Just got back from a 3.5 mile run in the fucking cold...
My nose is running and I need some tissues...
You do too...
I spend every second of the next week by her side.
When she sleeps.
When she eats.
168 hours.
10,080 minutes.
604,800 seconds.
It is not enough.
When I hear the car pull into the driveway I want to run.
I have money…
I could take her and disappear.
I look down at her sleeping in my arms and I'm dying.
She is mine.
And they're taking her.
"Edward." I hear Carlisle call me from the doorway.
I don't answer.
I just hold her closer.
"You are not good for her…we are not good for her. She needs to be with her own kind."
I'm broken.
"Look...look at your hand for God sake...you don't even realize you're doing it, do you?" He says and I look down...
The bottle that I was holding in my free hand is squished.
Warm formula oozes between my fingers...
He's right.
I didn't even know I was squeezing it.
What if I got distracted and hurt her.
But I still can't just give her up.
He takes her from my arms and she wakes and starts to cry.
She looks over his shoulder at me and I…
I…
The door closes and I hear her screams get further away as he straps her into the car seat and drives away.
He asked me what I wanted to name her…
He said that the family that was going to adopt her would keep the name.
So as they drive away with my little one I say good bye to my girl…
My Isabella.
You all guessed it...
Sorry I made you cry :(