Daddy's Little Princess: A Mafia Princess Future-Take

Daddy's Little Princess

Penname: Tufano79

Title: Daddy's Little Princess: A Mafia Princess Future-Take

Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Edward and Bella Cullen

Rating: MA/NC-17

Beta: Bridget Derbyshire (Birdee18)

Banner Maker: Chandrakanta

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

All of this isn't mine. Stephenie Meyer created this characters, but I like to play with them and make them do pervy things, like swear and have sex. (Fade to black? Psssh! Not with me, kids!

Warnings: Strong Language, Explicit Sex, Badass former Mobward, Snarky Mafia Princess and an Adorable Kid...Edward's little princess.

Daddy's Little Princess
A Mafia Princess Future-Take
Contribution for the Compilation for Fandom Against Juvenile Diabetes

EPOV

Six Years Since the Birth of Elizabeth Renee Cullen

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" squealed my favorite voice. The pounding of her little feet alerted me to her arrival. I was barely out of my car when my perfect angel threw herself into my arms. "Daddy! I missed you!" she said, kissing my cheek.

"Bethy," I breathed, hugging my baby girl. "I was only gone for a few hours."

"I know, but summer is soooooooooooooo boring when you're at work," Bethy said, giving me a wicked smirk. "When are we going to Italy with Papa?"

"Two weeks, Princess," I said, adjusting her on my hip. "Where's your mom?"

"She's working on her climax," Bethy answered. My eyes bugged out slightly, but then I realized that Bethy was probably describing Bella's book. She was the queen of erotica with a suspenseful twist. Our story, Il Principessa del Mafioso, earned Bella nearly five million dollars and a movie deal. She was now working on the third novel in a trilogy based on the Irish Mafia.

"Was Mommy writing all day?" I asked as I carried my daughter into the house and set her on her feet once inside.

"No. Auntie Ro and Uncle Emmy came over with the new baby this morning," Bethy smiled, skipping to the fridge. She pulled down a picture that was new. Bethy was sitting on my recliner, holding a tiny pink bundle, wrapped in a blue blanket. Rose was smiling softly and Bella was caressing Bethy's hair. I assume that Emmett was the one taking the picture. Bethy did not look amused.

"What's the baby's name?" I asked, crouching down to her level while I loosened my tie.

"Gavin," she said. "Gavin Charles." Bethy scrunched up her nose. "He was smelly, Daddy. He pooped all over his butt. It was gross."

"I hate to break it to ya, Princess, when you were his size, you did the same," I snickered, tugging on Bethy's reddish brown pigtails.

"Did not!" she said, putting the picture back on the fridge.

"Did so, baby," Bella laughed. "It was my one request, bambina, and you didn't do it. All of those cute outfits, ruined by poop." My wife of seven years glided over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. "Hi, amore. Good day at the office?"