Chapter 8- He is special
Jacob's point of view
As I got down stairs, Jace started crying. Again.
Not to be mean but, I just put him not even a half a minute ago. I sprinted up the stairs, and opened our bedroom, hope Bella didn't wake up.
"What is going on little man?" I said will picking up the little bundle.
Jace was wrapped in a dark green blanket, with his name stitched in it.
My dad and Charlie chipped in to pay for it. It was really soft. If I was him, I would be knocked out. In that thing.
I walked down stairs with him so I can get him a bottle. I went to the fridge, and opened it up and saw all the breast bottles. Which one do I pick?
Jace was wailing loudly.
"ssssh, sssh." I said will bouncing him a little as he was in my right arm. I grabbed a random bottle and went to the den, I sat in our recliner.
"Ok, Jace here you go."
I took the cape of the bottle and put it to Jace's lips. Without hesitation, he started sucking. I laughed he was so cute.
He was wide eyed looking at me.
"Is that yummy?" I asked him, in my baby voice. I swear I saw him nod.
My little boy was truly amazing.
I patted his back, while he was making noises. I laid out the feet of the recliner so I was laying down.
I put Jace on my stomach, but so he could hear my heart beat. I put the blanket on top of him, he seemed snuggled and warm. I put my finger on his cheek and he nuzzled then started sucking on it.
I smiled to myself.
I stroked his head, to sooth him. He had the exact color of black hair I had. It was soft, he smelled like baby powder and green apples.
Soon he was asleep; he was like me because he snored a little. I love this little guy.
