Chapter Twenty Two
“You are doing great,” Edward urged as he watched the screen. “You are coming down from the peak. Breathe through your nose…then out through your mouth. Release the tension in your toes, now your feet, now your legs, continue up your body, releasing until you reach your head. Good, now one deep sigh and it is over.”
“Damn, that one hurt,” Bella said, gasping for air.
“You are doing so well,” Garrett proclaimed with a smile, patting Bella’s hand on the other side of the bed. He had just returned to the birthing suite after arranging with the Head of Pediatrics to be the one to take over the care of the babies once they were born. At first, Dr. Poo wouldn’t even consider taking on the case, instructing that several highly qualified interns would be happy to help. However, money always had a way of changing people’s minds. The hospital welcomed them with open arms after Edward arranged to fund the new Isabella Cullen Neonatal Wing.
“Thanks. We only got two classes in before I was taken,” Bella confessed, as Edward wiped her forehead with a cool rag.
“Well, you are a natural,” Garrett said.
Bella turned towards Edward. “I wish Rose and Alice could be here, as well as our parents.”
“I know, sweetheart, yet I promise the next time everyone will be here cheering you on,” Edward replied, placing a kiss on her forehead.
“Next time?” Bella questioned.
“Yeah. I hope to have a house full of children, all looking like my lovely wife.”
“Hmm. I don’t know about that because just a few minutes ago, I wanted to cut your dick off,” Bella giggled.
“Ah…really?” Edward stuttered as his cock tried to hide.
“No, Baby. But let’s get these little guys out first. Okay?”
“Okay,” he replied. He was still so relieved that they had found her in time. After he had killed Charlie and Renee, they quickly went to the helicopter that was waiting for them and were on their way to Seattle. Once they were up in the air, he had time to really take in the damage that had happened to Bella. She had always been so particular about her appearance. It was not uncommon for her to take at least two showers a day. Her nails were always manicured, and she kept her hair neat and tidy. The only time he had seen it out of place was when they were making love and then it was in a wild array on their pillows. However, now it was stuck to her head in oily clumps and her skin looked as if it had seen a shower in days, if not weeks. She was wearing a threadbare dress that fell just below her knees. It looked like the only spot she had gained any weight was in her belly. Everywhere else, she was skin and bones. Her eyes were sunken in and she looked sickly. Dr. O’Neill and Garrett had already started an IV and a bag of vitamins. She had bruises all over her arms and her knees. When Edward asked how she had gotten them, she told him Renee would grab her arms when she dragged her to the bathroom or allowed her a weekly bath in a shallow metal tub with cold water. Her knees were bruised because she had to spend at least six hours a day on her knees praying. She admitted that she did pray, but it was for him to find her.
Once they arrived at Virginia Mason Hospital in Seattle, she was rushed to the birthing suite and Dr. O’Neill did a full exam with a complete blood workup. A 3D sonogram was done and they had been able to see their sons. Even though Bella was underweight, it looked like the boys were doing great. Dr. O’Neill believed that any food that Bella had eaten had gone straight to the babies.
Emmett and the rest of the team had arrived and were in the waiting room. The rest of the family was being kept up to date with text messages. He had been told that Eleazar and Carmen had been taken without any problems, yet Tanya and Kate were nowhere to be found. Currently, Jasper was currently trying to get the information out of Eleazar, being careful not to let it go too far, so Carlisle would be able to attain justice. What had surprised Emmett was that his sweet loving mother was doing the same thing to Carmen. He knew that his mother had killed two men in the past, yet that was in self-defensive when they had broken into their house. However, he would have never imagined that she would be able to do something like this. When Emmett had asked why, Jasper informed him that Ma was wanting to make the bitch pay for hurting her baby girl.
“Baby, I know you are tired, but we need you to push. You are so close,” Edward implored. He knew she was running out of energy, though in her current condition, it would be safer for her if she could naturally deliver. While she was resting between contractions Garrett and Dr. O’Neill had informed him of this. The last resort would be cesarean.
“I can’t,” Bella cried, leaning her head over towards him.
“You can,” Edward said, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Our son is so close. Just a few more big pushes and he will be here.”
