Edward's Point of View

Keep beating.

Keep beating.

Keep beating.

Don't leave me.

I sat watching Bella lay still for the last time. She looked like she was sleeping. My Bella was-is-beautiful. We watched and read Romeo and Juliet but I had never fully understood Romeo until now.

Through Bella's humanity was dying, her beauty just increased with death.

I sat side by side by my wife waiting for her to move. To scream. Anything.

Still.

She laid still as if sleeping or dead... In a way she would be.

"Edward, meet your daughters," Alice coached. " Bella's fine. They need to see you."

Alice smiled at me as I stood and we walked to the living room.

"Edward, look at them," Esme nodded to Rose and herself.

I came closer and picked up the sleeping infant in my mother's arms.

The movement startled her and she whined.

"Shhhh. Shhh. It's okay. It's okay,"

We haven't named her yet. She needs a name.

"Daddy's got you," I cooed and she grabbed my finger tight.

My baby girl opened her eyes and then I saw it.

I imagine some fathers are surprised when they see their baby's eyes.

None were as surprised as me to see my Bella's face in their heads.

The face was pale from bloodless and her cheekbones stuck out from the complicated pregnancy but that was my Bella.

"Did you see that?"

My family looked on confused.

"Never mind." I abruptly shook my head in irritation.

I'm not crazy.

Says the guy who hears voices in his head.

I shook it off and walked around holding my youngest daughter.

"You need a name. If your mother was here, she'd give you the most unique and beautiful name but you'll have to make do with me. She knew you and Renesmee would be one of a kind so I'll follow your mother's lead. Renesmee was named after your Nana and your Grandmother. I have two mothers so Esme and Elizabeth make Esmebeth. Your middle name has to be combined too. Your mother and your Aunt Rosalie worked hard to bring you here so your middle name is Isalice."

"Welcome to the world, Esmebeth."

Her hazel eyes held mine and it reminded me of her grandmother Renee.

How could a baby's eyes have more intelligence than a grown woman's?

Something was eating at me. She looked like my daughter but different. Older?

Her hair was longer and already I could see her body changing.

I hurried over to Rose and took Renesmee in my arms.

They both were changing. My Esmebeth and Renesmee were growing. They were still growing?

I ran to Carlisle and explained to him how the growing was slowing but was still there.

He measured their height and weight and saw the differences.

'I'll monitor them as best as I can. Thankfully their growing has been slowing but we're just going to have to keep watch. I'll take Esmebeth and you bond with Renesmee as well," Carlisle instructed.

"Remember that they're gifted. I think the twins showed me Bella."

"How so?"

"My head. Renesmee was watching me as well as Esmebeth and then I saw a clear image of Bella after having them."

"It's possible. Their parents are just as gifted," he said with a smile.

I walked out with Renesmee and she put her hand on my face.

I saw the same picture of Bella but this time the color wasn't as vibrant.

"Your mother is sleeping. We can't wake her up yet."

A foul smell smell hit then. The stench of wet dog hit my nostrils.

Apologies and reasons flowed through my head.

"YOU IMPRINTED MY DAUGHTER?!"