My Addiction: Married to the Mob: Fighting for Freedom Update

Monday, February 3, 2020

Married to the Mob: Fighting for Freedom Update

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I was reading some romance novel on the patio while Charlie played on blanket in the shade. Edward was working out with Emmett, rehabbing his injury, a month and a half after the shooting. It was the weekend before my uncle’s wedding. They were running along the shoreline of the lake, rebuilding my husband’s endurance. He had a gnarly scar due to the infection, but he was healing and almost back to his pre-injury self.

“Mama,” chirped my son. He stood up on wobbly legs, using the chaise lounge to move closer to me. “Up!”

I put my book down, scooping my son onto my lap. “You thirsty, sweet boy?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, idly playing with my hair that was braided over my shoulder. I picked up a sippy cup from a cooler underneath the side table. It was cold and he eagerly drank the apple juice. “Dada!” He pointed at Edward and Emmett as they sprinted along the sand. My husband was creaming Emmett. They were laughing as they made their way toward the house. “Dada!”

“Kick his butt, Edward,” I cheered. He smiled as he darted on to the patio and slid to a stop behind my chaise. “Woo! That’s my man.”

“Hell, Edward. Even gimpy, you’re faster than me,” Emmett panted as he gripped the railing of our deck. He sat down heavily, rubbing his chest. “Can’t breathe …”

“Here, Em, have some water,” Edward said, handing water to his younger brother. Emmett just scowled at Edward, still breathing unevenly. “Hey, don’t look at me in that tone of voice. It’s not my fault that you’re so slow. It’s why you were on defense on the high school football team and I was the wide receiver.”

“I’m not slow,” Emmett muttered under his breath, slamming his water and pouring it over his dark curls. “You’re just freakishly fast, Edward. Damn.” I cleared my throat, arching a brow at Emmett and I held out my hand. “Come on, Bella! I’m dying here.”

“You owe Charlie, your adorable and malleable nephew, $15,” I smirked.

Edward reached into his pocket and handed his brother a small card that I had laminated for all the potty mouthed members of our family. Emmett’s jaw dropped. “Bella’s serious about this swear jar. Charlie is a little parrot. He repeats everything.”

“I’ll have to pay you later. I didn’t exactly bring my wallet,” Emmett grumbled. He looked down at his phone and he got up quickly. “I’ve got to go. I’m meeting Lauren at Chicago Title.”

“Did you purchase a home?” I asked. “I know you mentioned it, but I never heard anything after that initial conversation.”

“We did. I found a gorgeous home in Mom and Dad’s neighborhood,” Emmett said. “It’s further in and right along the lake, similar to this place, but on a smaller scale. It’s perfect for the two of us … and when the time is right, more.”

“Are you thinking of proposing?” Edward questioned, holding Charlie between his legs and idly playing with his son.

Emmett wrinkled his nose. “I don’t know. I love Lauren. We’re a good match …”

“You’re gun-shy,” I finished for him. “After what Rosalie did to you, cheating on you and everything else. I don’t blame you.”

“We’ll talk more,” Emmett said. He nodded before darting to the front of the house.

“What do you think about Emmett’s decision about Lauren?” I asked, standing up and picking up Charlie. It was getting warm and in the distance, I heard the faint rumble of thunder. Edward picked up the cooler, following me into the house. I put Charlie into his highchair, making us lunch. “Edward?”

“I don’t blame him for being hesitant. Rosalie raked him over the coals,” Edward answered. “But, to not marry Lauren? They are so well suited to each other. They make each other laugh. She grounds him, loving him despite his position within our family.” He pursed his lips. “Whatever he decides, I’ll support him. He needs to come to whatever realization he wants to make about Lauren on his own.”

“If I had to guess, they’ll get completely hammered and then elope,” I snickered, putting a sandwich in front of Edward.