The open window played with the white curtains, of which demonstrated puppetry as their shadows dance with the sunlight. The shadows taunted the sparkling rainbow that surrounded the new father, sending his radiating image through a series of flashes. The infant in his arms was asleep. The new world was yet unexplored; the sense of sight not fully put to use. But the small boy's dreams were filled with a bronze haired man, who cradled him in his arms and looked at him with all his love.
Bella sat on the bed feeling slightly betrayed, though her eyes could not bear to relinquish the sight of the two. Edward's breathtaking beauty, as he was bathed in sun and shadow, left Bella lost for words and action. He kissed his son on the head, then the nose. His golden eyes, made more magnificent by the morning sun, gazed at the baby, and then drew to Bella. His face was beaming.
"I can't hear his thoughts."