Daddy's Little Princess

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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?”

“Better now that I’m home,” I said, kissing her soft lips. “Hmmm, another one.” Bella giggled, nipping at my mouth before dancing out of my arms. 

Taming the Type-A Beast

I'm such a perpetual planner. It's too funny. I need a plan or list or something in order to keep me on task while I'm writing. I admit, proudly, that I have Fanfic ADHD. I bounce from fic to fic while I'm writing. I also have five or six stories on the burner as we speak...Perhaps I bit off more than I can chew. 

I can scratch off my one-shot for Fandom against Juvenile Diabetes...Daddy's Little Princess is submitted and will be posted on here, AO3 and TWCS on June 8th. If you want help support this cause, you can check out this website: Fandom Against Juvenile Diabetes. You have until April 4th to donate to get this compilation. 

Anyhow, back to my plan...

1. Finish Surviving the Teenage Dream update (including information about New Orleans, Mardi Gras and lemons galore)
2. Finish Picking up the Pieces update...Jake's memorial
3. Get to Chapter Ninety on Friends with Benefits
4. Update A Ilha do Amor

Sound like a plan?

Daddy's Little Princess Teaser

Edward and I went to the doctor the following week. The baby’s conception was two weeks prior to our trip to Italy. We shared a look, knowing that our newest addition was conceived in our swimming pool. I had just passed into the second trimester and the changes in my body were quite abundant. I had a noticeable baby bump when I was naked. I could get away with wearing my jeans if I didn’t button them, but I knew that I had to dig out my old maternity clothes.

Oh, wait, I had given most of them to Rose.

A reason to go shopping.

By the time Halloween rolled around, I was definitely showing, but Bethy was blissfully ignorant. She thought I had just gotten fat. Edward and I were going to tell her that in my belly I had a little brother or sister for her that would be born around Valentine’s Day. I made all of Bethy’s favorite foods and we sat down at the dinner table. Bethy was chattering on about the Halloween parade from earlier in the week. Edward had taken the morning off so he could see her march in it as Elsa from Frozen.

“…Haley said that my costume was the best. It was hand made by Mommy and the wig was soooo awesome! Can I dye my hair blonde?” Bethy asked.

“No, Bethy,” Edward said, arching a brow at our daughter. “You’re six. Going to be seven in a month. I’m thirty-five and I don’t dye my hair.”

“And you totally rock that distinguished salt and pepper at the temples,” I smirked.

“Hush. I do not have gray hair,” Edward hissed. Nervously, he ran a hand through his unruly bronze mop. He really didn’t have much gray hair, only some mixed in his thick tresses. I honestly had more than him, but mine was more apparent because my hair was so dark. But, unlike my sexy hubby, I did dye my hair.

“Daddy, can I go watch Frozen again?” Bethy asked, pushing her empty plate away.

“Not yet, Princess,” Edward replied, holding his arms out for our daughter. Bethy scrambled into Edward’s lap and she played with the buttons of his shirt. “Look at Mommy, Bethy. Isn’t she beautiful?”

“She looks like Belle from Beauty and the Beast,” Bethy smiled, looking up at her father in awe.

“Do you notice something else about Mommy?” Edward asked, running his hands through our daughter’s hair. “Look at her belly.”

“I don’t want to stare. It’s big,” Bethy whispered, blushing crimson. I chuckled rubbing my hand on my rounded stomach. “Did you swallow a beach ball, Mommy?”

“No, principessa,” I answered. “In my belly, there’s a baby. Around Valentine’s Day, you’ll have a little brother or sister. Someone that you can show the ropes to, love unconditionally and protect.”

Bethy stared at my stomach, her face falling and a scowl forming on her face. “I don’t want a baby brother or sister. I like it just the way we are. Mommy, Daddy and me.” She tried hop off Edward’s lap, but he banded his arms around her waist.

“Bethy, that wasn’t nice. And this isn’t a decision that you can make,” Edward scolded. “Mommy and Daddy love each other and we’re having another baby. You’re going to have a lot of responsibilities as a big sister.”

“I don’t want them,” Bethy glowered, shoving out of Edward’s arms and running up the stairs. “I don’t want a brother or sister!” Her door slammed and the walls rattled.

“Wow, she’s really acting like a spoiled princess,” I snorted derisively.

“We’ve just caused an upheaval in her world, Bella. Now, it doesn’t excuse her behavior, but she is entitled to have some sort of feelings, be upset about it,” Edward sighed. He pinched his nose, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. “It’s not like you’re going to stop being pregnant, Bella. We’re having this baby, regardless if Bethy wants it or not.”

“She’s got until Valentine’s Day to get used to the idea,” I said, getting up and sitting down on Edward’s lap. “We need to punish her for the way she acted, though.”

“No television for a week and she can’t have any friends over for two,” Edward suggested. I nodded. “Do you want to be bad cop or me?”

 
“I’ll do it. You have to deal with real criminals all day. I can handle our six year old,” I snorted.

 

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