Hello!!!!
I know, I should have posted the chapter a few days ago, and I also know I have excuses for almost everything, but this time it was totally out of my control!!!
My computer went crazy a couple of weeks ago, since I changed the antivirus. Then, on wednesday it completely stucks and didn't do anything!!! I took it to service and they returned it yesterday... That's why I couldn't post the chapter...
About it, a couple of things as always:
1- Team Jacob, please don't hate me. Edward gets a little out of control and have some sort of heavy 'talk' with him regarding his imprint on Renesmee. It's not bad per se, but it might made you angry... I seriously hope not.
2- This chapter was intended to be the final one of the story, but my beta convice me that it needed a little more sense of an end, that's why I writed an epiloge. I know I told you that you probably have to wait, but guess what??? I'm done!!!! It's short and probably not what you're expecting, but it's the best I could do. I'll give you more explanations in sayed chapter...
3- I think you might have some questions so, let me know!!!! Anyway I'll tell you a few of the things I think you probably lef wandering: The chapter is divides in three 'times'. The first one is placed just a moment before Carlisle finished his first examination of Renesmee. The second one is when JAcob just returned from La Push after explaining Sam what happened, the imprint and that stuff. The final one is actually divided in two. First the 'Talk' I told you between Edward and Jacob, and second the final moments Edward had with his baby before Bella awakes.
In here is the tricky stuff, and it's where you might get lost. You see, I was based on BD and the events that took place in there, so everything that happened in this story after the birth is told in the moments when Bella could't hear nothing. When she regains consciousness is where this tory ends. That's why the epiloge is short.
4- I can't remember if I told you this already, but I feel like i need to do it now. Renesmee's thoughts, in my opinion, aren't that specific. I writed them with words because it was needed that way. I really believe that thoughts, mine, yours, baby's, are more subjective than objective; many times we cant represent them (in words, draws, etc) but we still have them, right? AND, we DON'T know how babys think or the way they see the world. I actually imagine them like in the movie "Look Who's Talking" with John Travolta; with his own thoughts and ideas but without a way to express them, and without knowing the words been told. I hope you get the general idea of this babbling; if not, what I'm trying to say is that Edward get's the toughts of the baby subjectively but I put the into words to make them more understandable for us...
I think that's it... so, enjoy the chapter and tell me what you think...
Oh, a little reminder. I got a few hurtful reviews about my grammar. I KNOW it's not perfect, probably not even GOOD, but I try my best for you guys!!! So it hurst way too much wen is said that I souldn't been writing... I do it in english not because I want to show off skills in which I lack, but because I know that it's easier read the fics in englis, not minding which language we talk. I could easily post this in spanish (it would made a world of diference AND sense that way) but I wanted to share this with you (and by you I mean everyone who want's to read me) I'm open to constructive criticism and any form of opinions, but please, don't be mean...If you don't like it or are against giving it a chance, then don't read it, for you and for me...
OH, and please, a round of applause to my wonderful beta, she made this more undesrtandable. Love you demelza12!!!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING, ALL BELONGS TO STEPHENIE...
Chapter 10
A FAHTER'S WORLD
I saw him examine my baby girl and my heart filled with love and gratitude when I saw the tenderness and delicacy with which he treated her. All the while, time seemed to drag on and the seconds seemed like hours, minutes felt like days. At the end, when he finally gave her to me, it felt like I had been months away from her instead of minutes.
I took her eager into my arms, close to my chest, pressing my lips softly on her hair filling my lungs with her delicious scent.
In the exact moment my lips touched her warm skin; images of me flooded in my mind followed by a sensation of anxiety and concern.
I sighted heavily. I backed up slightly, looking directly in those beautiful, big brown eyes who reflected the anxiety she felt and that broke my heart. "She's so little… she shouldn't worry about anything!!!" I shook my head slowly, smiling, instantly dispelling the concerns of my little angel.
"Edward" my father began with a cautious voice and most of his thoughts blocked from me. "You'd better sit down, son."
"Just tell me, Carlisle. How is my Renesmee?"
"Relax, Edward. None of us is going to let anything bad happen to the girl."
I breathed deeply a few times before sitting down in the chair I had spent the last 18 hours of my life in. I held my baby a little more closely against my chest and rocked her gently.
