May I Surrender . . . to Parenthood
A Nahuel Moment
I never thought I'd be a father. I never thought I would lay next thought I would lay next to the most beautiful woman in the world every night. I never thought I would know the pleasure of play fighting with my son. I never thought I would experience the pleasure of when my little daughter would send her favorite doll flying through the air to get my attention.
"Yes little love?" I said rising from the bed and returning her toy to her across the room.
"Daddy up!" She smiled at me and I lifted her from her crib and she wrapped her little arms around me. "Princess time!" She whispered excitedly, princess time was when the house was still and neither Leah nor Nate was conscious. It was the perfect time for me to bond with my daughter.
"So what do you want to do?" I said tickling her stomach and giggled her perfect little giggle.
"Story daddy," she rolled her eyes and reminded me of her mother and yanked on the sleeve of my shirt. "Okay let's go find a book." We went to Carlisle's library, unlike normal babies my children had a taste for classical literature, the only child story that she seemed to enjoy that I could think of was Sleeping Beauty, and she kind of liked Little Mermaid but I think she was more confused by the fact the girl had a tail. Leah spent most of the day trying to make it make sense to her.
"Alright which one should we read today?" I walked over to the calmer books.
"Dis one daddy!" She lifted The Secret Garden with her mind.
"We have read this one a million times Neah, are you sure you don't want to read something else?" I said trying to persuade her, I mean we had read it so many times that I probably could recite the book by heart.
"It's pretty I like it . . . pewease daddy!" She pouted and stared at me with those big teak eyes. I groaned slightly and took the book from her and sat in the rocking chair in the nursery. As I read the story she would say her favorite lines to the best of her ability.
"Whose says my wegs are crooked?" She said Colin's line from the story and touched the page.
"Why would you like that line little one? I see no entertaining quality there?" I read the line again.
"I wike Collin he wearns how to walk and he woves he cousin Maree and they grow together." It crazy how much these kids comprehend, I mean they barely look two years old and they understand the content of classical literature.
" I like him to." I squeezed her tighter and she smiled.
"I remember what he says." She smiled I could tell that she was proud of herself and she should be.
"I know I'm proud of you." I kissed her forehead. "Do you want me to read to you some more?" She nodded and continued and we finished the book before sunrise. By the end of the book she had fallen asleep in my arms. I smoothed her curly hair with my hand and she sighed contently. I continued to rock her content to have this time with her. I knew that there would be a time when she wouldn't want to be this close and that one day she would come to love another man more that she loved her father. So for now I would enjoy the fact that I was her hero and that there was no one she rather spend her time with. Besides, I had plenty of firsts to look forward to before she decided that I wasn't cool anymore. She fidgeted and clenched my shirt in her hand once more. It was amazing how much she reminded me of the mother, she was so independent but deep down she wanted someone to be there for her and to hold her, and she loved her alone time with me. Then again I could see myself in her as well, her silent humor, and her clumsiness with air movement ability. She had hit poor Seth in the head more times than I care to remember. The worse was when she tried to give Rosalie a wrench and got Seth right between the eyes knocking him unconscious for a good fifteen minutes.
"Bababababa," she gurgled in her sleep and I laughed at her.
"A Secret Garden night?" Leah said standing by the door.
"Yeah because there is absolute no other book in this house!" I whispered and we both laughed.
"Well what can you say the girl knows what she likes there's no harm in that!" Leah said kneeling in front of both of us and taking our daughter little hand. "Did you want me to put her to bed?" She asked.
"No I was going to in just a minute." I quite enjoyed watching the child as she slept but she probably would sleep better in the comfort of her crib.
"That's good because I was actually getting a little jealous of my daughter stealing all of your attention!" My wife smiled at me and touched her lips to mine. "Don't be too long."
I never knew my life would end up this way. I never knew that I would have a family I loved more than words. I never knew that I would have the opportunity be the type of father my father wasn't. I never knew that I would have wife that loves me, laughs with me, and encourages me to be a better me. To have lived so long I really knew nothing of life's true pleasures, and to have the opportunity to marvel at them now I am truly blessed.
Author's Note
I wrote this because this is how I wished my father had felt about me. I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I liked writing it. I also hoped this would help everyone get a little more of an idea of Neah's personality and love her like I do. As always please read and review . . . and no flames.
Thanks for Reading
Justagirl
