Babyness

It took a while for the room to process that information and an even longer time for Edward to fall into a state of rest, which should have been good for him. It would be like sleeping and dreaming, which vamps don't do.

He should probably thank me, though I doubt he will. Not everyone can recognize kindness.

Now that the matter was settled, for the moment, it had become a waiting game.

Jacob would definitely be returning, more than likely when night falls.

Unless I'm mistaken, Leah should be the one currently on watch, while Jacob and Seth keep an eye on the pack.

In truth, the more I think about all the drama surrounding this situation, the less sense it makes.

I mean, for one, the Cullens definitely had every opportunity to move away before it reached this point, yet they stayed.

The wolves definitely could have found a way to draw Bella out and take a nibble off her ass. The first immediate thought to come to mind would be to set the place on fire. They come out, but can't go too fast because of Bella, and munch.

But no. They waited. Because of Jacob and his obsession.

All in all, it all comes down to a bunch of individuals not doing what needed to be done.

The vamps never once attempted to threaten a single member of the Quillute tribe. I mean, each of those wolves have people they care about, which would have fallen under the rule of an eye for an eye. You chomp Bella, we chomp insert rando's name here.

And yet, it was just a bunch of tension, anxiety, and hesitation....

Which pretty much sums up the last installment of the franchise as well.

They sat around, waited, gathered together, waited, got anxious, waited, embraced the tension and dread and waited.

No one decided to go toss a couple of grenades into their little palace in Volterra, since they aren't exactly hiding. Or conduct assassination missions. Or any of the other numerous ways that could be used to disorient an enemy force in order to expose a weakness.

No one did anything.

Not even those...Irish? I think they were. Maybe Romanian? Whatever, those two vamps who ruled before the Volturi said nope, this is our shit now.

Now, while this might be bad for the world of vamps should it ever come down to a war between them and the humans.

For me, it could not be more sweet.

Activity had jumpstarted in the house once again.

Luckily, Bella had rarely come out of the room in the last few days, so no one watching should suspect anything due to her absence. And as far as Edward goes, they will probably think that he is watching over Bella.

That might give Jacob the idea to make his way into the room since Edward was re-allowed, where he will see me, probably not imprint, and attempt to wolf out, should he notice Bella in transition and me all babied out.

Which would draw in the outside wolves. Both the ones on his side, and the hidden ones under the command of Sam.

That would be detrimental to my safety and the pale ones.

With any luck, Edward will wake before Jacob returns.

However, if he doesn't it would more than likely be time to see just what I can do to the mind of another.

Can I turn someone loyal using a command? Or illusion? Or perhaps a transference of loyalty from Bella to myself...without the infatuation?

All useless conjecture until an actual need arises, and also, who knows how the wolf will react to my invasion.

...Maybe it would be best just to kill him quickly, catch the outside wolves off guard, take them out, and then speed to the reservation and hold a few rando's at teeth point?

Hahahahahahahahaha

As if the Cullens would go for it.

No, I will have to figure out another way...

But what?

"What's he doing?" I hear Alice ask Rose, who has me sitting on her lap as I let my mind roam.

"I think he's thinking." Rose replies with some laughter in her voice.

If this woman making fun of me!

I'll allow it, but only because she recognizes my awesome babyness.

"Oooo, what do you think he's thinking about?" Alice asks, her voice getting a little higher in her excitement at looking at the thinking baby.

"I wish I knew. A baby shouldn't have to think so much." Rose lets her feelings be known on the miraculous thinking baby.

They do know I can hear them, right?

"He's so cute when he's thinking. Look at his serious eyebrows." Alice comments as she rubs the space between my brows with her index finger in a downward motion. It is not annoying.

"What are you thinking about baby?" She asks me, her face dangerous close to my own.

In my mind I get the urge to reach out and take her lips for myself...however my body has zero want. It's like a phantom desire that I know I should have, and yet my body no longer possesses it.

This cannot stand, I think with a grim determination.

I picture myself springing forward and grasping her cheeks in between my masculine baby hands and look deep into her eyes as I slowly inch forward, clenching my baby abs in order to show her why she should take care with how open she leaves herself in my presence and watch as she melts beneath my machinations....

And I feel better. Because one day, I know I will be able to once more make America wet again. And by wet, I mean between their legs, in case that was not clear.

Man baby for president!

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(A/N: Additional chapters are on patreon.com/TheGreatestHunter.)