Chapter 131: Time Skip... Freya Confesses... (R-18)
Six Months Later...
For the past six months, Jojo had been training in witchcraft alongside Sophie and Fina under Inadu's guidance.
Since he could use magic, he was determined to master it.
Occasionally, even Freya joined the lessons.
Despite being a thousand-year-old witch, she was always eager to learn new spells or techniques that caught her interest.
During this time, many things had changed—but one of the biggest surprises came from Edward Cullen.
After avoiding Bella for weeks, trying to process the truth about her pregnancy and Carlisle's insistence that she be turned into a Cold One, Edward had been running from his responsibilities.
Bella, on the other hand, had been trying to confront him about her desire to become a vampire.
Edward always found a way to evade her, but his reality check came hard and fast—from none other than Rosalie Hale.
After an intense conversation with Rosalie, Edward finally faced his feelings.
He made a shocking decision—one that no one had expected.
Edward proposed to Bella, officially making their relationship boyfriend and girlfriend.
Bella, with a wide, ecstatic smile, accepted immediately.
But what Edward did next stunned everyone—including Bella herself.
He decided to speak with Charlie Swan—to face him like a man and formally ask for Bella's hand in marriage.
Two Days Later…
Edward stood in front of Charlie Swan's house.
As Charlie opened the door and saw Carlisle's son standing there, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"Edward?"
he questioned, puzzled as to why the young man had shown up at his doorstep unannounced.
Then his gaze shifted to Bella, who stood beside Edward, looking flustered and absentminded.
Before Charlie could ask anything, Bella ran toward Edward and hugged him tightly.
A sudden realization hit Charlie like a bullet.
His eyes widened in shock.
'No way… could it be…?'
His mind raced, his fatherly instincts screaming in alarm.
Was Carlisle's son about to say what he thought he was going to say?
Charlie exhaled sharply, his grip on the door tightening.
Just as Charlie had suspected, his innocent daughter—alongside the Cullen bastard—stood before him with serious expressions, informing him about their relationship.
"____"
With each word that left Bella's lips, Charlie's face darkened.
His thoughts raced.
'She's grown up… She's grown up…'
Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself that Bella was an adult now.
That he needed to respect her decisions.
But the bulging vein on his forehead told a different story.
Charlie clenched his jaw before speaking.
"I know, Bella. You've grown up. And I've trusted your decisions all along. But before I make any decision about this... I need to know that he is a good guy."
His gaze snapped to Edward, narrowing in scrutiny.
"I need to be sure."
His voice was controlled, but the underlying anger was impossible to miss.
Bella, sensing the tension, quickly spoke up.
"Father!"
She could tell that he wasn't happy.
But she wanted to make it clear—she was firm in her decision to be with Edward.
Charlie exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple.
"Right… Bella, as your father, I have the right to decide whether or not he is suitable—"
Waaack~ Waaack~
Before he could finish, Bella suddenly bolted to the side of the garden—and began vomiting.
Charlie's eyes widened.
Edward froze, his face going pale.
The only sound that filled the yard was Bella retching into the bushes.
Charlie's hands clenched into fists.
His mind snapped to one terrifying thought.
'No… No way…'
A chill ran down his spine.
'Could it be…?'
Slowly, he turned to Edward.
The young vampire stood there, looking like he was about to face the guillotine.
Charlie's fingers twitched toward his gun.
"Edward. Cullen."
His voice was dangerously low.
"Explain. Right. Now."
Seeing Bella hunched over, both Edward and Charlie rushed to her side.
Edward placed a gentle hand on Bella's back, his face twisted in concern.
"Bella, did you forget your pills?"
The words slipped out of Edward's mouth in his panic.
The second the sentence left his lips, he froze.
Bella's eyes widened in horror.
Silence.
Then—
"What pills?"
Charlie's voice was low and sharp, slicing through the tension like a blade.
His narrowed eyes locked onto Edward with deadly suspicion.
His cop instincts were screaming at him.
Something wasn't right.
And his daughter—his innocent little girl—was hiding something from him.
Along with this Cullen bastard.
Charlie's grip tightened into fists as he took a slow step forward.
Edward stiffened, feeling the full weight of Charlie's interrogative glare.
Bella let out a nervous laugh, wiping her mouth.
"Dad, it's not what you think—"
Charlie didn't buy it for a second.
"Try me."
His voice was calm—too calm.
The kind of calm that sent criminals sweating in an interrogation room.
Edward swallowed hard. Oh, he was so screwed.
Bella shot Edward a desperate look.
Edward refused to make eye contact.
Charlie exhaled sharply, his patience running dangerously thin.
"Either one of you explains what's going on—right now—"
His hand hovered near his belt—where his gun usually rested.
"Or I start making phone calls."
Bella paled.
Edward looked like he'd rather face an army of Volturi than continue this conversation.
Charlie's eyes darted between the two.
And then—realization hit him like a truck.
His face drained of colour.
His jaw clenched.
And when he finally spoke—his voice was dangerously quiet.
"Bella. Are you…?"
Bella opened her mouth—
But no words came out.
That silence?
It was all the confirmation Charlie needed.
🚗 HONK! HONK!
