If the Boughs Break, Blood Will Flow

Chapter Thirteen ~ Blood Proposal

Chapter Thirteen

Blood Proposal

"You have a cook and a housekeeper?" Bella gasped. After receiving a text from everyone that they would be there at six o'clock, Bella got up to go to the kitchen to see if there was any food. That was when Edward informed her about the household staff.

"We have a cook and a housekeeper," Edward stressed.

"Who are they and do they live here," Bella questioned, motioning her hand around the apartment.

"Bree is the cook and Angela is our housekeeper. They live five floors down in their own private apartments. Most of the family live here in this building," he explained.

Bella looked around and saw that the place was immaculate, not a speck of dust anywhere, which calmed her OCD tendency. "Is Bree a good cook?"

"She is a formally trained chef from the Culinary Institute of America here in New York."

"Wow. So are they part of the family, or are they just an employee?" Bella wondered.

"I allow no one this close without being part of the family. Both of their families have been part of the family in some capacity for decades," he said, taking her hand into his. He couldn't get enough of her touch and knew he would be happy his entire life just holding her hand. Bringing it up to his mouth, he kissed each knuckle, then turned it over and placed a kiss on her palm. "So you stop worrying about the dinner. Bree will be here in about an hour to begin preparations. However, before they get here, we do need to discuss a few things.

Bella sat up straight, her body tense for the impending conversation. Had she already done something to upset him?

Edward immediately noticed the change in Bella's body. "A chéadsearc (my one and only), lean back and relax."

Bella did as Edward told her and he reached down, picking up each of her feet, slipping off her shoes and placed them onto his lap, where he began to massage each one. She couldn't help but let out a little moan because it felt so good.

"God, baby, you can't make those sounds. I am hanging on by a thread from not christening each and every room in this apartment," he groaned, adjusting his hardened cock. "Now, you can't tell Rose and Alice about the fact that my family is part of a mafia."

"I know. Why can't they?" Bella quizzed.

"You are family. Rose and Alice are not," Edward clarified.

"We are not married."

"Not yet, but soon," Edward promised.

"Married? You are crazy. We have only known each other a few days," Bella stated.

"Do you love me?" Edward asked.

"Yes, but," she began.

"No buts. You love me and I love you. We are going to be parents in a few months."

"Don't you need to marry someone with Irish blood or something?" Bella stuttered. It wasn't the fact that she didn't want to marry Edward; it was the fact she was scared. She had no clue how to be a wife. Hell, she was just coming to terms that she was going to be a mother.

"Do you know anything about your family history?" He asked, hoping that she wouldn't be upset over the intrusion that he had investigated her lineage.

"Not really. My grandparents were both dead before I was born and my parents never spoke of them."

"Don't be upset. I did look into your family history. Your great-grandparents on your father's side came over from Ireland in 1905. They were both in their early twenties and settled in Boston. They had three children; however, only one survived the Spanish flu. Your grandfather married his childhood sweetheart, moving from Boston to Washington State. They only had your father and when he turned nineteen, they were killed by a drunk driver in a small town about three hours from Seattle," Edward revealed.