Author's Note: I thought that Edward never really got a chance to fully explore his emotions and love for his daughter. I just figured I'd look into that and see what my subconscious could come up with! I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, it is owned and created by Stephenie Meyer and published by Little Brown. I do wish I owned Edward, though.
The morning dawned clear and crisp, with the fall season peaking around the corner. A gentle breeze flitted into the open double doors of our bedroom, carrying with it the lingering smells of wet leaves and a hint of pine. The smells enveloped my senses, but none could compare with the unique and intoxicating scent of my wife lying next to me, our limbs intertwined. She ran her fingers in feather light patterns on my chest, and I shivered involuntarily.
"It is rather chilly outside, isn't it?" She murmured, looking up at me with a lovely set of honey-colored eyes.
I chuckled. She never had fully comprehended what her touch or gaze did to my non-beating heart. If my heart was pumping with warm blood, it would have beat clear out of my chest the instant her fingers brushed my skin. Instead of blood, my heart did burst and overflow with something much more dear: love. Love for my counterpart, my forever and only. My wife Bella. And for our beautiful daughter, a physical, living, breathing product of our love. Renesmee.
"Ah, love, when will you ever see? Even your transformation has not fully obliterated your self-doubt." I said, cupping her cheek in my hand.
She looked at me curiously, her eyebrows knitting together. She glanced at me slyly.
"I was just commenting on the fact that the air outside was blowing in here and—"
My lips silenced hers in a fraction of a second, and she melted into me. I could feel her smile underneath my mouth, and I had the sudden thought that she might have been aware of what she was saying all along. No matter, I thought to myself. She could toy with me however she wanted. I would happily be indebted to this perfect creature for eternity.
I rolled on top of her in an attempt to gain leverage in this little game, but she caught me by surprise by twisting her leg around my thigh and pulling me down on top of her body. The air sucked out of my lungs quickly, and I landed with a huff. She smirked and our mouths met again, dancing a dance like no other. Our bodies formed to each other as they had the night before, and I quickly lost my resolve. Her icy tongue traced a line up my collarbone, and I moaned. But before our tryst could go any further, I heard a sweet, innocent mind awaken from down the hallway. The thoughts following were fuzzy from sleepiness, but my heart once again burgeoned within my chest. Renesmee was awake.
"She's awake, isn't she?" Bella asked from underneath me.
"Yes."
"Oh, well, I think I won this round anyway." She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.
"I wasn't aware that we were competing." I replied. "It is actually really chilly, you know." I added as an afterthought, motioning my head toward the window.
"Liar."
"Maybe." I winked, kissing her nose. "Either way, I don't care what else is going on outside when I'm lying in bed with you."
And as I leaned down to kiss her again to seal my statement, a horrid smell reached my nose. It wafted slowly inside, but it still hit me like a garbage truck, writhing and gripping around my heart.
Jacob.
I knew what he was here for, he could sense her awakening as easily as I, and that was the reason why my heart ached and a foreboding sense of dread filled my being. Each day that passed brought him closer and closer to my daughter. Closer to completely owing her heart, just because of a sick, moronic werewolf custom. Closer to taking her away from me forever.