Just as Charlie's rage was about to explode, the sound of a car horn cut through the tension.
A sleek car pulled up in front of the Swan household and out stepped Jojo, Rosalie, and Alice.
Jojo's signature grin was wide as ever as he casually approached the three frozen figures in the yard.
"Hey, Bella! Heard you and Edward finally decided to confront your dad. And by the looks of it, that conversation already happened."
👀 Oh, it happened alright.
Behind him, both Rosalie and Alice giggled softly, watching the scene unfold.
Charlie, still in shock, turned toward Jojo, his brain barely processing his arrival.
"You..."
Charlie narrowed his eyes, ready to demand what the hell he was doing here—
"Hi, sir! Jojo Satauru. We've met before. Hope you remember me."
Jojo reached out, shaking Charlie's hand like this was a casual visit and not an absolute disaster zone.
Charlie barely gripped his hand back, still trying to piece everything together.
And then—Jojo did what Jojo does best.
He dropped a bomb.
🎂 "Since everything's already out in the open… let's cut the cake and celebrate this memorable moment!"
"What… memorable moment?"
Charlie's voice dripped with confusion.
Edward tensed. Bella froze.
"What do you mean, sir?"
Jojo's smile remained gentle—far too innocent.
Edward instantly realized what Jojo was about to say.
"Jojo, wait—!"
Too late.
Jojo, with zero hesitation, zero fear, and maximum enthusiasm, announced:
🎉 "CONGRATULATIONS! YOU'RE A GRANDFATHER!" 🎉
🛑 Everything. Stopped.
The wind blew.
The birds stopped chirping.
Even the trees seemed to pause.
Bella and Edward stared at Charlie like deer caught in headlights.
And Charlie?
His face went blank. His eyes darkened. His fist clenched.
"...Grandfather?"
His voice was shaky, full of disbelief.
Jojo, still smiling like a menace, nodded.
"Yep! That means your daughter is going to be a mother—oh! And in case you were wondering who the father is…"
Dramatically, Jojo threw his arms around Edward's and Bella's shoulders.
🎤 "It's none other than Ed!…WARD!"
🔥 Charlie's face turned five shades of red. 🔥
Edward visibly swallowed.
Bella? On the verge of passing out.
Jojo, completely unfazed, handed Bella the cake.
🎂 "Here, take this. Esme made it special for the occasion. Since this is a family discussion, I'll be taking my leave."
With a casual wave, Jojo, Rosalie, and Alice turned and walked back to the car like nothing had happened.
🚗 Engine starts.
As they drove away, they heard the inevitable.
💥 "YOU BASTARD!!!" 💥
Charlie's furious roar shook the entire neighbourhood.
Alice, seated in the car, sighed.
"Did we really need to do this?"
she asked, concern lacing her voice.
Jojo, grinning from ear to ear, cleared his throat and spoke with mock seriousness:
"It's for your brother's own good. As his future brother-in-law, I have to make tough decisions to ensure he's on the right path."
Rosalie, chuckling mischievously, added:
"But it was worth it… did you see Edward's face?"
Alice rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
"Sure…"
Deep down, she mentally sent condolences to her poor brother.
He was never going to hear the end of this.
After that day, Charlie was really angry at Edward, but soon, with helplessness, he accepted their relationship under one condition—Edward had to marry Bella within a month.
After the marriage, Edward took Bella on a honeymoon trip, which lasted quite a long time—three months.
Meanwhile, at the DMC, things were running normally without any level 4 supernatural cases.
Lower-level supernatural cases, such as levels 1, 2, and 3, were handled by other members of the DMC.
As for Jojo's production house, Creative Child, the shooting of Titanic had finally concluded successfully and entered post-production.
For the past six months, Jojo had dedicated himself to practising his magic.
Present...
Jojo and Freya were sitting at the dining table, eating a meal she had prepared.
Jenny, Kang, and Alex had gone to Jenny's mother's house, leaving just the two of them.
"I didn't expect you to cook this well."
Jojo looked surprised as he savoured the food.
Since Freya had arrived in Forks, she had never cooked, so he never expected her to be a hidden chef with such impressive skills.
"If you like it, I can cook for you daily..."
A beautiful smile bloomed on Freya's face, her voice carrying a hint of hope.
If Jojo truly enjoyed her cooking, she was more than happy to prepare meals for him regularly.
At the same time, her leg made contact with Jojo's under the table, teasing him with subtle movements.
A playful smirk appeared on her lips as she continued, causing friction beneath the dining table.
"____"
"You know you're playing a dangerous game, right?"
Jojo shuddered slightly but refused to back down.
Not to be outdone, he retaliated with his own leg, meeting her teasing with equal intensity.
His voice carried a warning, but there was a spark of amusement in his eyes.
He didn't know exactly when it happened, but somehow, he and Freya had grown close—so close that he hadn't even realized it.
Even though Freya would tease him occasionally, today felt different.
There was something deliberate in her actions, a boldness in her touch as if she had made up her mind to take the next step.
She stood from her seat and moved toward Jojo, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.
As she approached, he swallowed hard, unable to look away from the deep, smouldering gaze fixed on him.