"The baby is fine. Her weight and height are proper for a month old baby and both, her temperature and heart rate, are slightly higher than normal. But, apart from that, she's completely healthy. Her reflexes are very good, and I dare to say that her skin is just as impenetrable as ours. There are also the other facts you already know, as her nearly 10 hours of sleep or the existence of ALL her teeth. Which, I'm sure, are milk teeth; we have to wait a bit to be sure about that, but I don't want you to freak out if she loses one. In terms of growth, well, we have to wait a while and take some measures to get some kind of pattern growth."
"Are you sure she's ok? That she is… somewhat healthy?" I asked with a heart full of hope. Yes, it was true that there were many things to worry about, one thing even worse than the other. But knowing that my daughter was healthy, at least for the moment, filled me with a deep relieve I had never knew.
"Yes, she's perfectly fine." my father told me with a wide smile.
For the first time since this huge disaster broke, I was able to breathe deeply, giving me a real chance to relax and hope for the future. A future that involved the two biggest contradictions in my life. On one hand, I was dying to see my child grow, to be by her side in all those first life experiences. But on the other, I was scared to death because these "first experiences" would be over all to soon because the amazingly fast growth, too fast to be enough. "Ended before it began."
A piercing cry burst into my mind and my attention completely and utterly focused on the baby in my arms.
"Shh, baby, shh." I cooed softly desperately trying to comfort her. "What's wrong with her, Carlisle?" I looked up in despair, begging my father for some help.
My despair was quickly replaced by anger when I saw my "father" fighting very hard not to laugh, watching me with amusement.
"What?" I spat angrily. "Doesn't he see my baby is suffering? Didn't he tell me she was fine?"
"I am NOT the mind reader here, Edward!" he said chuckling.
"Uff, how hadn't I thought of that before?!"
I concentrated very hard on my baby's thoughts and when I realized what was happening, I wanted to bang myself really hard against the wall for not noticing it before. "If only that would do something to me…!"
"Daddy!" Renesmee shouted in my mind, asking once again for the food she craved.
In that very moment the door opened revealing Rose and Emmet, Rose with a steel bottle in her hands.
"Do you want to feed her or should I? Its blood and you haven't fed in too long..."
"No, I'm fine Rose, thanks, I'd feed her."
My sister handed me the bottle without any hesitation, but I could feel in her mind the deception and the eagerness to care of my baby girl.
Emmet approached me very slowly, eager to see the baby and with a boundless curiosity. Very carefully, so unlike him, he slightly bent down behind me and his golden eyes met Renesmee's chocolate ones.
Both of their minds filled with wonder. On the one hand, Renesmee wondered who he was, and she was slightly intimidated by my brother's gigantic size. On the other hand, Emmet was waging some sort of battle in his mind trying to comprehend what was before him. He still couldn't believe that Bella and I had created this being so tiny and perfect and, to be honest, me neither.
Very, very carefully, Emmet stretched out one of his huge hands and very gently took one tiny little hand of my baby into his. When she closed her small fist around one of his enormous fingers, the biggest smile I had ever seen spread across my brother's face and I could see how the adoration each of us had when we were around my baby girl crept into his mind and heart.
I lifted my gaze and looked around. My whole family was there with a big grin on their faces and high expectations for the future. A unique joy that none of us even imagined was possible was settled on each and every one of us. Bella, without knowing, had brought us together in a deeper way than before by giving us Renesmee; and I couldn't be happier for that.
The whole family was left in the driveway on the house front door. Jacob and Sam were with them discussing the new terms of the treaty because, with Jake's imprint on my baby girl, everything changed.
Renesmee was with me for several reasons. The most important of all was her safety because, with the werewolves that close, you never know when their temper would flare and a fight could blow up. "Extremist, true. But I'm not taking chances…" The second reason… well, I really didn't want that stupid mutt near my baby. He! Who wanted to take her away from me.
The idiot had come, extremely overjoyed, demanding to see his Nessie. Obviously, all the intense feelings that I hardly kept inside exploded in response of his eagerness and had it not be for Jasper and Emmet I might have done something that I might have regret. Thanks to heavens, my Renesmee was with Carlisle at that time.
My father, poor man, was trying to convince a very hungry, half vampire baby, to drink baby formula instead her normal ration of blood. Some serious mistake if you ask me, but my dad was pretty determined to try again a little later; positive of the idea that, her being half human; she would need more nutrients than a only blood diet could give her.
We could only wait and see for the results because, I was absolutely positive that my baby girl would be as stubborn as her mother. "Or worse, she could be as stubborn as the two of us TOGETHER!!!!"
