11 After

Bryant looked down at his wife. She laid her trap well. The Cullen had taken the pieces of Raff bodies away to set it on fire somewhere safe. We live in a wooded area. We don't want to start a forest fire.

Raff had cum all over her and it put me in a silent madness. Her clothes were ripped. Before me was the naked body of the woman I love. Raff got so lost in his desire to literally fuck Mireya up that it turned off his survival instinct. She knew this well. Her every motion was a temptation to Raff. She wanted him to focus strictly on her. And he did. Raff's impatience killed him. I had made progress on tracking skills but he was still ahead of me. My emotion were trigger by Raff's presence. I would have to find my calm all over again. If she strickly waited for me, I alone couldn't have protected her life.

After taking her torn nightgown off. I proceeded to thoroughly wash my wife from head to toe with warm water. I moved her into another room. I threw out the whole bed. I didn't want the memory that every time I looked at that bed I would know what could have happened. Honestly, I would burn the whole room . But that won't take away the memory of this. The bed caught hell because that was the only way I could vent my anger on.

Mireya had laid her trap well. I hated it. I don't know how to use my ability at its best. She has pointed it out to me. Even now, I have a slow simmering anger over her throughout reckless behavior. My inadequacy that seemed to force her to act in this situation.

Where did she find the strength in her fear? Her choices were extreme.

He brought the baby home from the Cullens main house. And proceeded to be daddy.

Tomorrow was a new day. He would face her.

..... The Next Day. ...

Mireya woke perfectly well. She was in a new nightgown which wasn't unexpected. She could imagine Raff doing some things. Standing up she realized she wasn't hurting. She hasn't been violated. No bruises, scars, or bites.

"I have on new clothes. I'm in a room that I didn't fall asleep in." She spoke her thought out loud to herself.

Mireya realized that she was safe because of Bryant and the Cullens. She was ready to skip but she wasn't fully healed from giving birth to baby boy yet.

So she contently walked out of the room and down the stairs. Bryant was sitting at the table. Breakfast was waiting for me. A bacon omelet with tomatoes, onion, and home fried potatoes on the side. What did I do to deserve this? Is it repeatable?

Maybe I should just be happy.

I peeked at Bryant. He wasn't going to pay me any mind which bothered me a little. I didn't let it show me. After what I did I already understood what issues stood between us.

So I sat down and ate. Everything melted in your mouth. DELICIOUS! The omelet was light and fluffy with crispy bacon, nicely sauteed onions, and fresh chopped tomatoes. The home fried potatoes were finely sliced potatoes with fine fine slice onions. Then the potatoes and onions get seasoned and steam fried. This was like how my mom in the first life made them. I almost swallow my tongue in enjoyment, breakfast was just that satisfying. I felt completely happy.

"Now that you've had breakfast." Bryant finally made his presence known. "Bella, Edward, Alice, and Jasper come back today. You know Bella actually fell down a stairway and broke her arm. She also met up with the vampire couple that walked away when we were having our basketball game. It's the damnest thing how clumsy Bella is. They also plan on going to the prom." [I wish she change her mind about school.] Bryant thought

"She wasn't made for her current body. But it will not be a concern when she is turned."

"You think Edward would turn her."

"Lets leave that line of question for the future."

"Time will tell." Bryant have me a look.

"Yup." I didn't have much to say. Obviously

She remembered the twilight series better than him. She changed a lot of things with her presence.

"So when are we going to have sex?"

"When you're older."

"Seriously!" I was shocked. He always had better self-control when it concerned sex. I seemed to forget that. Damn!

Insanity is the place where this leads. I can't do no sex. Why beat around the bush?

"Really?" "So then I can get sex toys?"

I can get satisfaction. I know he isn't human but that's not my fault. I didn't do it. At the end of this I know I was made for him. But I'm a fucked up person, who requires care and attention. He can't not be the one the satisfy me. This is the compromise.

"No"

"We can't do this." I'm not a whore but I understand that I require regular maintenance. If not for the fact that I have to heal and this other b.s. with Raff, I would have already jumped him.

"It's just till November."

(That isn't a short time. He's a guy shouldn't he want sex more. Not that all guys are stuck on sex.... But asking me to wait. Then there are so many things I want to do with him. Hmmmmmm. Can I do this? It's not like I have been having sex since I've been here anyway. )

Bryant was watching me be in my head. I walked away while thinking. That is how the conversation ended. But he started to get my attention in different ways. It put me in mind of how Edward was distracting Bella from sex when they got married. I let it work. After all, I always wanted to learn fencing, ballroom dancing, self-defence. Of course, I also started my GED classes. They dub this a good enough degree. I ended up studying harder for my GED than I ever did in High School. Being a mom, studying, and fitting in a fun time isn't easy but with mom, the Cullen, Mr. Charles, and Bella it's manageable. It wouldn't be a stretch to say I spend a few days looking like shit and having an I don't give a damn attitude because of the built-up frustration. I managed my time. I also managed my frustration. I lived.

After all, it was going to be a New Moon soon. Even though a lot of Edward and Bella romance has changed its still difficult to predict what will happen. September will bring Bella's birthday. October will bring my birthday.

{Dreaming of Myself in Conference with Myselves in my soulscape}

It might be time to acknowledge something. Volturi have plenty of history. This situation is going to be scary. I looked around this misty, foggy, smokey, dreamscape. This fog

"I'm not ready for you to make an appearance." Mierya said sternly. This piece of herself

"He'll force your hand."

"I know. But he'll regret it."

"We might be force to suffer a similar fate if we don't manage this right."

"Let's not think too deeply about things we honestly don't know yet. We have speculations."

"We have experience. It's like I have multiple personalities except these are broken pieces of my soul. Why am I so broken?" Mireya comtemplated out loud to herself.

"How else would we be able to handle our hatred or our loses? We are not immortal or emotionless? We are an enigma just like Bryant, our other half."

"We don't want to continue to be this way." One self voiced sadly.

"Oh deary, life has it pleasures." It was a mature voice that had sexy drawl said as if trying to sooth that sad voice.

"And pains." Several voices said at one time.

"I know. I'm not completely naive."

"Your not whole either. "

"The problem is what's going to happen next. How did we go off-topic?"

"You asked why are you so broken? We're off-topic because your of topic."

"Ok." I put my hand up in acknowledgment. One has to admit when they are wrong. I cleared my throat. "Lets just work on keeping Bella and Edward out of trouble. Teenage angst is the pit."

"Agreed!" All the voices known and unknown chime from within this intangible space. ( mist, fog, smoke, fog, clouds)

And then it was silence. I looked around. My space seem to be full of light. Whatever this stuff is, it veils every life I've ever lived. It Conceals (Separates Imprisons Traps Guards) everything within my soul. Infinitesimal speck of existence that houses eternity till infinite.

I woke up. I wasn't about to ponder existence. I have more access to my soul than most beings. I don't have any answers about the existence of god or life. An ageless question with an answer that could drive people crazy if they knew the answer. Bryant wasn't beside me.

I went downstairs to look around. The house always with low music. Never truly quite. I can't do a quiet house for some reason it unnerves me. But I wouldn't mind if it were a bit fuller. He held the baby with care. Cover in his heating vest, blanket, baby buddy pillow he takes care of holding the baby. He warmed up a bottle of breast milk and was now holding baby with the utmost effort. I swear he was metaphorically sweating with the effort it was taking him to be so gentle.

I trust this vampire with our live. I couldn't be with him if I couldn't trust him. I trust him with my soul.