Jealousy
Timeline: Post-BD
Pov: Bella
Summary: Rosalie's jealous... and Bella knows exactly why. Short oneshot. Post BD. Renesmee-centric.
"Can I hold her now?" the blonde asks, one hand on hip, the other held up in exasperation.
I smile at the reflection in the wide window of my still form holding my almost as still daughter, marveling at how right we look together. I glance down at my baby's softly breathing form and shake my head. "She's sleeping," I explain as softly as possible.
Rosalie sighs and sits, knowing as well as I do that the reason I won't hand her Renesmee has nothing to do with her current slumber.
It's strange to me, even now: Rosalie's jealousy. I had experienced her wrath as a human for my mortality, the never ending quest for some kind of relief, closure over the fact that I had life and she had none. It seemed we were going to be fine, after a while. Now she's jealous of Renesmee... Where will it end?
It seems that whatever I have is the exact thing she needs. It's understandable that she's jealous. It's okay. I just wish sometimes that she could be happy...
And yet, as much as this angers me, it somehow pleases me to know that I am the enviable one for once. The one who invites temptation and jealousy.
It makes me feel wicked. Horribly, it feels good. Perhaps I'm as much of a sadist as James or any one of my enemies.
Though I've tried to convince myself that I'm just being overprotective, as any new mother would be, I know the truth. That I like to be in control and bad, even if it's only for an amount of minutes- not a very long time when you have forever. That feeling… so bad, but so, so good. And worth it, too.
And yet.
Despite all this – her jealousy, my selfishness – a frail friendship has formed. I can tell she's really trying to be nice. Might as well give her what she wants.
I sigh internally and prepare to hand her my one and only offspring- not for good, of course.
As if she can read my mind, Renesmee's small eyes pop open for an instant. She lets out a small yawn, wavering my already weak resolve. That's all it takes to keep her in my arms. Little sneak. Just like her father.
I hug my daughter closer to me and stare out into the night. I smile again at our perfect image in the glass. The wicked surge runs through my veins.
Rosalie can be jealous for a little longer.