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Chapter Two
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"Twintow twintow widdow `tar how I wonner what you are upppa bove da world so high lite a dimon inna sty. Twintow twintow widdow `tar how I wonner what you are." I heard the sweet little voice coming from my bedroom and I peered around the door jamb to see my little Alice sitting up in a tangle of bedding, her short hair sleep tousled. She was singing to herself as Edward lay still asleep next to her. They had been napping together in Esme and my bed.
We weren't sure it was true sleep or just the deep meditative trance that Vampires sometimes went into. However the children did it with such frequency whereas most vampires only ever did it rarely. Their situation was so unprecedented that we had no way for sure of knowing what was going on. No vampire would turn a child so young, it isn't allowed and no adult vampire had ever been… well… de-aged. Usually vampires didn't grow or age, but what the witch said lead me to believe that they would be growing with time like human children so it made sense that they would need their rest.
They were definitely still little vampires though and I had taken to hunting for the littlest ones myself. It was interesting draining a buck into a baby bottle, but you did what needed being done. For the most part Emmett, Rose and Jasper hunted rabbits, drinking larger game that I would help them catch and I caught food for Edward and Alice who were just too little to hunt. At five, even Jasper sometimes struggled, but I never let my tiny soldier go hungry.
They fed with more regularity and frequency than they had before, even if they drank much less at each feeding. It was hard keeping up with a new schedule; I wasn't accustomed to hunting every day, but in order to keep little mouths from biting we had to make sure they were always full so there would be no slip ups. Especially since Esme wouldn't hear of keeping her babies cooped up in the house. So far, with the aid of a reinforced stroller and a baby carrier, warn around the chest, for Edward, there had been no issues.
I walked into my bedroom and scooped Alice up out of the balled up sheets and blankets and rubbed noses with her.
"Daddy" She squealed, placing a tiny hand on each side of my face and I reached out putting a finger too her lips.
"Shh little angel, you'll disturb your brother." I warned her.
She nodded solemnly at me and kept her tone down "Daddy," my pixie whispered, "I wated up."
"I see that." I smiled. My little girl warmed my still heart. All my children did. I felt a depth of love and warmth I had never before experienced. Sure I had always loved my children, but they were reserve with their affection due to being adolescents. They had no such reservations anymore. Not that my little Alice really ever did, but the other four were not as demonstrative as they had become since being shrunken down and I found myself enjoying it very much. I enjoyed being a parent actually able to raise my children. It was a totally different experience from raising eternal teenagers. Not that I didn't love that too. This was just rewarding in a completely different way.
"Edward wate up soon." She told me patting my cheeks with little hands.
"Will he now?" I asked her.
"Uhuh, I seed it daddy." She informed me looking right in my eyes and I smiled at her.
"Hims gonna cwy," She warned "gib him musit." She advised sagely.
I sighed, Edward was a cranky one. No sooner did that thought cross my mind did a chestnut colored head pop up from the pillow, look up at me and then start wailing.
"Alice, why don't you go and find mommy?" I suggested to her placing her down on her feet. She nodded dutifully, hugging me around my legs for a moment before skipping off to find Esme.
"Oh Edward," I shook my head and lifted him up rocking my baby boy in my arms "Hush now my little man, daddy's got you." I soothed rubbing his back and swaying side to side as he cried.
He seemed the most distraught by the changes, but then I could see where his frustration would come in. Being the youngest of the group he was limited in both action and speech. I often thought he had something he just needed to say, but was unable to vocalize it. Those were the times his little face would scrunch up and he would start sobbing. I never knew what to do for him in those moments so I would hold him till the storm would pass.
"Why don't we go play with your music, hmm?" I suggested to my sad little boy. I had bought him several child friendly instruments including a small key board and a tiny drum set.
Edward continued to cry and a moment later Jasper came running around the corner and into my leg crying softly himself as he wrapped around my thigh.
"Dadddyyy make the baby stop." He begged me. Jasper, struggled the most with Edward's moods. As a child he had even more trouble with his empathy.
"We are going to go play music. Why don't you come and help?" I asked Jasper placing my hand on his head as I continued to hold Edward close with my other arm.
He nodded against my leg and put his thumb in his mouth in an effort to self sooth. I lead them both down the stairs and into the living room where their toys sat in a corner. I carried Edward over and sat down with him on the floor, holding him in my lap. I reached into the toy chest and pulled out the keyboard handing it to my baby and turning it on.
Jasper came and sat down on the floor next to me and I handed him the colorful xylophone.
Edward seemed to calm as soon as his fingers hit the keys and he started to play a made up little tune, Jasper trying to meet him note for note calming as his brother calmed.
Alice toddled over from where she had been sitting on the in Esme's lap on the couch as they both watched Emmett and Rosalie play something on Xbox and plopped down on my other side. Digging into the toy bin she pulled out a set of maracas and started shaking them along with her brothers' playing.
"Musit!" She exclaimed happily shaking the maracas at me and grinning widely.
I don't know what my little orchestra was composing, but for the preschool sect, they didn't sound half bad.
As I listened to my children play a smile spread out across my lips. As hard as it was raising five little vampires, I wouldn't trade it for the world.