been able to supply her with food carvings and any other needs that she had while being trapped in a hospital room. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear his father roll over to where he was sitting.

"Son," Carlisle said.

"Dad, I didn't hear you," Edward murmured. In his business, it was dangerous to lose your concentration and not to be aware of your surroundings at all times.

"Thinking about a brown-eyed beauty who is over there in that room?" Carlisle asked, even though he knew the answer. The look in his son's eyes was the same he had when he first met his lovely Esme.

"I am just worried that she and my sons are going to be okay," Edward confessed.

"You love her," Carlisle declared.

"I can't. We have only known each other for just a few days and one of them, I was accusing her of whoring around," he groaned as he lowered his head and pulled his hair. "She is never going to forgive me. I am nothing but a fucking monster."

"You are not a monster and I feel sure that once she calms down, she will forgive you," Carlisle advised. "And, yes, you do love her and I can tell you how I know, and how you can tell."

"How?" Edward whispered as he lifted his sad face towards his father.

"When you look into her eyes and the only thing you see is your future with her, that is how you will know."

"Did you see that in Mom's eyes?" Edward asked. It was evident to anyone who looked at his parents that they were completely and utterly in love with each other.