Bella slumped against me as Kyra nestled against her mother’s chest. I gently picked my daughter up and put her in the pack and play. She whimpered slightly as I put her down. “Shhh, love. Daddy’s here. I love you, principessa.” She stopped her cries and conked out. I slipped back into the bed, holding my wife to my body. I was willing the bad dreams away. But they wouldn’t truly dissipate until Emmett was behind bars or dead.
I was secretly praying for the latter. He needed to get his just desserts for killing Carlisle.
I eventually drifted to sleep. I woke up to Bella cooing to Kyra in the rocking chair in our bedroom. I checked the clock and groaned inwardly. Today was my first day back on the job at Whitlock. I had done as much as I could while in Italy but I needed to actually be in the office. “Are you going to be okay while I’m at work?” I asked as I slipped out of the bed, watching Bella nurse Kyra.
“Yeah. Rose is coming over to pick up some maternity clothes,” Bella said quietly. “Then Johnny is going to work with me to get me back in shape. Because Momma’s got a pooch, little one. Yes. She does.”
“I love your body, gorgeous,” I said as crouched in front of her.
“You may. But I don’t. I hate seeing my stomach jiggle,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Besides, I want to work on being able to incapacitate a grown man. I can’t do that by sitting on my fat ass.”
“Bella, you are not fat,” I said sternly. “Jasper is fat. You are a mom.”
“Fat,” she said flatly. “My rolls have rolls.”
“Whatever, gorgeous. You’re absolutely beautiful and I love you and your body,” I said as I kissed her cheek. “I’m going to shower. Then off to work. Yay!” I gave a mock fist pump before pouting.
“Try to contain your enthusiasm there, Cullen,” she snickered. “Daddy is silly, Kyra.”
“Yep. I’m a clown,” I said. “Do you need anything?”
“Nope. I’m good,” she smiled. I stood up and padded to the bathroom. I stripped out of my boxers and slipped into the shower. I quickly washed off the grime of the plane from my body.