“He is right, Bella. I see his head, just one or two more pushes and he will be out,” Dr. O’Neill declared.
Bella was so tired. She didn’t think she could push anymore.
“Damn, he is in distress!” Dr. O’Neill yelled as the fetal monitor’s alarm began to blare.
“Do we do the cesarean?” Garrett asked.
“No time,” Dr. O’Neill replied. “Bella, you need to push NOW!”
She didn’t know where it came from, yet hearing that her baby was in distress, she pulled every ounce of strength she had left and pushed.
Dr. O’Neill couldn’t help but smile when the baby’s head emerged. “Don’t push, don’t push. I need to turn him a little so that the shoulders will come out.”
“I have to push,” Bella cried, the need was too much for her to stop.
“Breath, Baby,” Edward said, then began to pant, hoping she would mimic his breathing. When she did, he continued breathing with her and would until it was okay to push again.
“Alright, Bella, one more push and he will be out,” Dr. O’Neil said.
Bella stopped panting and bore down. She felt her son as he slipped from her body and she cried in relief. Suddenly the room was filled with the sounds of their son’s cries.
“He is perfect, Bella,” Dr. O’Neill proclaimed. “Edward, would you like to cut the cord?”
Edward was torn. He didn’t want to leave Bella’s side, even for a short amount of time it would take to cut the cord, yet he wanted to do it so badly.
“Go, Daddy,” Bella urged, squeezing his hand. “I will be right here when you are done.”
Placing a quick kiss on her lips, Edward jumped up and headed towards where Dr. O’Neill is standing, holding their son. Garrett places a pair of scissors in his hands and points to where he was supposed to cut. Once he did, Dr. O’Neill walked around and put the baby on Bella’s chest.
“Say hello to your son,” Dr. O’Neill whispered.
Bella placed her hand on her son’s back and looked down at the precious little miracle. “Hello, Liam. I’m your Mommy.”
Edward had returned to Bella’s side and couldn’t take his eyes off his son. He was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, other than his mother. Placing his hand on top of Bella’s, he leaned down and kissed her head. “Fuck, baby, he is perfect.”
“Edward, you are going to have to watch that mouth of yours,” Bella giggled.
“Mr. and Mrs. Cullen, I need to take him to check him out,” Dr. Poo said.
Bella hated giving him up, though she knew that it was the best for him. Removing her hand, she watched as Dr. Poo gently picked up Liam from her chest. As he was being checked out, the urge to push again began. “FUCK!”
Dr. O’Neill turned to see the expression on Bella’s face and then up to the monitor. “OH SHIT!”
“I think we all will have to watch our mouths around the children,” Edward joked.
Dr. O’Neill got into position and was shocked to see that the second baby’s head was already crowning. “Bella, give me a big push. Liam’s brother is in a hurry to get here.”
Bella tucked her chin to her chest and pushed. Moments later, the room was once again filled with the sounds of crying. Edward rushed forward once again and cut the cord. Just as his brother was , the little baby was laid on Bella’s chest.
Laying her hand on his back, she looked loving down on her second baby. “Hi, Robbie, I’m your Mommy and this guy is your Daddy.”
Edward was so emotional he didn’t think he could even speak. He was a father of twin boys, no, identical twin boys. Garrett took little Robbie to get checked out while Dr. O’Neill finished with the necessary things after the birth. She was happy that Bella had not bled overly bad and that the afterbirth was intact. The thing they needed to worry about was to get the weight back on Bella.
“Do we have full names for these perfect little boys?” Dr. Poo asked.
“Liam Carlisle Cullen and Robert Anthony Cullen,” Bella answered, her face full of excitement over the names. She and Edward only knew them and couldn’t wait until they told their family.
Dr. Poo and Garrett brought the boys back over to Bella and Edward. “They are perfect. Liam weighs five pounds ten ounces and is nineteen inches long. Robert weighs five pounds eight ounces and is nineteen inches long. They are identical twins and I have placed an ink mark for now on Liam’s big toe. Over time you will be able to tell them apart, though right now, it is going to be difficult. We have taken their footprints, so if you get them messed up, we will be able to determine who is who,” Dr. Poo advised.
