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After a delicious dinner, we were sitting on the back patio with a fire burning in the fire pit. Bella and Kathryn were chatting about the concert at Wrigley Field. Senior, Kathryn and several other lawyers were going to attend the concert with some students from the Elizabeth Masen Music Center. As we were sitting in the backyard, I noticed my biological father was shifting uncomfortably.

“You okay, Dad?” I asked, blinking over at him. “You look as nervous as a whore in church.”

“Edward,” Senior chuckled, arching a brow. “Language.”

“Seriously, though,” I murmured as Bella and Kathryn went inside. They were talking about trying some new tea. But, if I had to guess, they were giving me and my father some private time. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s nothing wrong,” Senior said, sipping his wine. “I’m just so proud of you. You are successful, kind, smart, ambitious and loving. You treat Bella how I treated your mother, with love and respect. She would have loved her, you know?”

“Mom?” I whispered.

“Yeah,” Senior said, putting his wine glass on the table. “I know that our relationship went through some struggles. All of that was my fault because of my inability to cope with your mother’s death. I want to you to know that I never stopped loving you, Edward.”

“I know, Dad,” I said. “It still hurt to think that you gave me up.”

“I could barely take care of myself. I did what I needed to do to make sure you were safe, cared for … if you’d stayed with me, I probably would have fucked things up,” Senior deadpanned.

“Language, Dad,” I teased.

He gave me a wry look. “Sorry.” He leaned forward, looking at me. “Our relationship has improved, but I still feel like there’s a distance between us, Edward. As weird as it sounds, you never said that you’ve loved me. Not since we …”

“Dad, I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I never thought … I never meant … I’m so sorry.” I got up. Senior stood up as well. I hugged him tightly. “I love you, Dad. I’m grateful that we’ve had the opportunity to get to know each other again.”

“I will do everything to for you, Edward,” he said, pulling back and cupping my face. “I’m proud of you, the boy you were, the man you’ve become and the person you will always be. I love you.”

“Love you, too, Dad,” I sniffled, kissing his cheek and hugging him once again.

“Edward Squared, do you guys want dessert?” Bella giggled, leaning against the doorway.

“What’s on the menu?” Senior asked.

“Bella brownies and raspberry cheesecake bites,” she responded. “The cheesecake bites are made by Ryan. They’re quite delicious. I would have never thought that Ryan, security guard beefcake, was a fabulous pastry chef.”

“Bella brownies?” Senior asked, arching a brow.

“Brownies with caramel, cheesecake and chocolate chips,” Bella giggled. “And a chocolate, rum glaze. Very decadent and with very little nutritional value.” She smiled softly, ducking inside. We snuck inside and had several pieces of both confectionary treats.

Kathryn and Senior left just before eleven, hugging us. Just before Senior left, I pulled him aside. “I really like Kathryn,” I said. “She makes you smile and she challenges you.”

“I like her, too. And you’re certain you’re okay with us being together?” he asked.

“I am, Dad,” I said, grinning crookedly. “I love you and be safe.”

“Safe?” he chuckled.

“Condoms, Dad,” I deadpanned. His eyes widened and he blushed a bright red. “I’m not concerned about pregnancy, but you never know.”

“Oh, God!” he guffawed. “Edward!” He blinked, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you said that.”

“Just saying,” I smirked.

“Well, we haven’t crossed that bridge, son,” Senior blushed. “See you on stage. Break a leg.” He cupped my cheek again. “Love you, Edward.”

“Love you, too, Dad,” I said. He patted my cheek, leaving with Kathryn. I slid behind Bella, wrapping my arms her waist. “That went well. I like Kathryn. She seems good for my dad.”

“I like her. She’s got a dry sense of humor, but very warm,” Bella said, tugging me into the kitchen. “Help with me the dishes, handsome. I cooked today and gave you some time to talk to your dad. Now, use those sexy ass hands to scour the dishes.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I laughed. 

Wrigley Field

Memphis

Sun Records

Graceland

Atlanta

La Musica del Cuore Teaser

After a delicious dinner, we were sitting on the back patio with a fire burning in the fire pit. Bella and Kathryn were chatting about the concert at Wrigley Field. Senior, Kathryn and several other lawyers were going to attend the concert with some students from the Elizabeth Masen Music Center. As we were sitting in the backyard, I noticed my biological father was shifting uncomfortably.

“You okay, Dad?” I asked, blinking over at him. “You look as nervous as a whore in church.”

“Edward,” Senior chuckled, arching a brow. “Language.”

“Seriously, though,” I murmured as Bella and Kathryn went inside. They were talking about trying some new tea. But, if I had to guess, they were giving me and my father some private time. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s nothing wrong,” Senior said, sipping his wine. “I’m just so proud of you. You are successful, kind, smart, ambitious and loving. You treat Bella how I treated your mother, with love and respect. She would have loved her, you know?”

“Mom?” I whispered.

“Yeah,” Senior said, putting his wine glass on the table. “I know that our relationship went through some struggles. All of that was my fault because of my inability to cope with your mother’s death. I want to you to know that I never stopped loving you, Edward.”

