A/N – I do not ownThe Twilight Sagaor the characters in any way; all rights are reserved toStephanie Meyer.
Safe
Esme's P.O.V.
Everyone has that moment in their lives where they've caught their breaths simply in anticipation. That moment, so utterly special that you're suspended in joy for a few beautiful heartbeats, you forget everything except what's happening in that moment.
This was what was happening to me now.
As the tiny form was placed into my arms, the mothering instincts I had tried to control over the years hit me suddenly with such force that it caused my breath to leave me. It was the way my arms formed to accommodate the sleeping babe so that I wouldn't wake her up; the way her warmth felt so right in my cold arms; the way her eyelids fluttered as if she knew what was happening but was too far gone to register the transaction from Rosalie's arms to mine.
"What's her name," I whispered, because if it's one thing I manage to say, it's that.
Rosalie smiles slightly, "She doesn't have one yet."
A smile spreads further across my face, but it's one that's between the line of crying and laughing because I can't quite grasp what my emotions are doing. How can one person be so obviously happy and so obviously sad?
Perhaps it was the fact I faintly accepted the fact that I would never have this with Carlisle, or maybe it was the fact that I knew this opportunity many years ago was what led me to that cliff.
But whatever the reason, I wouldn't let it ruin this moment.
My fingers wander to the baby's face first. Absent minded, I trace the features of her face, the fear of my inhuman strength so obvious in the delicateness I performed the action. Her lips were soft and her nose was so tiny but so perfectly shaped... she was both Edward and Bella in one- so perfectly balanced between the two that it was obvious who the parents were.
And her hair!
Her hair was copper in colour, much like Edwards, but it had brunette mixed within it from Bella's side. It was perfectly in harmony and although there wasn't much of it, my fingers still stroked her head which I thought she found quite comforting. Her tiny fingers were perfectly shaped, all five of them. I made a mental note to get some mittens for here as the ten perfect nails we fairly sharp to her sensitive skin.
But most of all, and although I still remembered it from years ago, it was that musky baby scent that I adored. How new she was to us!
"Hello, baby," I cooed, my face beaming with pride. "I'm your grandma!"
I looked up from the small face and Carlisle stood to the right of Rosalie, a smile rested upon his lips.
"And he's your grandpa," I continued as Carlisle walked towards us, his footsteps controlled against the wooden panelled floors.
Carlisle's arm wrapped around my shoulders and as a heartbeat slowed from upstairs, everything began to fall perfectly into place.
"Everything's going to be okay now," Carlisle whispered as she stroked the babe's cheek with a soft finger. "We're okay, now."
I kissed his cheek attentively, my arms still protectively wrapped around the little body cocooned within them. He responded by tucking a tendril of hair behind my ear, and when I looked back down again, the wide, large, interested eyes of an infant looked up at me. I leant down and kissed her forehead as she yawned, her mouth making that perfect 'O' shape I had seen my son before her do.
And yes, finally I knew, we were going to be okay. Because finally, through everything that had happened and had gone wrong, this small, tiny person, had fixed the problems that had eaten away at us for weeks.
A/N – Just a quick one-shot!
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