Edward climbed on the bed beside Bella. While she held Robbie, he held Liam. “Baby, thank you for giving me this wonderful gift,” he choked out.
“No, thank you,” she cried.
Three days later, they were on the jet and on their way back home. Bella was doing much better and had been given supplements to take to help with her weight gain. She had been extremely disappointed that she had been unable to nurse their sons. After breaking down, Edward assured her that she still was going to give him a house full of babies, so she would have lots of time to nurse. She wondered how she got so lucky to find a man who could lift her spirits so quickly.
Carlisle and Esme were beyond happy to see the pictures and videos of their grandchildren. They couldn’t wait to get their hands on the precious bundles of joy. Carlisle had called Edward and told him that neither Eleazar nor Carmen had given up Tanya or Kate’s whereabouts. Edward was told that Jasper was still looking for them and wouldn’t stop until they were found.
“I can’t wait to get home,” Bella said, looking down at the large basket that held Liam and Robbie.
“Me either. However, I do have one more piece of business that I need to take care of when we get there and then we can begin our life together as a family,” Edward declared.
Bella didn’t necessarily know what he was going to do, yet she knew it had to do with the person or persons who had taken her. She knew if she asked, Edward would tell her who was behind it and maybe, later on, she would. However, right now, her primary focus was their sons and their well-being. “I understand.”
“Alice, Rose, and several guards will stay with you at the mansion.”
“The mansion? I thought we were going back to the apartment,” Bella quizzed. They had planned on exchanging their apartment with Carlisle and Esme for the mansion. Yet, they didn’t get to plan it any further since she had been kidnapped.
“While you were taken, Esme arranged for the move. She wanted you to come back to our new home. All of the stuff is at the mansion and the nursery is completed to your vision,” Edward announced.
“I don’t know what to say,” she stuttered.
“Are you happy? Because if you are not, we can move back to the apartment, or hell, I buy you house or fuck build one to your dreams,” Edward promised.
Bella got up and climbed onto Edward’s lap, placing her hands on either side of his face. “I am so happy and can’t wait to live in the mansion with you and our children. Still, there is no way in the world I am filling the mansion with babies,” she laughed.
Edward wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a long passionate kiss of love and need. He knew they couldn’t do anything for six weeks, though that didn’t stop his cock from getting hard. Finally pulling back, he rested his forehead against hers. “Fuck, it is going to be a long six weeks.”
“I know,” Bella sighed.
Hours later, they landed back in New York and Edward took Bella and the babies to the mansion. After getting them settled with Rose and Alice, Edward, Carlisle, and Esme headed towards the warehouse. Edwardl was still shocked that his mother had declared she was taking care of Carmen and Irina. When he tried to pull his position on her, she gave him a look that made even him quake in his shoes. Fuck, his mother was one scary woman. Then he heard what she had requested to be brought to the warehouse, he shut up and supported her. His father had told him that he hadn’t told his mother about being able to stand, wanting it to be a surprise.
Pulling up the warehouse, they were met by Emmett and Jasper. Stepping out of the car, Edward pulled down the curtain on his emotions. He was Edward Cullen, the Skipper of the Cullen crime family and he was one mean son of a bitch. The door was opened and he walked in with his family following behind him. Eleazar, Carmen, and Irina were tied to poles in the main area.
In the middle of the room was a large industrial-grade meat grinder. It was used to grind whole hogs at a time without even slowing down. Esme stepped forward-looking the epitome of a mafia wife. Walking over to where Carmen was tied up, she stopped in front of her and gave her a look of pure disgust.
“Esme, help me please,” Carmen pleaded. She had been pinned up in a cage for the last four days, only given one meal a day and a pot in the corner to do her business in.
“Carmen, why the hell would I do that. I am sick and tired of years listening to how great you and your daughters are,” Esme spat.
“But Esme, Irina would be a much better wife for Edward than that little nobody bitch he had been forced to marry,” Carmen said. She had been told that the little slut had been taken care of and was giving Edward time to grieve before Irina made hermove.