“I know, Dad,” I said. “It still hurt to think that you gave me up.”

“I could barely take care of myself. I did what I needed to do to make sure you were safe, cared for … if you’d stayed with me, I probably would have fucked things up,” Senior deadpanned.

“Language, Dad,” I teased.

He gave me a wry look. “Sorry.” He leaned forward, looking at me. “Our relationship has improved, but I still feel like there’s a distance between us, Edward. As weird as it sounds, you never said that you’ve loved me. Not since we …”

“Dad, I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I never thought … I never meant … I’m so sorry.” I got up. Senior stood up as well. I hugged him tightly. “I love you, Dad. I’m grateful that we’ve had the opportunity to get to know each other again.”

“I will do everything to for you, Edward,” he said, pulling back and cupping my face. “I’m proud of you, the boy you were, the man you’ve become and the person you will always be. I love you.”

“Love you, too, Dad,” I sniffled, kissing his cheek and hugging him once again.

“Edward Squared, do you guys want dessert?” Bella giggled, leaning against the doorway.

“What’s on the menu?” Senior asked.

“Bella brownies and raspberry cheesecake bites,” she responded. “The cheesecake bites are made by Ryan. They’re quite delicious. I would have never thought that Ryan, security guard beefcake, was a fabulous pastry chef.”

“Bella brownies?” Senior asked, arching a brow.

“Brownies with caramel, cheesecake and chocolate chips,” Bella giggled. “And a chocolate, rum glaze. Very decadent and with very little nutritional value.” She smiled softly, ducking inside. We snuck inside and had several pieces of both confectionary treats.

Kathryn and Senior left just before eleven, hugging us. Just before Senior left, I pulled him aside. “I really like Kathryn,” I said. “She makes you smile and she challenges you.”

“I like her, too. And you’re certain you’re okay with us being together?” he asked.

“I am, Dad,” I said, grinning crookedly. “I love you and be safe.”

“Safe?” he chuckled.

“Condoms, Dad,” I deadpanned. His eyes widened and he blushed a bright red. “I’m not concerned about pregnancy, but you never know.”

“Oh, God!” he guffawed. “Edward!” He blinked, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you said that.”

“Just saying,” I smirked.

“Well, we haven’t crossed that bridge, son,” Senior blushed. “See you on stage. Break a leg.” He cupped my cheek again. “Love you, Edward.”

“Love you, too, Dad,” I said. He patted my cheek, leaving with Kathryn. 

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We left Peoria around the time we were supposed to take to the stage at the Civic Center. We arrived in Chicago a little before nine, pulling into the W Hotel on Lakeshore Drive. Edward and I weren’t staying there, but the rest of the crew and the band were going to stay at the hotel. We were going to be using the week and spending it at a brownstone Edward purchased on a whim. It was near where he used to live when he was child. With his strengthening relationship with his biological father, he wanted a place in Chicago.

However, us staying in the brownstone was a huge point of contention. There was no protection and extra security measures. I mean, we had a security system, but it wasn’t as safe as staying in a hotel, with Pandora roaming the hallways. We did come up with a compromise. Ryan was going to stay in our guest room and we were going to remain armed, at all times.

Senior was waiting for us at the hotel upon our arrival. He was concerned, hugging both of us tightly. “I saw your statement. Are you okay?” he asked me, looking at me with a warmth that I swore I’d never thought I’d see from Senior. A far cry from the man I met almost six years ago, who scared the shit out of me when we first met. “Tell me everything.”

“We will, Senior,” Edward said, his arm wrapped around my waist. “Just in the privacy of our own home.” I went to open my mouth but Edward shook his head. “No, baby. You’re on complete vocal rest.” I wrinkled my nose, nodding.

Even though, it was a lie.

With hugs and kisses from Jasper, Emmett, Alice, Nia and Kellan, we got into the SUV with Senior and Ryan. Senior drove us to the house, his brows furrowed. “Okay, what’s going on? You said to me that it would take an act of God to cancel a concert.”

“It was damn close to an act of God,” Edward growled. “There was a bomb threat at the Peoria Civic Center.”

“What?” Senior barked. “So, Bella is okay? She’s not under a doctor’s care?”

“I’m fine. I am suffering from vocal fatigue, but it’s nowhere as severe as Edward’s statement made it out to be,” I answered. “We had to come up with a valid reason to cancel the concert, but we didn’t want the public to know the real reason.”

“Please tell me that you have the authorities involved,” Senior said, looking back at us and giving a side glance to our bodyguard. “Ryan?”

“The FBI are involved,” Ryan grunted. “And Homeland, too. The stalker threatened the public. That’s an act of terrorism. Whoever is doing this is going to get in a shitload of trouble.” He blinked back at us. “Agent Torres will probably want to talk to you. He’ll be here at some point tomorrow after he’s had a chance to look at the letter, sending it to forensics.”

“Did they find a bomb?” Senior asked. “In the Civic Center?”

“No, but they’re still searching. They’ve moved to the convention center,” Edward answered. “It’s a huge facility, Senior.”

