Rated K
Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer and I do not own any characters recognizable from Twilight.
The nurse shook her head. That family really were extraordinary. The newest addition was no different. Pale, with none of the usual newborn redness, beautiful and very relaxed. That baby girl had not cried once, not even when she was born. The midwife had panicked thinking the babe dead, but no, alive an kicking.
The family-- that Bella Swan was too young for a baby. That's what comes of marrying young, married at 18--probably because she was already pregnant--not that I could have blamed her. That young Mr Cullen was so good looking… if wasn't 53 years old…no mustn't even go there. However little Ms Swan ever landed that one, plain girl that she is, no one will ever understand.
She reached the end of the brightly lit corridor, stopping at room number 23. She knocked twice and walked straight into the plain white room. There was the mother, lying in the hospital bed holding her baby, gazing at its small face with utter adoration. The father on the other hand was staring straight at the nurse. A hard cold stare, almost as if he knew what she had been thinking. She checked herself. Of course not.
"Shall I take her to the nursery?" she broke the silence. The girls had shot up.
"No" She sounded uncertain. " Can't she stay here with us? "Her big brown eyes pleaded with the nurse. Her face was pale, she looked tired.
"Surely you will need your sleep" Nurse Young was not having any nonsense. New mothers never had any idea what was best for them, or their babies. "you've been up since 4 in the morning, and it was a long birth." Kindness coloured her tone "You must be exhausted. You really must rest" It was a command.
Edward Cullen was still looking at her. Someone should tell him it is rude to stare. He smirked. His wife looked up at him anxiously. Well he was not going to stop Nurse Young. She had been doing her job for 31 years now. She had much more experience. She knew best.
"Ms Sw--Cullen I really must insist--"
"There's no need for the nursery, I'll be here." His voice was like velvet. She couldn't help herself, her heart fluttered.
"Mrs Young… May I call you Edna?" His honey eyes had glanced down at her name tag a second too late. She bristled. No you may not! She forced a smile.
"Of course you can" Stupid "friendly staff " regulations ." You need rest though. Both of you do. It was a long night." The couple shared an amused smile. Some kind of joke. Well Edna Young would not be made fun of. She walked briskly across the small room and took the bay fro its mothers arms. Suddenly its arm flashed across her vision and grabbed her pinkie finger. Edna screamed in pain and let go of the child. Bella Cullen gasped as her babe fell towards the floor. "Edward!!" And then the baby was cooing in her fathers arms.
However did he cross the room.. He didn't even move-- Holy crap that baby has broken my finger! Giving way to the pain and shock, the old nurse blacked out.