So... mixed reviews on the name. Well, I love it. It's right. For him.
Chapter Fifty Three
Bella
"You have to put him in the water, sweetheart."
"But what if it's too hot?"
"It's not."
"How do you know? Not too hot for us is different than not too hot for him."
"I know. I promise it's not too hot for him. You trust me, don't you?"
"Yes. Of course. I'm just scared. I'm going to do it wrong."
"No, you won't. You'll do it right because you love him. Which is why you're scared. And I think that's normal."
"What if I drop him?"
"You won't."
"You really shouldn't trust me, Edward."
"Well, I haven't let you carry him down the stairs... "
"Yeah... I should never do that."
"Do you want me to put him in this time?"
"Yes. Please."
"Okay. But I'm going to make you do it tomorrow."
"Okay. I'll be better tomorrow. Because you'll show me how today."
I put Caden in Edward's arms and check the water in his baby bathtub one last time.
Edward smiles at me and I nod, holding my breath just a little.
I know I have to stop being so afraid, but it's hard.
I don't ever want to hurt him.
I wish he didn't have such a clutz for a mother.
Hurting myself is one thing...
I've certainly gotten used to it.
But if I ever did something to hurt our baby...
I'd never be able to live with myself.
Or how disappointed Edward would surely be in me.
Edward, who's gentle and strong and does everything right.
And who holds our son safely in the water in his little tub and leans over to kiss my cheek.
"Everything's going to be okay, baby. You'll be the best mom in the whole world. Our son is the luckiest baby that's ever been born."
I don't know if he's right about the best mom part...
But Caden is definitely the luckiest baby that's ever been born.
Because he has Edward for a dad.
…
Edward is pouting.
Because I'm sitting in a chair in the corner of the living room feeding the baby.
Part of the reason he's pouting is because he can't help with this part.
And part is because Caden has taken possession of two of Edward's favorite things.
Carlisle and Esme are laughing at him.
Because they know why he's pouting.
"I'll never get them back," he mumbles sadly.
"You will," Carlisle chuckles, "Eventually."
"He's smart," Edward says, "He's never going to give them up."
I smile at him and shake my head at his ridiculousness.
That no matter how much it is, is still cute.
Because Edward could never be anything but.
And I thought he couldn't possibly be more than he was.
Until he became a dad.
And proved how wrong I was.
Edward with our son is the cutest thing I've ever seen.
And gets cuter every day.
He has conversations with him.
Like this morning when I got of the shower and found him sitting holding him in our ferris wheel carriage telling him about the day we met.
Telling him that, no matter what I ever said, that that was the day I fell in love with him.
When we were four.
And that someday, when he was four, he would understand.
Because all of the girls were going to love him.
And do stupid stuff to try to impress him.
And that he'd have to be careful.
And make sure he only paid attention to one.
The special one.
The right one.
Like he did.
Because he fell in love with me that day, too.
When we were four.
And he saw me pushing my doll in a stroller in the park with my dad.
My doll with the forty seven band aids on her arms and legs.
That maybe was just seven.
But when you're four everything seems like a lot.
And then he told him he asked me what happened to my baby.
And I said she fell down. A lot. Because her feet were lefts.
And he told him he believed me. And that I did, too. Have lefts.
Because I also had forty seven band aids on my arms and legs.
Or seven.
And that that meant I was special.
And that he knew he loved me.
Right then.
And that he always would.
Love me forever.
And share his right.
With the girl that was...
His right.