“Had? I don’t know where you are getting your information, but our loving and caring Bella is at home taking care of our glorious grandsons,” Esme smirked.
“That can’t be,” Carmen snapped.
“It is very true. Carmen, you like to think of yourself as Kobe beef. However, you are nothing more the ground chuck,” Esme sneered, turning towards the grinder and flipping the switch. Nodding to Edward, he tilted his head to his men, who untied Carmen and Irina, carried their kicking screaming bodies up the steps and, without a second thought, threw them into the grinder. Their screams echoed through the building then there was nothing but silence. Esme Cullen had just killed two people and didn’t even get a hair out of place or a wrinkle in her expensive dress.
Eleazar was stunned silent. He could not believe that Esme had killed his wife and daughter. How had he been so stupid to be captured so easily? He knew he had to turn the tide and show just how badass he indeed was and to put baby Cullen in his place. “Are you too much of a pussy that you have your mother doing your job?”
Edward stepped in front of Eleazar and stared into his black eyes. “I would have loved to grind your entire family into a pile of chopped beef, yet I would never deny my mother the pleasure she requested and deserved.”
“Is she going to do your job where I am concerned as well?” Eleazar growled, then looked over to Carlisle in the wheelchair and smiled. “Or is the cripple going to do it for you?”
Edward looked back at his father, who gave him a smirk. Turning back to Eleazar, he gave him the exact same smirk. “I don’t think you should have said that fucker.” He then stepped back and waved his hand from his father to Eleazar. “I give you permission to take your vengeance against the man who put the hit on you. Do with him as you will.”
Eleazar couldn’t help but laugh. He had turned the once feared Carlisle Cullen into a cripple. Hell, he bet he couldn’t even get his dick up to pleasure Esme. Looking over to Esme, he surveyed her body from her full lips, full breast, thin waist, and round hips. “Hmm, Esme, now that was one pussy he would love to sink into,” he thought as he licked his lips.
Eleazar hadn’t heard Carlisle as he moved closer to him and locked the wheels of his chair. Placing his feet on the floor, he pulled himself up, standing tall and strong on his own two feet. Carlisle heard Esme gasp, yet he had not taken his sights off Eleazar and the lecherous way he was looking at his wife. Taking two steps, he was now in front of Eleazar. Taking the brass knuckles from his pocket, he slipped it on and threw a power punch to the right side of Eleazar’s face, causing his head to whip around. “Take your fucking eyes off of my wife, you fucking asshole.”
Eleazar wanted to rub his aching jaw, but his hands were tied behind his back. His mouth was filled with blood, so he spit it towards Carlisle. “How the fuck are you standing? I had you shot in the back. YOU SHOULD BE DEAD, MOTHERFUCKER!”
“Easy. Your fucking attempt to kill me failed and now I am walking, so you lose again,” Carlisle chuckled darkly.
“The other families will kill you if you harm me. Fuck, when I am let loose, I will play the grieving widower and they will come to my aid,” Eleazar declared.
“That is where you are wrong. You just admitted to having put a hit on a family head and doing so, you have forfeited any help that the other families would have given,” Carlisle advised, pointing up to the camera on a pole facing Eleazar. “Furthermore, you had the wife, no correction, the pregnant wife of a family head kidnapped. Edward has spoken to the other families and as we speak, they are eliminating every one of your family members.”
“You can’t do that,” Eleazar growled, fighting against his restraints.
Leaning closer, Carlisle whispered. “Yes, I can.” Stepping back, he looked over to where the guards were standing. “Bring over the table, strip him down, and secure him face down.”
A long steel table was wheeled over with wrist and ankle cuffs. Emmett and Mark untied Eleazar and removed his filthy clothes with a knife. Dragging him fighting and kicking across the concrete floor, the table. Emmett picked him up and slammed him hard onto it while Mark and another guard secured his hands and feet.
While Eleazar was being secured, Esme stepped over to Carlisle. She couldn’t believe he was standing and walking. Taking her hand, she cupped the side of his face. “How is this happening?” she said, her voice cracking with emotions.