In the very minute the "negotiations" ended, Jacob was in front of me; beating everyone up the stairs, with his arms wide open and that stupid, goofy grin on his face.
"Go away, you idiot." I hissed through clenched teeth, trying to control the anger emanating in my tone.
"Please, Edward." He pleaded and maybe, just maybe if he were not who he was, if we hadn't that awful past behind us; I might had yielded to his plea. But the reality was different, he owed me too very much to act blind eyed about this subject, in which I wouldn't give in. "At least let's talk about it!!!" He pushed when I didn't answer. "Nessie is very important to me…!"
"Don't you dare to call my daughter that way!" I roared through my teeth, trying very hard not to awake my daughter. "Do you think just because of that stupid wolf-imprint I will accept everything? That everything's alright? That I'm going to give her to you in gratitude for get rid of the treaty? Because if it's so, that only means that you really are a fool who only cares for himself…"
"Edward, it's time to measure Nessie again. And I think it would be good for Jacob and you to talk, without the baby in the middle…" Carlisle interrupted me before I could say more.
"What?! Even my own father calls my baby with that awful nickname now?!"
But in reality, Carlisle might be right. Perhaps without Renesmee present, I could reason a little better with that dog and his apparently empty head. "But I highly doubt it. The reason he's still alive is that I have her in my arms…"
Esme walked into the room and took my little princess away from me. Watching her leave was almost as painful as leaving my Bella; even knowing it was for a short amount of time and, that in fact, she was only a few steps away. "Steps that I wouldn't give until my angel came back to me."
Desperate to hold onto something to keep me sane, I very gentle took one of my Bella's hands in mine and breathed her unique, delicious but changing scent deep into my lungs. Trying to gain a little peace of mind to face the next test…
"Al right Jacob. Let's talk…"
"Hum…eh…ok?" Jacob's nervousness was extremely entertaining and I struggled to contain the laughter that threatened to burst out at any moment. "You'll see…blood…Edward…Hum…Where to start?" "I wonder if the leech truly understands what this means. The imprint isn't something that could be taking lightly…What if he makes me leave? What if I never see her again?"
His thoughts, despite being in a panic-mode, were clearly arrogant. But, if I wanted to get to something with him, I couldn't let my temper control me.
"Enough!" I hissed. "I don't want to hear that. Just let's get to the point."
Jacob was a little startled by this, but, as he reclined in the chair, his mental "diarrhea" stopped immediately and I was thankful for that.
At that very moment, more than at any other, I was able to really see the kid he actually was; his immaturity and lack of experience. That made me feel some sort of pity for him and that helped me to relax a little bit.
"Ok, first things first. In a way I know what the imprint is and its implications. In fact that's one of the reasons why you're still inside of this house or, better still, why I haven't shattered you into tiny pieces yet. But there are several things you should understand before we could reach some sort of agreement." I waited a minute, giving him the chance to say something (the last and only he would have for the moment). But he remained motionless, expectant, so I continued. "To begin with, well this might sound silly, but she's my new born baby. A baby I hadn't ever dreamed of and definitely didn't ever expect to have. You know firsthand that I didn't wanted her, that I had her in a fairly deplorable position in my life. But you also know now, and if you don't it's because you don't want to or you're blind, that I love her and I would do anything for her, anything."
"I hope you understand that I can't…allow this, not yet. She's been mine for such a short time and, honestly; it feels like you want to take her away from me, away from her mother even before they met properly, even before we can enjoy her properly!"
He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him quickly.
"I'm not saying you're going to, and you should absolutely know that that is something I'm not going to allow, but that's what I feel and it is very difficult to see it differently.
"You must know I'm making a great effort right now and that I will try with all I have in me to understand and accept this, but I definitely can't promise you anything.
"However, there's also the fact that we have fight too long against each other to win over the heart of Bella and, although she's my wife now, I still feel like a part of her (albeit a very tiny one) is still yours and that hurts.
"What's happening now with Renesmee, with my daughter…It is like it wasn't enough for you to have part of my Bella, but you also want to have my baby girl. It seems as if you want to take away everything I have!
"Bella's love is the single most wonderful thing that has ever happened in my life, and I have waited a century for it! And Renesmee, she's the most amazing gift I could have received by this extraordinary woman. A gift of which I'm not worthy at all but I will love and protect it with my life. That's why this is so difficult to accept.
