"Whisked Back"
By: lookinthestars
A/N: lizziemcclure: Ohh blackmailing us for reviews I see. It works though because everyone wants to know what Edward is going to think! I can't wait to read more! UPDATE SOON!
Ha! That's funny! That's basically what I did!
GUESS WHAT? THIS IS THE LAST, LAST, LAST CHAPTER! ENJOY!
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns the rights to the books "Twilight" and "New Moon". I don't own anything except this story plot.
Chapter Nine:
"SeeingSilver and Gold"
"Bella…" He started, taking my hand.
"Edward, are you ready to see your daughter?"
I could hear his breathing speed up slightly as he nodded, obviously processing. "Yes."
"Okay." I took a deep breath, and headed into the house with him. Edward wrinkled his nose. "What?"
"I can hear what all the couples in this house are doing," Edward sneered. I giggled.
"Can you still read minds?" I asked, curiously.
"Unfortunately." Edward looked at me. "Where is she?"
"You're room. I showed it to her for the first time today. The doors always been closed until today. It was too hard." I admitted. "Ellie brought you back, you know. That's her power. She must've seen you're picture and wanted you to be with her, with me." Edward's topaz eyes softened, and he gave my fingers a squeeze.
"I'm here, now. Forever."
"And if you die again, the fourth time, Ellie can always bring you back."
He chuckled. "As you." I smiled silently, then started up the stairs with Edward in tow.
I could see that Edward was taking in the familiar surroundings. His eyes widened when he saw that everything was still the same. The walls were the same, the rooms, the –ahem- sounds…the cross that hung at the end of the hallway….
We stopped at his door, and I reached out to grab hold of the cold door knob. Edward stopped my hand quickly, and held onto it.
"Ah…" Edward breathed. "I can smell her."
I looked at him with a confused face. "Ellie?"
"She smells just like you."
"No," I protested. "Everyone says she smells like you!"
Edward shook his head lightly. "Nope." And he dragged me through the door, opening and closing it in a matter of seconds.
"What was that for?" I screeched. Edward was frozen. "What?"
I followed his eyes to the dainty crib I had set up in his room. Ellie was curled up in a ball, rolled on her side. Like I do when I'm sleeping. But of course, Ellie wasn't sleeping…she couldn't sleep. But Ellie was a good baby. She'd just lie in the crib like that all night, as if she was really sleeping.
Edward was still frozen in place, his eyes focused on the mess of bronze waves that overpowered the crib. I motioned for him to come forward, closer to Ellie's peaceful body. He gulped, and took a step forward.
What is he so worried about? This was like coaxing a reluctant little boy to get a shot! That shouldn't be the case when you're asking your husband to meet his daughter for the first time!
"Edward," I hissed quietly. "What's gotten into you?" He shifted his body next to mine, taking me hand that had been gesturing to his abnormal behavior.
"Sorry," He apologized. "I'm just…afraid…that….Ellie won't like me, I guess." His eyes flit over Ellie's motionless body while I tried to hold back a faint giggle. He turned his gaze onto me, and glared at me.
"Sorry," My voice was dripping with apology. "It's just, she's the one who brought you back from the dead. She'll like you, or she wouldn't have brought you back."
"Oh." His reply was short because I reached into the crib, and pulled Ellie out, holding her near my chest.
"Edward, Ellie. Ellie, your father." I said, introducing the two. That really topped it off for Edward. His whole body started to twitch and stutter all at once, and his topaz eyes were huge. He reached out hesitantly, to Ellie, whose face was buried into my neck.
I slid Ellie carefully into Edward's arms and moved closer to Edward. He looked down at Ellie with such awe, he stunned me. He took a deep breath, then took his hand lightly and started to trace her feature with two fingers.
"She's…perfect," He whispered, in a hushed tone. Ellie's eyes were still closed, but then she suddenly opened them, aware of the fact that someone new was holding her.
She reached her tiny hand out to Edward, and touched his face. She giggled when she touched him, then snuggled into his chest. He gasped, and looked up at me, a far way look in his eyes.
"Daddy," Ellie breathed out, her head against his chest and she closed her eyes and fell into her sleep like trance.
Edward looked into my eyes with curiosity. "She can talk?" He whispered. "How old is she?"
"About a month old."
"Oh."
And that was all that needed to be said at the moment. Millions of questions were swirling around in my head and definitely Edward's. But we didn't want to talk for the moment.
Edward took my hand, still holding Ellie close, and walked us over to the couch. He lied down, holding Ellie up on his stone chest. I lied down next to him, my arm draping over his body. I closed my eyes then, and Edward was probably looking at both me and Ellie right now, trying to figure this all out. Nothing was said, gestured, or smoke signaled. We didn't want that.
All we wanted was to be together, as a family.
Forever.
The End
And that's the end! Hoped you liked it. I had to end it there because if I kept going with the story of Ellie growing up, it would have gotten away from the idea of Edward and Bella being 'Whisked Back' in time. Did you remember that part of the story? I forgot it sometimes when I was writing for you.