“With this threat, could you have even attempted to have your concert?” Senior whispered, his voice strained. “Edward, you should … this is getting very, very dangerous. Cancel the rest of the tour?”

“Senior … Dad, we can’t. Twilight Records has put a lot of money into this tour,” Edward sighed, tugging on his hair. “We’ve got a private security team. With the threat, local authorities and the FBI have been made aware of the situation. We’re doing everything in our power to ensure the safety of our fans, of our family.”

“We’re not going to roll over and cower, Senior,” I said. “I did that when I was stalked by my ex-boyfriend. I lived in fear and I lost a good chunk of my life – two years because of my fear of living because of Jacob’s infatuation with me. I hid behind my fears. Yes, this is on a larger scale, but I’m not going to hide. We’re not going to hide.”

Edward's Greystone

Inspiration for Breaking Midnight's Photoshoot

La Musica del Cuore Teaser

We left Peoria around the time we were supposed to take to the stage at the Civic Center. We arrived in Chicago a little before nine, pulling into the W Hotel on Lakeshore Drive. Edward and I weren’t staying there, but the rest of the crew and the band were going to stay at the hotel. We were going to be using the week and spending it at a brownstone Edward purchased on a whim. It was near where he used to live when he was child. With his strengthening relationship with his biological father, he wanted a place in Chicago.

However, us staying in the brownstone was a huge point of contention. There was no protection and extra security measures. I mean, we had a security system, but it wasn’t as safe as staying in a hotel, with Pandora roaming the hallways. We did come up with a compromise. Ryan was going to stay in our guest room and we were going to remain armed, at all times.

Senior was waiting for us at the hotel upon our arrival. He was concerned, hugging both of us tightly. “I saw your statement. Are you okay?” he asked me, looking at me with a warmth that I swore I’d never thought I’d see from Senior. A far cry from the man I met almost six years ago, who scared the shit out of me when we first met. “Tell me everything.”

“We will, Senior,” Edward said, his arm wrapped around my waist. “Just in the privacy of our own home.” I went to open my mouth but Edward shook his head. “No, baby. You’re on complete vocal rest.” I wrinkled my nose, nodding.

Even though, it was a lie.

With hugs and kisses from Jasper, Emmett, Alice, Nia and Kellan, we got into the SUV with Senior and Ryan. Senior drove us to the house, his brows furrowed. “Okay, what’s going on? You said to me that it would take an act of God to cancel a concert.”

“It was damn close to an act of God,” Edward growled. “There was a bomb threat at the Peoria Civic Center.”

“What?” Senior barked. “So, Bella is okay? She’s not under a doctor’s care?”

“I’m fine. I am suffering from vocal fatigue, but it’s nowhere as severe as Edward’s statement made it out to be,” I answered. “We had to come up with a valid reason to cancel the concert, but we didn’t want the public to know the real reason.”

“Please tell me that you have the authorities involved,” Senior said, looking back at us and giving a side glance to our bodyguard. “Ryan?”

“The FBI are involved,” Ryan grunted. “And Homeland, too. The stalker threatened the public. That’s an act of terrorism. Whoever is doing this is going to get in a shitload of trouble.” He blinked back at us. “Agent Torres will probably want to talk to you. He’ll be here at some point tomorrow after he’s had a chance to look at the letter, sending it to forensics.”

“Did they find a bomb?” Senior asked. “In the Civic Center?”

“No, but they’re still searching. They’ve moved to the convention center,” Edward answered. “It’s a huge facility, Senior.”

“With this threat, could you have even attempted to have your concert?” Senior whispered, his voice strained. “Edward, you should … this is getting very, very dangerous. Cancel the rest of the tour?”

“Senior … Dad, we can’t. Twilight Records has put a lot of money into this tour,” Edward sighed, tugging on his hair. “We’ve got a private security team. With the threat, local authorities and the FBI have been made aware of the situation. We’re doing everything in our power to ensure the safety of our fans, of our family.”

“We’re not going to roll over and cower, Senior,” I said. “I did that when I was stalked by my ex-boyfriend. I lived in fear and I lost a good chunk of my life – two years because of my fear of living because of Jacob’s infatuation with me. I hid behind my fears. Yes, this is on a larger scale, but I’m not going to hide. We’re not going to hide.”

“Every precaution is being done, Mr. Masen,” Ryan growled. “I’ll be staying in the brownstone with Edward and Bella. Plus, I’ll be upgrading the security system since we’ll be staying here for the week.”

“And we’re probably going to stay here while we are celebrating our anniversary in a month,” Edward said, looking at me, caressing the back of my cheek. “Hole up in the bedroom for five days?”

“Sounds romantic,” I giggled.

“Maybe I’ll get my grandbabies,” Senior laughed. With both groaned at his request. “I’m just as anxious as Esme and Carlisle.”

“My dad is also looking forward to grandchildren, too,” I blushed. “But, it may take some time. I’ve been on birth control for a long, long time.”

“One can hope,” Senior smirked, looking very much like Edward. 

Edward 'Senior' Masen

Ryan

Chicago greystone

Master Bedroom

Bedroom

Living Room

Kitchen

Guest Room