"Listen Jacob, and listen well because I'll only say this once. You have one chance and only one to prove your worth. IF, and this is a very big if, when the time comes, Renesmee chooses you or not, it's her decision and hers alone. I swear on my life that if you impose yourself without consideration of her thoughts and feelings, I'll tear you apart with my very own hands, werewolf or not.
"You'll have to deal with me if you hurt my baby girl in any form, unintentionally or not. Do you understand me?"
Jacob didn't answer. In fact, he remained quiet for so long that the little patience I managed to gather a while ago, escaped me like water through my fingers. I decided to give him a few more minutes and if by then he still hadn't said a thing…well, I'll throw him through the window.
"Okay, Edward. I understand and respect your words." While he said this, I could detect the slightest change in the way he saw me because now, I was the father of the most important person in his life. "But I'll appreciate it if you listen to me and try to understand me."
He asked this with pleading eyes. I could only nod for him to continue talking, not trusting my voice because his mind were overflowed with images of my Renesmee, and my now short temper was about to escape my control.
"Well…Starting with the imprint. It is so complex that not even we can understand and much less explain it, but thank you for trying to understand it.
"With regard to "take away" the baby…I mean, please! That's the last thing I want and not for you but for them. So, no worries.
"Know the only thing I want is for her is to be happy, and I would never, ever force her to do something she didn't want. How could you think that of me? It's great that you want to protect her, and believe me when I tell you that, if I do any harm to her, I will personally kill myself. Or better yet, you could do it…
"What I mean is…thank you. I guess it's not easy, but I swear that all I want is Ness…Renesmee's happiness and, if I may, I would like to be here to see her grow and, maybe even contribute in any way I can to her happiness.
"She's the most beautiful, good, adorable and perfect thing in my world, and I'm pretty sure I would die if I should stay away from her for too long."
Suddenly he stood up and approached me very slowly, a big grin on his face and an outstretched hand.
"Friends? Well… at least not enemies…?"
"Wow! I definitely didn't expect this." I sat very, very still, pondering over his words and truce offer.
If I were honest with myself, had it not been for the circumstances under which we met and under which he grew up; I'm pretty sure we would have been very good friends. "And maybe, just maybe this is something good. At the very least, I could watch him more closely…"
"Friends" I repeated shaking his hand "But this isn't definitive and if Bella's opposed…well, there's not much I can do, ok?"
"Ok…? Just one more thing. Let it be me the one who tells her. Please?"
I was silent at his demands because they seem utterly absurd, unnecessary and virtually impossible. Besides, what difference could there be between I telling Bella rather than him?
And Jacob wasn't in a position to ask for anything, let alone expect me to accept.
Then, I remembered everything he had done for me and my family the past few days, even though his real motivations were to protect Bella, and I had no choice but to accept.
"Alright, Jacob" I sighed "I'll do everything in my power to allow you to tell her…"
"That's not the same, bloodsucker!"
At that I raised an eyebrow, challenging him to continue.
"But I accept it… Thank you!" he replied quickly. My patience with him was reaching its limit, so it was very wise from him.
"Edward, son, we finished and…I wanted to ask you something." Carlisle intervened once he was sure Jacob and I were done.
He was very thoughtful and somewhat upset, which only helped to increase my stress level, wondering what else might be wrong now.
"Anything else I can do for you, Jacob? Because if not, I really want to go back to my daughter"
At the mention of Renesmee, Jacob's heart beat increased slightly and his whole being filled with hope at the prospect of seeing her again.
"Alone, Jacob. Carlisle wants to discuss something with me…"
At that moment the door opened and my father entered the room with my little angel fast asleep, cradled in his arms. I realized that she had been bathed and dressed "AGAIN!!!!" and had a fine woven pink band around her little head. She looked so beautiful and peaceful that I wondered again, how a monster like me could have been lucky enough and ended with these two angels, as beautiful and pure as my girls.
Jacob and I got up at the same time and, before I could stop it, that stinky dog took my little one in his arms and held her tenderly and softly against his chest. In that very moment, his mind exploded in ecstasy and his thoughts become incoherent.
"Well, that's not a surprise. He has never been very consistent, so to speak."
I gauge very carefully my little girl's reaction as I approached, looking for any kind of bad reaction, no matter how small it was, to "rescue" her from the mutt's paws and keep her safe. "In my own arms of course"
Imagine my surprise when I realized that my child was almost as fascinated with Jacob as he was with her. My Renesmee realized that Jacob wasn't like the rest of us, and that lighted up her curiosity. I could swear that if my heart would have still beating, I would have had a heart attack, right then and there.
