"And there is something, 'bout the way you love me," – Sweetest Devotion by Adele (Album: 25)
"What should we name her?" I ask, looking down at the new life I'd just brought into the world.
The honeymoon Edward's dad had purchased us went to good use and nine months later, I gave birth to our daughter.
"You should name her after you, Mommy," Maggie tells me, seated at my side she scoots onto her knees to see her little sister more clearly.
'Mommy' has been something of a recent development in the last months. After telling Maggie she was going to be a sister, she had asked what the baby would call Edward and myself.
"Well sweetheart, the baby will also call me 'daddy' and Bella will be "mommy," Edward explained. After a nervous few minutes of silence for Edward and I, Maggie climbed onto my lap.
"Bella? Can you also be my mommy?" She asked, looking up at me with her dad's eyes and the sweetest smile.
Holding her tight, I told her yes through my tears.
"Okay." Maggie said, missing the significance of the moment just like any six year old would, she jumped down, running off to play with her toys.
Edward wrapped his arms around my shoulder, pulling me into his side as I lean back into the couch. "We should send that paperwork in." He told me.
After our wedding Edward had adoption paperwork filled out we had just been waiting for the right time to complete it. And with one signature, a postage stamp, and authorization from a judge- Maggie was mine.
"You want to name her Isabella?" I ask Maggie.
"We can call her Izzy." She tells me.
I look over at Edward, standing beside my hospital bed, he ghosts his finger over our baby's cheek. He's barley left my side since I went into labor. Our family had already been in to see us. Rosalie, who just a few months ago had her own baby, a little boy named Henry, had dropped Maggie off to us. Edward's parents and sister came after the baby was born, marveling over this new life.
"What do you think Edward?" I ask, not wanting to shut down Maggie's suggestion but not wanting to name the child after myself.
"Charlotte." He says, his piercing green eyes locking into mine. "For you dad."
With my free hand I palm his cheek bringing him down to my level and pressing a single kiss to his lips.
"Our little Charlie." I say, looking down at my daughter, her brown eyes looking at the world in amazement.
"Charlotte Isabella Masen." Edward announces, scooping our daughter up and into his arms as Maggie cuddles into my side. "Welcome to the family."
