D is for Daffodil
We were lying in our meadow with his head in my lap. I was perfectly content and was enjoying the view of both him and the beautiful foliage surrounding us but my gazing was cut short by a yellow object. I moved my head back and saw it was a flower.
"If every kiss was a flower, I'd send you a bouquet of daffodils every day." He said offering me the plant.
I laughed softly. "Out of all flowers, why daffodils?" I questioned.
"We'll probably because they remind me of you." He mused.
"Why?" I asked honestly confused.
"Probably because they are simply beautiful, they don't need to wrap themselves up to try and compete with any other plants because they outshine everything else already, they open up and become even more fascinating, and they give so much and take so little. I guess it sounds kinda corny, huh?" He said laughing slightly.
My eyes were watering "I love you, Carlisle." I whispered trying not to cry.
"And I you Bella." I could hear the smile through his words. We were quiet after that basking in the warmth of the sun and of our words.
