Edward shifted his position ever so slightly as Emma started to stretch. The uncomfortable look was tacked back onto his face.
"Bella, it's moving." He sounded a bit startled. I, of course, knew he wouldn't drop her. He was too careful. But it was amusing watching him shift uncomfortably.
"'It' has a name, sweetheart." I reminded softly. I couldn't help but giggle softly. "Edward, don't hold her like an explosive, she isn't going to suddenly burst. Hold her close, like you're never going to let her go."
He just looked at me, as if to say "Like this?"
"There you go, just like that." I said congratulated. I could almost see Edward mentally patting himself on the back. But his look of self-admiration soon morphed into extreme happiness.
"Look. She's opened her eyes!" He sounded like a giddy, little schoolboy. I stood gracefully and half ran over to where Edward had stopped walking with Emma. I looked down and saw the most peculiar thing.
I had read once that newborn babies were supposed to have murky, grey-ish colored eyes; but not my little Emma. She had bright topaz colored eyes, but, proportionally, they were nearly as big as mine were. The thick and extraordinarily long eyelashes only added to the beauty. At twenty-two hours old, she already looked like a model. It was with those peculiar eyes that she was looking up at Edward and I. I could only imagine what was going on inside that little mind.
Edward however…
That might explain the perplexed look on his face. He, apparently, was exploring the mind of our little one.
"What is she thinking?" I wondered aloud.
"I can't be sure, exactly. I don't speak Newborn, but I'm under the impression that she is hungry." He said in an amused tone of voice.
"Oh!" I gasped. To my knowledge, I had no way of feeding the little thing. As far as I knew, I couldn't be her source of food.
I heard Edward's musical laugh quietly echo about the room.
"Alice had a vision of Emma not being able to feed, so she is preparing a bottle right now." He raised his eyebrows in an ironic way at the word "feed".
Much to my relief, Alice charged her way into the room waving a baby bottle in the air whilst shouting, "No worries, Auntie Alice is here!" With that, she slipped Emma out of Edward's arms without even disturbing a single hair on her head, and waltzed right back out of the room.
Both Edward and I just stared blankly at the door.
"ALICE!" We shouted in unison.
After much arguing from me and threatening from Edward, he and I finally convinced Alice to give us back Emma. Alice just pouted and muttered something about not being allowed to be involved with her niece.
We walked back into our room, Edward holding Emma. I handed him the bottle without meeting his gaze.
"Bella?" He sounded a bit panicked. I just snickered and snapped my fingers in mock disappointment.
"Darn, you caught me." I sighed, "Alright, I'll feed her." With that I gently picked the very wiggly Emma out of Edward's sturdy grasp. "Calm down sweetheart, I've got your food right here." I said sweetly, waving the bottle a bit in front of her tiny face.
I swiftly glided over to the bed and sat down to feed Emma. Edward was at my side faster than I could blink. He still seemed awed by the little thing in my arms. Almost like she would disappear if he took his eyes off of her.
Emma looked like she was in pure bliss. She was obviously very happy drinking from the little bottle. After about a minute she started to get a little fussy. Before I could react properly, Emma chucked the bottle half way across the room out of frustration. It didn't even have the chance to hit the floor before Edward caught it and was back at my side within two seconds. Emma was still rather fussy. Edward just chuckled and handed me the bottle.
"Oh you think this is funny?" I asked trying to get Emma to calm down, "Why don't you feed her!"
"Alright, I will." He seemed more confidant than before, but still uncertain. He gently lifted Emma with one arm, and grabbed the bottle with the other. Once he situated himself properly, he placed the bottle in front of Emma's tiny lips. She, apparently, decided she was comfortable enough to let her daddy feed her. Another thing those two had in common was their temper and sudden mood swings. I just laughed at seeing how alike they were. Edward looked over at me with the stupidest grin on his face. An expression that could only be compared to the phrase 'Look ma, no hands!' He was clearly very proud of himself and the fact that he could do this.
"I'll be right back," I stood up, "I'm going to go make sure Alice isn't too upset." I said sarcastically. Really, I just wanted to give Edward and Emma some daddy/daughter time. In the last day or so, there was nothing I loved more than watching Edward hold his daughter. The one thing I kept thinking over and over in my head about Emma was, 'You are as beautiful as your father'. Sure, she got her facial structure from me, as well as the texture of her hair, and size of her eyes. But, in my opinion, her true beauty came from Edward himself.
Of course I didn't actually go see Alice; she'd probably just pounce on me anyway. I just stayed outside the door of the room and watched Edward and Emma sit on the bed together. It took me a minute to realize Emma had fallen asleep in Edward's arms. He just looked around, wondering what to do. I decided I'd let him figure this one out on his own. And, figure it out on his own, he did. I watched him noiselessly lay himself and Emma down on the bed into a comfortable position. He then snuggled himself closer to her tiny body and began to softly stroke her cheek. It reminded me of when I would fall asleep in his arms. As hard as I tried to tear myself away from the beautiful scene in front of me, I couldn't. Then he started to hum a new lullaby that he wrote for Emma. Now I really needed to get away before I melted into a puddle.
I could have sworn, as I was walking away, I heard Edward say dreamily, "You are as beautiful as your mother." I smiled and continued walking down the hallway.
When I got downstairs I saw Esme and Carlisle having an interestingly deep conversation. Before I could officially decide to give them their privacy, I heard something that caught my attention.
"Esme, we're going to have to tell them sooner or later." I heard Carlisle say.
"I know dear, but why does he have to come visit now?" Esme sounded a bit stressed, as if something unexpected and unwanted was coming.
"Well you know as well as I that he has been totally unpredictable since the 'accident'. He says he just wants closure." Carlisle soothed Esme, as she grew increasingly worried.
I suddenly knew whom they were talking about. I decided know was the proper time to interrupt.
"Don't tell me Charlie is coming to visit." I broke in, already sounding as stressed as Esme.
When Edward told me he decided to change me, we had come up with a grand master plan to fake my death. While Edward and I actually partook in the activity, the rest of the Cullens were busy planting fake evidence of an explosive car accident involving my truck. That way they didn't have to explain to Charlie the whereabouts of my body. Naturally, Charlie would have thought Edward to be responsible for my death. So to avoid any confrontations, Carlisle had told Charlie that Edward had become clinically depressed and never left his room. Ever since that day, Charlie just hadn't been the same. He didn't show up to work for a month, he rarely ate, and bathed just as often. Only within the last few months had he pulled himself together. And now he decided he wanted to meet with the Cullens and talk.