“I noticed that feeling began to return a few weeks ago,” Carlisle answered, then moved close to her ear. Running his tongue around the shell and taking her ear lobe into his mouth, giving it a suck. “And my legs are not the only thing that has come back to life my wife, my heart. When I finish here, I plan of taking you home and making love to you all fucking night long.”
Esme’s eyes grew large and she began to pant. “Oh my.”
“Why don’t you go ahead and leave? Have your guards take you to the apartment and take a nice long hot shower. Be waiting for me in our bed, naked and wet,” Carlisle murmured.
Esme kissed him on the lips and walked out of the warehouse, happy and excited to have her husband back and raring to go.
Carlisle closed his eyes and willed the massive hard-on he had to come down. Fuck he needed to finish this dirty business, so he gets home to his wife. Taking a deep cleansing breath, he slowly walked over to the table. His legs were getting tired, though he needed to finish this. Picking up the knife from the equipment table, he stepped in front of Eleazar so he could see what was in his hand. “As much as I would love to stay here all night and bring you to the brink of death over and over again, I am afraid that will not be the case. I have an extremely beautiful and seductive wife that is hot and wet for me in our bed.”
“Esme needs a real man,” Eleazar sneered. “I bet your dick hasn’t been hard since I had you shot and even before that, you probably have a pencil dick.”
Carlisle let out a belly laugh. Laying the knife down, he unzipped his pants, pulling his still hard cock out. He was long, thick, and hard, just what his lovely wife loved buried deep in her hot pussy. “Does this look like a pencil dick, fucker?”
Eleazar was surprised by what he saw. The powerful Carlisle Cullen was back and at that moment, he knew he was screwed. Pleading wasn’t going to work; nor was begging for mercy. Insults were probably just adding to the upcoming pain.
Carlisle placed his cock back in his pants and picked the knife back up. “I have always liked the saying; an eye for an eye. However, today I think it should be a spine for a spine.”
Taking the knife, Carlisle sliced down on either side of Eleazar’s backbone, as he screamed out in pure agony. Once he was done, he picked up the jigsaw and cut each rib away from the backbone. During this stage, Eleazar passed out from the pain and Carlisle ordered a dose of adrenaline to wake him up. When he gained consciousness, Carlisle leaned over to his face. “No one messes with my family and lives.”
Carlisle took the jigsaw and cut C1 vertebrae. As the life began to fade away in Eleazar’s eyes, Carlisle reached down and pulled the spine from his back. Throwing it onto the ground, he grinned. “A spine for a spine.”
Edward had stood back and watched his father in all his glory. He was in awe of him. He only hoped that he would be half the man his father was and he would be able to protect the family with every bit of passion he had demonstrated.
“I am done,” Carlisle said as he motioned for his chair. He was still not back a hundred percent, though there was no doubt that he would be able to burn that fucking chair in the near future.
Jasper helped his father into the chair and commanded the clean-up crew to take care of all the evidence. The crew came in and began taking care of the blood, bones, ground flesh, and Eleazar’s body.
“Just throw it in the grinder,” Edward advised.
“Yes, Skipper,” they said.
As the crew cleaned, Edward helped his father into the bath area. “Do you need help?” he asked.
“No, I have got this,” Carlisle answered. “Thanks for letting me take care of Eleazar.”
“It was your right and I am so fucking proud to be your, son,” Edward declared, placing his hand on his father’s shoulder.
“You are a great Skipper, son. The family is lucky to have you,” Carlisle proclaimed, his eyes a little misty with tears. He had hoped that he raised his sons correctly to be the next leaders of the family and now he could see they were.
Edward arrived home and went looking for his lovely wife. As soon as he hit the floor, he heard her sweet voice singing in the nursery. Pushing the door a little wider, he saw her in the rocking chair with their sons in her arms. He stood and listened to her sing, his heart full of love for this woman.
“Rock-a-bye baby in the tree top. When the wind blows the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And down will come Baby,” Bella sang, then stopped. “No, Liam and Robbie, that is not right,” Bella cooed, looking down at her two precious little boys. She began to sign once again. “Rock-a-bye baby in the tree top. When the wind blows the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. Your Daddy will catch you, cradle and all.”
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