We quickly get everything sorted out for the little girl, and we go back to our house in Anchorage, a small town two hundred sixty five miles away from Denali. We're living there until all of us graduate highschool, then we'll move again. I take Bella upstairs, and keep her as close as possible. She's my child, and I will protect her no matter what the cost, even if it's my life. My little Bella will remain out of harms way. No matter what.
The little girl yawns and puts her head on my chest. I kiss her head, careful not to hit the soft spot on it and hurt her. She coos up at me, before falling back asleep. I cradle her in my arms and carry her back to my room, so she can rest. I wrap her in my blankets, making a sort of nest for her, and set her in the center, placing another blanket on top of her and a pillow beneath her head.
I watch the little girl sleep, her small body moving, and I am perfectly aware of every movement she makes. I am more than prepared to catch her if she falls. I must be able to keep her safe, or I might lose her.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _Time skip to noon_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Bella's eyelids flutter open, and she yawns. God, she is so precious. Her chocolate brown eyes land on me, and she coos like an angel. I smile and stroke her cheek. She recoils from my touch and shivers. Bella reaches her small hand out and takes my much larger one into her two tiny palms, pulls herself across the bed, and blows warm air onto my hands. I laugh at her sweet attempt to make my hands warmer, but it won't work. Though I wish it would, just to make her happy. That's all I want to see.
Waiiit a minute. Why does she even know how to do this? I look into the little girls eyes and see something I didn't notice last night.
A dab of gold hidden deep in her eyes. How did I miss that? There's also a spark in her. It might not show on her body, but deep in her mind, even though she's so young, she's incredibly smart for a girl littterally born yesterday. I pick her up and carry her downstairs. This poor girl must be starving. I set her down and go to get her baby formula, which smells awful. But hey, she seems to like it. Then again it's the only thing she's actually had so far, so she's obviously going to like it.
She soon takes the bottle from my hands and holds it up by herself. She's such a strong girl. And so smart. I smile as I look into the little girls eyes. They hold such strong emotions. But her thoughts, they are so rich and pure, I can't help but to want to stay in her head for all of eternity.