Their Little Girl, Bella

Ch14: Drunk.

After all this drama. Looking at Daddy Tristan couldn't hurt. Yum.

"Get. Out."

The only words that I could muster and the only thing besides my sniffles that broke the silence.

He shuffled towards me and held up his hands to me as though I was a hurt animal he was scared of frightening.
"Bella... You- you can't be serious?"
Tears fell faster from my eyes as his voice cracked.

"Why? How could you?"
I croaked out at him.
My heart was racing and breaking at the same time as I looked into the eyes of a man whom I loved.

His beautiful hair crazily thrown around his head and his lip quivering. His clothes ripped and stained with a bit off blood. His working eye puffy and red from crying as it states at my while tears slowly dried from it.
"Bella, It was a mistake. It was the first time. We didn't even go farther then kissing!"
I shook my head as my heart collapsed and my voice disappeared at the thoughts of the other woman.

I curled into a ball and sobbed.
This was too much.
And I'm too sensitive.

I heard more footsteps enter the room and then a soft gentle hand rubbed my head.
"Hey Kitten"
I looked up at Tristan who opened his arms for me.
"Come on Kitten."
I stood up and wrapped my arms around him.
Ian stepped towards us a tear falling down his cheek.
"Bella, please don't leave me... I need you. Please Princess."
Tristan hissed at him and glared at him.

What do I do?
"I... You... You hurt me!"
Ian looked at me pained and nods his head.
"I know but... I was drunk... I- I didn't mean to. She drove me home and- I didn't- she made moves and I didn't stop her..."
Was him being drunk supposed to fix this?

What do I say to him?
"I... I just wanna go home."
Tristan hissed at Ian as he walked past him.

I laid my head on Tristan's shoulder and let tears flow freely down my cheek.
"-hic- Tr-hic-istan?"
He hummed and rubbed my back comfortingly.
"Yes Kitten?"
I sighed and clung to him.

"I need -hic- you to -hic- mark me..."
He stiffened a bit but kept walking towards the house, Ross walking behind us a ways.

"Kitten, I don't think this is the best time. I mean... What about Ian's mark?"
I sighed.
"I don't-hic- know. But I need a
-hic- distraction... I don't know if I even want Ian to mark me."
I mumbled the last part but he still heard me.
"Kitten, I know he hurt you. And I'm really mad at him. But you're mates. He'd never intentionally hurt you. No matter how mad you are at him you'll still love him. He's gonna have to mark you. You won't feel... Complete, without his mark along with ours."
He stepped into the house and walked into the kitchen.
He sat me on the counter and walked to the fridge.
"How about we eat some lunch, relax, take a nap, shower, and maybe talk to Ian?"
I swung my feet trying to relax.
"Sure."
I mumbled.

Ross walked into the kitchen and sighed.
"I'm so sorry Baby. I never wanted this to happen."
He walked over to me and softly kissed my forehead.

I just sat there contemplating what I should do.
"Baby, Please say something..."
I just sat there silent.

It was better. I don't even know what I would say if I opened my mouth.
Ross sighed and helped Tristan make lunch as I sat there staring at my feet.

This is all too much for me...
Do I want to forgive Ian?
What am I thinking! Of course I do. But how? He hurt me alot and I don't want to ever feel that way again. Not only as a little but as a big girl this is alot.

Maybe we should just mate and then we can talk about it...
Nope. Then it'd be awkward.

I don't know.
I need a friend.
I wanna play with Jackson.
"Daddy?"
Tristan stopped tossing the salad and looked at me.
"Yes Kitten?"
I sighed.
"After we've mated can I invite Jackson over?"
He pinched his eyebrows together.
"Who?"
I playfully rolled my eyes and grinned.
"The day I met you a little boy named Jackson played with me. His daddy... His name..."
I scrunched my nose trying to remember his name.
"Keagan... Kim... Kyle!"
Tristan made a o' shape with his mouth and nodded.
"Oh yeah! Kyle! Nice guy. I mean, I guess. As long as Ross doesn't mind?"
He turned and looked at Ross who was taking the Pizza out the oven.

He set the tray in the cooling rack and rubbed his neck.
"I did say that I'd let you be around makes after we mated... And a little bit of friendly attention wouldn't hurt. I think so."
I smiled and squealed.
"Yay! Thank you!"
I made grabby hands at them and they both walked over.
"I love you Daddy, I love you Ross."
"Love you too Baby."
"Love you too Kitten."
I sighed and let them both go with a peck on their cheeks.