A/N: My twisted imagination has taken a twist for the worse! Jacob, and his... Daughter!? what!? I know i'm sick, but hey, it gives for a good story!
There she was, my perfect baby girl. I couldn't see anything past the perfection of every angle of her face. The perfection that she withheld. She was a pale color, as her mother, but had black hair. She had beautiful big brown doe eyes. I would do anything in the world for this being. She was now my essence, every fiber I had, withheld her. Her tiny hand grasped one of my fingers, and I gasped. I felt a shock pass between me and her. I probably had the biggest smile I've ever had, but who could blame me? Lost, in a dream, nothings what it seems chimed in my head. Shit! I can't believe i just did that! "Let me see her," came from the weak voice of Bella from the hospital bed. I felt like growling at her, to stay the fuck away, but low and behold, shes the mother. I passed her to her and I just stared at her. She was in her arms, something I hope wouldn't happen again. I didn't want her in the other arms of another person again. The big doe eyes seems to see me, and stared blankly at me. Bella seemed to notice, that I was only interested in the things in her arms. She shot up suddenly. Shit. She found out. She found out I imprinted on our little girl.
A/N: I know it's short, and i'm sorry. Wierd eh? if you like it please tell me, and i need a name for the kid! Thanks for reading my twisted sense of humor. Or romance? Bwahahahahaha!!-Sarah