"I... I just remembered something... I promised Edward I'd play baseball with them..."
Sigh~
Jojo averted his eyes, scrambling for an excuse to escape, but before he could react, a soft finger pressed against his lips, silencing him.
"Rosalie, Alice, Inadu, and the others won't be back until tomorrow,"
she whispered, her voice smooth like velvet.
"It's just you and me."
His heart pounded in his chest as realization dawned on him.
"Don't tell me..."
Freya leaned in, her breath warm against his skin.
They were so close now, inches apart.
The heat radiating between them sent an electric charge through the air.
"Yeah... I've bonded with you too. Can't you feel it?"
Her fingers ran through his hair as she spoke, her touch both delicate and possessive.
Jojo's breath hitched.
Now that she had said it, he could feel it—the invisible thread tying them together, pulling them closer.
A wave of guilt washed over him.
Freya had always been by his side, yet he had been blind to her feelings, blind to the bond they had already formed.
"Sorry, Freya... I... I should have noticed this sooner."
Without thinking, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against him.
She had waited so long, watching him build bonds with others while she remained in the background, silently enduring.
How much had she held back, waiting for him to realize?
Smooch~
"It's not your fault, Jojo,"
she murmured against his skin.
"To be honest, I fell for you the first time you came to New Orleans. I even researched ways to bond with you... but I didn't need to force it. It happened on its own."
She lifted his face, brushing her lips against his forehead.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then, as if pulled by an unseen force, their lips met.
The kiss was slow at first, soft, exploring.
But the dam had broken.
The passion ignited between them like wildfire.
Freya's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, while Jojo's arms wrapped around her waist, pressing her against him.
Their bodies moulded together, the warmth between them growing unbearable.
As the kiss deepened, their hands roamed, fingertips tracing the contours of each other's bodies beneath the fabric of their clothes.
A quiet moan escaped Freya's lips as Jojo's hands found the curve of her back, pulling her flush against him.
The heat of her skin against his own sent a surge of electricity through him.
Minutes passed in breathless urgency.
When they finally broke apart, a thin thread of saliva still connected their lips, their breaths heavy, eyes darkened with desire.
Freya's gaze flickered with mischief and longing as she traced a finger down his chest.
Giggle~
Without a word, Jojo scooped her up into his arms in a bridal carry.
"Jojo!"
she laughed, her arms wrapping around his neck as he carried her toward his bedroom.
The night was only just beginning.
Freya giggled as Jojo carried her through the dimly lit hallway, her arms wrapped around his neck.
Her laughter was light, and teasing, but her eyes told a different story—filled with heat, longing, and something deeper.
Jojo's grip on her tightened as he stepped into his bedroom, the door clicking shut behind them.
The air between them was charged, electric, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the weight of what was about to happen settling in.
"Are you sure about this?"
Jojo asked, his voice lower, huskier than usual.
Freya smiled, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw before running down the collar of his shirt.
"I've never been more sure of anything,"
she whispered, her breath warm against his lips.
That was all he needed.
He captured her lips again, this time with more urgency, more need.
Freya responded eagerly, pressing herself against him, her body moulding into his as if they were two halves of the same whole.
His hands found the curve of her waist, sliding beneath her top, his fingertips grazing her bare skin.
She shivered at the touch, sighing softly into his mouth as she tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel more of him.
Jojo pulled back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before reaching for hers.
She lifted her arms willingly, letting him remove the fabric with ease.
His gaze darkened as he took her in—the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the way her skin glowed under the dim light.
He traced a slow, reverent path down her arms, over her sides, memorizing every inch of her.
"You're beautiful,"
he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
Freya smiled, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.
"You don't look so bad yourself,"
she teased before pulling him down for another kiss.
Their bodies moved instinctively, hands exploring, fingers learning.
Every touch, every caress sent sparks through them, igniting a fire that had been smouldering for far too long.
Jojo gently laid Freya down on the bed, his body hovering over hers as he kissed a slow trail down her neck, across her collarbone, savouring every reaction.
She arched into him, nails dragging lightly across his back as she whispered his name, breathless and wanting.
Their clothes disappeared piece by piece, forgotten as they lost themselves in each other.
Jojo moved with patience and devotion, his lips tracing every inch of her, his hands worshipping her curves as if she were something sacred.
Freya's breath hitched as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then lower, each touch setting her skin ablaze.
She pulled him closer, nails digging into his back as she met his gaze.
"Jojo..."
He silenced her with another kiss, deeper this time, filled with everything he couldn't put into words.
Their movements became fluid, and synchronized, as if they had done this a hundred times before.
The world outside the bedroom faded, time slowed, and all that remained was them—tangled in each other, lost in pleasure, bound by something far stronger than mere attraction.
As their bodies reached their peak, a final whisper of each other's names escaped their lips, their hands clasping together, their breaths mingling as they shattered and came undone in each other's arms.
Jojo held her close, their bodies still intertwined, his fingers brushing through her hair as they lay in the afterglow.
Freya nestled against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
"That was..."
she murmured, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
Jojo chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"Yeah... it was."
For the first time in a long while, everything felt right.
And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace, they both knew—this was just the beginning.
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