"Please, Jake, give me my baby back." I asked almost pleading, disconcerting Carlisle and surprising Jacob. That bothered me, but I couldn't care less because of this feeling; a press in my chest that made breathing hard and painful.
I needed Renesmee in my arms and I needed her now. Without Bella at my side –at least consciously- life had such a little meaning; and that meaning, which allowed me to move forward in these turbulent times, was my daughter.
I didn't have to say anything else. Jacob handed me my little baby girl back and, despite the fact of hating seemed so vulnerable in front of HIM, I was grateful for his understanding and compassion.
It was in that very moment that I realized –much to my regret- that, in one way or another, Jacob was one of the best things that had happened to this family; that my baby would be safe and sound by his side…
"Thank you." I whispered, and, before he turned around to leave, I took him gently by the shoulder "For everything".
Jacob nodded once and left the room, giving my father and me the space to talk.
Carlisle approached me a little worried, as I rocked my baby bathing her beautiful, soft face in butterfly kisses, and she showed me what she had done with her aunts. Although, I should say what her aunts had done with her!!!
"Son, are you alright?"
"Yes, dad…I don't know…all of this is happening too fast…"
"And…? What's the matter, Edward? You know you can tell me anything."
"Well…I'm scared." I whispered embarrassed, waiting, with some silly fear, on the answer of my father.
"Scared?" "Why? What happened?" "Did he say something? Did he disrespect you?"
This last question, at any other time in my life, would be infuriating "Can't I take care of myself?" But not today, not now. Not when what I needed the most right now was the comfort that I knew only my family could give me.
"I don't know dad, there are so many things. On one hand I'm scared to death about what might happen… I hate myself even more deeply because everything I did last month and I don't know if I ever get to forgive myself, or worse, if my angels ever get to forgive me.
"On the other hand, I don't know what to do with Jacob… I can't find the word to thank you for everything you have done for us… I don't have the slightest idea of how to be a good father and, after all the mistakes I made, I don't know if I'm a good husband either!"
"C'mon son, slow down" Carlisle gently comforted me. "You have to be strong, for your wife and your daughter, they need you to be. And I know," "Or at least I try." "That it's hard and scary, but you're not alone! Esme, your brothers and I will always be here, Edward. The thing that troubles us now… we can find a solution together." Then he stepped back and grabbed my face firmly between his hands, forcing me to gaze into his eyes. "And never, ever think you're a bad husband or father because you're not. You're extraordinary, always ready to fulfill even the most absurd of whims, to do anything and everything to make them happy. You are a strong, brave, good man that deserves nothing more than happiness and joy. Do you hear me? I don't want to hear those stupid words out of your mouth ever again."
And that's why I loved, admired and respected Carlisle so much. He always had the right word to ease my pain and anxiety. He was always there for me and everyone else no even matter what… I was hoping with my whole being that I could be that kind of man for my daughter; to be her support, guidance and protector every day of her life… "For as long as I can." I thought sadly.
"Thanks dad. You always know what to say…"
"Hardly!" he thought laughing. "Sometimes it's very difficult, but if you listen to your heart, everything works out good enough."
We talked a bit more and, after a quick examination, he told me that Bella was almost completely clear of morphine.
"Of course, that could be… inconvenient." When I didn't understand, he continued talking. "The chances are that, if the morphine works as expected, Bella is about to feel the… effects of the "illness"… and as you don´t let Nessie out of your sight more than a couple of hours… well, I was thinking, it's more likely for her to be a little scared…" "Seeing her mother writhing in pain might be traumatizing"
Uff, I hadn't thought about it, but Carlisle was right. "Besides, Renesmee's heart beats and there is blood pumping through her veins!" I thought alarmed, disgusted with the solely idea of my sweet Bella, her mother, attacking our child.
"Yes." I said with a sigh. "You're right. Could you give me a moment to say goodbye? I'll call you to come for her."
"Of course Edward. Take all the time you need, this could last at least a couple of hours. Oh, and before I forget to tell you, I requested an extension on my license at work, so I don't have to go back to the hospital 'til a couple of weeks… We're all in the house in case you need us."
And with that, Carlisle left the room and left me alone with my baby and my wife, my two beautiful angels.
Renesmee, who had been very quiet during the entire "conversation" Carlisle and I had; filled my mind with her picture-thoughts: Carlisle and I, Jacob leaving, my pained face. And all emphasized her immense curiosity.
