Mafia Princess

Chapter Sixty-Eight

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter Sixty-Eight

I flopped back onto the bed thinking that having fuck buddies was a hell of a lot easier than this...

Edward came back into the bedroom, all wet and warm. He wasn't wearing a shirt but unfortunately had on some shorts. He still looked like someone kicked his puppy. "How's your head?" he asked.

"Hurts," I said bluntly.

"Do you have anything to take?" he questioned, looking like he wanted to help.

Stop being a bitch. "I've got some meds in my bag but if I take them, I am not functional for the entire day. I'll just take some ibuprofen or something." I got out of the bed and padded to get them out of my bag in the bathroom. I stumbled a bit. Edward caught me. I looked up at him and he was so troubled. "I'm okay, Edward."

"I'm sorry," he murmured.

"Me, too," I replied, touching his slightly scruffy cheek. I kissed his chin before going to the bathroom. I shut the door and quickly peed. I searched for my ibuprofen to take to cut into the ache that was my migraine. I took the medication and brushed my teeth, padding out to the bedroom. Edward was sitting on the bed, twisting his t-shirt. I stepped in front of him. He saw my feet and he put his hands on my hips, looking up at me. His eyes were dead and sad. "I don't like seeing you like this."

"I don't like feeling like this. Bella, I wanted to tell you in my own way about Jane. I didn't want to scare you," he murmured. "Then, not being able to find you this morning? I thought that Jane had found you, kidnapped you and..." His eyes clamped shut and he closed his fists. "I thought the worst, Little One."

"I would have fought back," I said, running my hands through his wet hair.

"Not if you were drugged," Edward said, his impossibly miserable eyes capturing mine.

"Edward, we both fucked up. I was overly harsh in asking you what was wrong. You were a douche when you told me. I was a bitch this morning. Granted, I had just fallen on my ass and was woken up. You scared me with that look you had in your eyes. I'm sorry for how I acted," I said, brushing his hair away from his face. "I'm also sorry for falling asleep in the office. I was going to read but I didn't think I'd crash like that."

"I'm so sorry for scaring you, Bella. I promise you that I would never hurt you like that. I don't want to be like my father," he said brokenly. His arms banded around my middle and he hugged me tightly. His head was pressed between my breasts. "So sorry." He kissed my skin above my heart and he tightened his hold on me. It was slightly painful but he was obviously torn up about his reaction from earlier. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, kissing his hair.

"I'm going to put on a bathing suit and relax outside. Will you join me once the installation's done?"

"Yeah," he said. "I'm still sorry."

"You were worried and took your anger out on me. I was being a brat and let you feel my full bitch mode," I snorted. "I forgive you. Can you forgive me?"

"I already did," he whispered, pulling my face closer to his.

I gave him a chaste peck. "Can you forgive yourself?" I questioned.

"Give me time," he said, smiling sadly. "I'll be fine. I need to brood for a few more hours." He kissed me sweetly and got up from the bed. "Enjoy your time by the pool. I'll be in here, watching these guys like a hawk." He left the bedroom, shutting the door quietly. With a sigh, I picked up one of my new bathing suits. I quickly changed and threw on a cover up before padding back to the office to pick up the book I had started when I crashed. After grabbing a towel, I went out onto the patio and set myself up next to the pool. As I lay there, I thought about what happened. I wish I could talk to someone. Moments like these, I wish I still had my mom. Her relationship with my dad was unconventional to say the least, but I knew they loved each other.

I hadn't even realized it but I began crying again. I curled up on the lounge, missing my mother, feeling like a fool because of what happened to with Edward and hating the fact that my family was in danger. Edward must have seen me from the house and he picked me up, holding me in his arms. I clutched to his shoulders, sobbing like a freaking baby. He didn't say anything. He just held me, kissing my hair and caressing my back.

Once I finished with my sobfest, I pulled back, wiping my nose unattractively with my hand. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm not normally a crier," I said dejectedly.

"You've had a number of things happen the past couple of days. You're entitled to have a good cry," he said quietly. "Trust me when I say that I wish I could do the same, but it's not socially acceptable for men to have crying jags. I've got a reputation to uphold of being a badass." I giggled, looking at him. He was smirking but his eyes were fully of worry. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Just a combination of things: our fight, the situation with the Volturis and missing my mom terribly. There are days where I wish I had someone female to talk to who could help me. Angie and Jessica are great friends but they've never been in relationships. I'm not close with my aunts because, I ain't gonna lie. They're bitches." I sighed and put my head on his shoulder.

"Excuse me? We're done with the installation. We need to show you and your wife how to use it, Mr. Masen," said one of the workmen.

"Okay, we'll be right there," Edward called back to him.

"Wife?" I asked, arching a brow.

"They were speaking in English and Italian. I tried to explain to them that you were my girlfriend, but I don't they understood the term in English. So, the guy who called out to us and said wife and I went with it. Come on, Mrs. Masen," he quipped, scooping me in his arms. I giggled again, wiggling my feet in the air. He just chuckled and carried me into the house. Normally, the idea of marriage would have scared me. I'm twenty-one.

The only people get married at my age is if they're pregnant.

But, getting married to Edward?

I liked that idea...

A/N: Yeah, Bella's all over the place. She really needs a mother figure, you know? I'd appreciate some loving! Pretty please? With an Edward on top?

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