There were no words to describe the feel of her in my arms; the softness of her skin, the sweet, flowery scent of her bronze ringlets, her desire to be there. Every detail rendered my further beyond use of words, - perfection, bliss, heavenly - meaningless letters knotted together, too common, too plain. Something so wonderful could not be happening to a part-time wolf. Except it was. I loved her, wanted her, and she wanted me back.
It was time - though I knew several residence of the area would dread the date - to marry this girl, Renesmee Carlie Cullen.
I cradled her in my arms only a few minutes longer before gently placing her head back onto the pillow, creeping through the doorway and down the hall.