"Daddy! Answer me!"
You might think that, with her mind being so developed, it would be very easy to answer her questions because she could understand. But the truth is that, despite that, my Renesmee was still a new born baby, who had no experience and who couldn't understand our world yet. I had to think very well and carefully about the things to say and the way it was told.
"Daddy is sad because Mommy is still very sick and I miss her a lot." I cooed to her while gently stroking her cute little cheek.
"Why?" she asked, showing me pictures of the three of us together, or only she and I like right now…
"It's true baby, she's here, but I miss talking to her, to hold her in my arms as I'm holding you right now, hearing her beautiful laugh. She's my best friend!" I concluded with muffled voice, fighting back the sobs, again!
She then raised her tiny little hand and put it on my face again, but this time she showed me nothing, she jus stroke my face until she was sure I was fine…
At that very moment I was sure life couldn't possible offer anything better than this. I pulled my baby closer to my chest and kissed her little forehead tenderly, her violet eyelashes, her perfect little hands and each tiny finger, feeling my heart swell up with immeasurable love, joy and pride.
After a few minutes, I knew it was impossible to keep delaying the inevitable so, I started to speak.
"Princess?"
"Daddy?"
"Well… first of all, I want you to know that I love you very, very, very much; that you are the best thing I have ever done and that I would do absolutely anything for you. Do you believe me, angel?"
"Yes daddy." she thought mournful and afraid as she started whimpering softly.
"No dear baby, please don't be afraid." I begged her heartbroken. I began to rock her gently, desperately trying to soot her. "Look honey, your Momma has a lot of medicine inside her right now, medicine that keeps her from pain. But this medicine, it is running out and we can't give her more… when it's done, she will be hurting, but just a little bit, and I don't want you here when that happens…"
"NO DADDY!" She screamed very loudly in her mind while her whimpers turned into a formal, very loud crying.
Seeing the pain in those beautiful brow eyes suddenly brought me back to my darkest and most painful past; a past I begged I could forget and that was always in my mind. I saw my Bella broken again, hurt by my stupidity and stubbornness; I saw her begging me again not to leave her and heard, over and over again, all the pathetic lies I told her right before leaving her.
"I want to be with you too angel, but I can't take care of you and your Momma at the same time. Do you understand me, honey?"
"NO, please daddy, please!" she pleaded, clinging to me with all her strength, burring her face in my chest, desperate to stay where she was; with me. ME!
"Please my little girl, don't do this to me, I hate seeing you like this…" I begged her, shutting my eyes tightly, struggling with all my might against the painful memories that now flowed freely in my mind: Bella's dead eyes in her friends minds; Charlie's memories at the "zombie" Bella's stage; the slow and painful recovery we both went through after our return from Italy…
I gently pried her hands from my shirt, kissing her little knuckles repeatedly, her soft silky hair…
She relaxed a little bit and let go reluctantly, but the pain and resignation coming from her thoughts was unbearable. It was just as if my dead, cold heart was stabbed with a rusty knife and wiggled around so that there wasn't the slightest chance of its recovery.
"Renesmee, please baby, listen to me. I don't want to be away from you either but, hey! You won't be alone. You will be with grandma and grandpa; and uncle Emmet and uncle Jazz! I'm pretty sure they would love to play with you. And your aunts Rose and Ali…!" I shuddered just imagining the things that those two could do with my poor, helpless baby girl. The only good thing was that Esme would be there to watch them. "They would go crazy with you! They're going to dress you like a princess! Don't you wanna be with them?" Ok, maybe that was a silly question, but somehow I had to make this separation somewhat attractive. "Besides, I'm not going anywhere and neither are you. The two of us are going to be in this house and if you need something, anything; just think very strongly of me and I promise someone will bring you here, ok?"
"Really daddy? Promise?"
"I swear baby. But remember, this is for you and for your mommy. I need you to be brave for a little while, okay?"
"Yes daddy…I love you!"
"I love you too angel."
An hour later, Jasper came to the room and took my miracle baby away, assuring me time and again that they would take good care of her and that, if either of us needed to see the other, he would personally bring her up here.
As I putted her in his arms, my brother used his gift skillfully to calm my baby down until she fell asleep.
"Everything will be fine, Edward… by the way, your baby is gorgeous." He said adoringly before leaving, leaving me alone with my wife, impatiently waiting for her to wake up for the last time…