Someone's Mate
A.N.: previously chapter seventeen
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Chapter Four
Bella's P.O.V.
Once we reached the corner I watched as Luchia ran her eyes around the room, catching the gaze of all the others in the room.
"Let's see, you know Edward, my husband, and Carlisle, my father-in-law." I explained bring her closer to the family. "This is Esme, Carlisle's wife. Next to Esme is Rosalie and her husband Emmett." As I turned my gaze over to Luchia from Rose and Emmett I watched as Alice left her side to join Jasper as he stepped into the room.
"That guy by Alice is Jasper, her husband, and for now that's it. My daughter is currently with her boyfriend at the reservation, so you won't meet her until the bonfire tonight." I explained as I watched for her reaction.
Luchianna's P.O.V.
I eyed each individual as Bella pointed them out to me.
Esme was a beauty with caramel colored curls. As she stood curled in Carlisle's arms she sent me a gentle smile as if she meant to reassure me.
Next to her stood a cool beauty, with looks that could match Caius's, but whereas he was like the moon, Rosalie was all fire, a reverse Artemis and Apollo.
There was no other way to describe Emmett Cullen other than to compare him to a grizzly bear, but the twinkly in his eyes had me thinking that he would most likely be as harmless as a giant teddy.
When yet another blond came into the room, this one a tall brooding man, I studied him with caution as Bella introduced him to me as Alice's husband Jasper.
There seemed to be something wild about him, something feral, but at the same time something delicate.
"…for now that's it. My daughter is currently with her boyfriend at the reservation, so you won't meet her until the bonfire tonight."
Hearing the last of my sister's statement I paused and threw a disbelieving look in her direction.
"Your daughter?" My question was a repetition of my thought, and so I watched as Bella threw a hesitant smile in my direction.
"Yeah. Renesmee. I had her nineteen years ago, before I was changed."
I stared at the girl in amazement.
"So around the same time mom had me?"
"Exactly," she exclaimed happily.
"Cool," I stated simply as I looked back at the others in front of me, waiting for them to speak.
When no one said anything I started to feel nervous. "So, do you have a washer?"
My question was hesitant as I looked from face to face, and when I watched smiles form on each of their faces I smiled in return.
Esme stepped forward and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "Let's go and tackle those dirty clothes." Her voice was just as warm and motherly as her presence, and I found myself smiling brighter as I allowed myself to be dragged back up the stairs to collect my hamper of dirty clothes.
Before too long we had my clothes in the washer and were soon in the kitchen chatting as Esme fulfilled her natural instinct to feed starving humans.