Silence covered us in awe. In the hospital bed laid the most beautiful angel I'd ever seen. I stepped closer holding my breath reaching out my trembling hand to the broken angel. It was a baby boy about four years old. He had dark curly hair just like Emmett's… His eyes were closed the impossibly long eyelashes resting on his cheeks peacefully. He had an oxygen mask over his tiny mouth and nose, and wires and tubes connecting all over him. He was extremely pale and thin. He looked very sick. I felt Emmett wind his arms around me and take a deep breath.
"He's beautiful Emmett." I whispered, a lump in my throat. I shivered. I'd never wanted anything like I wanted this baby. Emmett led me closer and I reached out to the boy's fragile hand. I held it in mine softly. I heard the boy sigh. Emmett shot his head up and looked at the baby angel. The baby angel was smiling in his peaceful sleep. And when that baby smiled… I knew I would have given the world for it just then. I loved it more than I did my own life because when the angel smiled… It was Emmett's smile. The angel had dimples on his thin sunken cheeks. I smiled up at Emmett. He was still grinning down on the gorgeous angel too as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I wanted this baby more than anything in the entire world. My heart had grown about fifty sizes and I took three quick shaky breaths as Carlisle opened the door. He smiled when he saw us gazing over the wonderful creature. He raised an eyebrow as he saw my fingers around the tiny boy's.
"Carlisle, what's his name?" Emmett asked in a whisper. Carlisle smiled widely. Apparently he had been wanting to answer this question.
"Rosslyn. Rosslyn Everett Cullen. Or he could take on Emmett's last name if you wish." Carlisle answered. My heart jumped as I caught the meaning of his words. He was going to let us adopt this baby?! Emmett tightened his arm around my shoulders as we both looked up to Carlisle, our eyes wide. I felt my heart stretch. He was going to be my baby. Emmett and I had a baby now. One of or very own… Well almost.
"His parents died three years ago in a car accident. He doesn't have any other family. He was alone. But, he's yours for now." Carlisle smiled widely at mine and Emmett's excitement. I was trembling just looking at Rosslyn. Rosslyn was my baby now. I loved him. I loved him more than my own existance.
"He looks like you Emmett. But he has Rosalie's eyes. Well… her blue eyes." Carlisle noted and stroked a dark ringlet from the boy's forehead. "Just wait until you hear him talk. He acts like you too Emmett. He loves to laugh. I don't think I've ever seen him frown. But of course he is much sweeter and much more angelic than you are Emmett." Carlisle joked. Emmett beamed. I did too. Our child. Rosslyn Everett Cullen.
"Why is-?" I asked shakily gesturing to all of the tubes and wires on my baby. My baby. I loved the sound of that.
"He has leukemia." Carlisle whispered. He didn't want to answer this question. "His body doesn't respond well to the treatments so we stopped them… He was supposed to die a year ago." Carlisle stopped gravely as he heard my sharp intake of breath. A miracle was lying in front of me. My miracle… My baby. "It's a miracle he's still here." Carlisle smiled.
"He must be an angel then." Emmett whispered and kissed my cheek then. "What is it with me and finding angels?" He chuckled and stroked my cheek kissing me once on the lips. I smiled and then we both returned our gaze to Rosslyn. Carlisle chuckled and put his hand on Emmett's shoulder.
"Now, you two are allowed to stay with him as long as you like, but don't tell anyone I let you break visiting hours." Carlisle smiled. He seemed happy to see Emmett and me so joyful. "Now you have to leave when dawn comes so no one will find out. When Rosslyn wakes up I'll bring you back in." He promised. I walked to the edge of Rosslyn's bed and sat down by his feet. He was very tall for a four year old. I saw through the thin sheets he was thin. Too thin. His bones poked out of his skin unhealthily. He was still more beautiful than any Botecelli I'd ever seen. Emmett and I waited there silently just smiling down on our baby. Our baby. Rosslyn would get well and we would take him with us. He would run around Emmett and my house showing me bugs he would catch and he would ask to keep frogs and snakes he would find in the forest for pets and we would laugh. He would always of course be the smartest in his class. He would be perfect. He would grow up and get married to a wonderful girl and Emmett and I would have grandchildren? We were frozen at eighteen and twenty for the rest of or lives but surely we could have a few humans know our secret right? I decided not to think about that right now. Just to know that this angel in front of me was my angel. My angel.