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Eventually Isabella woke up; I had to send Jaz and Emmett out for some baby formula because she was crying in hunger. She wouldn't let me put her down for any length of time. If I placed her down for longer than a few minutes she would whimper and wail until I cradled her to me again.
I fed her quickly when Jaz and Emmett returned to try and ease her discomfort; luckily for me Jaz and Emmett had the foresight to buy diapers because Isabella left us a present not long after.
After changing her diaper I went back to rocking her and humming the tune I was now coming to recognise as being a lullaby, Bella's lullaby. She was so peaceful in her sleep, her lavender lids would flutter sporadically and her little mouth would pop open in the sweetest way.
Eventually the girls returned from Seattle where they had purchased enough diapers, formula, onesies and pretty baby outfits to supply a third world country. Esme came over to me to take the sleeping Isabella from my arms to change her into a fresh sleep suit, as the one she had on was filthy and couldn't be comfortable for her. I looked at Esme's retreating back longingly my arms feeling empty and an ache in my chest. Jasper must have noticed my pain because he said through his thoughts:
You really are getting attached aren't you Edward.
And I was, I could feel myself missing the steady weight in my arms, the gentle thrumming of her heart against my chest.
"I love her already Jaz." I replied simply, because that's what it was, I loved that beautiful little baby plain and simple. I would protect my beautiful Bella with my life if the situation ever demanded it.
My thoughts were interrupted by a beautiful cry and the whole family ran to the precious baby, including Carlisle who flew down the stairs like a bat out of hell.
"Is she alright? What's going on? Did you hurt her Esme?" Rosalie let out a tumult of questions.
"Of course Esme didn't hurt her Rosalie don't be so dramatic." I rebuked taking the crying Isabella gently from Esme and rocking us from side to side. The crying immediately ceased and she nuzzled her face further into my chest.
Every one looked at me in awe.
"How on earth did you do that Edward?" Esme implored in disbelief.
"She just finds my being near comforting I suppose." I shrugged careful not to disturb the little one.
"Well anyway, since we are all here I should tell you about the move," Carlisle injected. "We will be moving to the UK this time, but not England, Wales."
We had never lived in Wales before, if we ever lived in the UK we lived in rural England, but we had visited. The Welsh were decidedly friendlier than the English, I suppose because they tended to live in close tight not communities unless they lived in the towns and cities.
"We are going to be living in Caerleon, it's a town now but used to be such a beautiful village, it's close to the capital city as well and there are plenty of places to shop for Alice. There is wood land pretty close for hunting and the schools are some of the best in the country. The Royal Gwent hospital is 20 minutes away from home for me and there are plenty of places for you to volunteer Esme should you wish." Carlisle explained.
"When are we leaving Carlisle?" Emmett asked, contemplating weather there would be bears in the Welsh forests in his mind.
"Tomorrow. I suggest you all pack the bare essentials tonight while I drive to Seattle to pick up our new papers. Our flight leaves tomorrow morning at eight so make sure you are all ready to leave here by six you know how tight airport security is so don't pack anything that would give us reason to be stopped." Carlisle warned. "I'll have Isabella put on your passport Esme as we don't have a picture for her to have her own." And with that Carlisle was out of the door and the house was in chaos.
Esme was running around like a blue arse fly trying to pack all of her favourite antiques into boxes to be sent over after we got there. Alice was trying to fit as many of our extensive wardrobe in the 8 suitcases the airline would allow us to store in the cargo hold. Jasper was packing up his and Carlisle's books in the library into a box to be sent over. Rosalie was in mourning over having to leave our cars for a few weeks until they could be shipped to us. I had asked Emmett to carefully pack away my huge music collection and journals away to add to the growing pile of boxes spread around the bottom floor of the house we had lived in the four years we had lived in Forks, Washington.
I was still holding Isabella at five in the morning when Carlisle returned with our new passports, birth certificates and identification, including driver's licences. He ran quickly up the stairs to gather his medical licence information and any tools he would need. Esme was packing a baby bag for Isabella on the flight containing bottles of formula, diapers, and onesies.
By the time everything was finished, Isabella was strapped into her newly purchased car seat in the back of Carlisle's Mercedes, as it had the largest trunk we were also taking Emmett's jeep. I sat in the back with Isabella while my siblings piled in to the jeep with hoots and hollers.
Then we were off to the airport, flying to a new life with this precious little baby.
