The Cost of Freedom Is High

One Big Happy Family

"Bella, I got the baby down." Chris called to me, entering the room.

"Thank you, she hasn't slept in forever." I told him, smirking up at his beautiful body.

He slowly climbed on top of me and whispered "We haven't either." with a grin on his face.

"Yeah well why is that?" I questioned him.

"Well you have the body of a fucking goddess for starters, and you're mine so I don't think it's a choice." He answered me.

"Do you remember what I was like before?" I asked.

"Yeah, do you?" He replied.

"Just a bit." I teased him.

"You were such a naughty little girl." He snarled into my ear.

"Still am." I whispered back.

"I do kind of miss the fight though, it made this whole thing a bit more fun." Chris admitted.

"Aww, poor baby." I cooed.

He pushed me back into the bed, and smothered my body with kisses.

"You are the sexiest mother I've ever seen in my life." Chris stated.

"Are we just going to talk?" I questioned him, running my tongue along his sharp, and tattooed jawline.

"Absolutely fucking not." Chris growled.

We quickly and desperately tore each others clothes off, and once I was down to my bra and underwear, I decided to play Chris a bit.

I pushed up from underneath him, and ran out the door and down the hallway.

I heard Chris running like hell behind me, and he was a few feet behind me, and slowly gaining on me.

"Come and get me." I called to him, managing to evade him all the way down to the first floor.

I was almost past the kitchen, when I was picked up from behind and thrown over Chris' shoulder.

"You truly never were that fast." Chris chuckled.

"Ow." I groaned, as he brought me back to the kitchen counter, slamming me down on my butt.

"Shut up." Chris snapped.

"Yes, sir." I smirked.

"I didn't realize how much I missed that." Chris whispered into my ear.

"That makes one of us." I laughed.

He lifted me up and off the counter so that I was able wrap my legs around his waist.

Just as he started to undo my bra, I heard a wailing cry from the baby monitor.

"Fuck." Chris said, throwing his head back.

"That just ruined the mood." I stated.

"Go and get her." Chris instructed.

He set me down on my feet, and I walked to our baby's nursery.

She was screaming and crying at the top of her lungs, when I finally got there.

"Shh baby, you're fine." I attempted to calm her down.

Suddenly I looked down and screamed at the top of my lungs.

My baby was covered in blood, and completely still.

She was dead.

"Chris." I screamed, terrified.

I gripped my baby tightly not wanting to let her go.

I ran like the wind back towards Chris, but stopped in the middle of the hallway.

No, no, no.

On the floor there was a pile of blood that was huge, it was slowly crawling closer towards me. In the middle of the pool of blood there laid the bodies of my mom, Samantha Bruce, and Chance.

There was only one person that could've done this.

"Bella." Chris stated, walking down the hall to meet me.

"What the fuck." I screamed, choking on my words through my tears.

"Bella don't you see that this is perfect. We're now one big happy family." Chris smirked.

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"Bella wake up!" Kuza screamed.

I shot up, screaming.

"Sweetie get up." Kuza stated again, shaking me.

I finally came to and realized I felt like I was on fire, and I was sweating like a pig.

"Kuza." I whispered.

"Hey, are you okay?" Kuza asked me, obviously a little freaked out.

"I just had the worst nightmare of my life, I think I need a few." I said.

"We need to go have a little meeting upstairs." Kuza informed me.

"Okay." I whispered.

"You really don't look okay Bella. Do you want to talk about it?" Kuza questioned me.

"Not really." I told him.

"Hey you guys coming?" Chris asked, poking his head into Kuza's room.

"Yeah, just one second." Kuza said.

Chris agreed, and left to go upstairs.

"I lied." I blurted out.

"What about." Kuza asked.

"I don't think I'll be okay."