Chapter 8: Problems
Edward's POV
I was in a hot water that's for sure. Actually that's putting it mildly. It's a miracle that my wife didn't kill me the second that she had found out what I had done.
There is still one more reason for having done what I did. One that I had not told Bella or Nessie. One that I still did not plan on telling them. Perhaps because it was the most selfish reason of them all.
While it's true that I feared what the wolves would do to Nessie once they had found her. There was one wolf that could never harm her. Jacob. He was the only besides Alice and I that had seen Nessie. He was there for the birth. He imprinted on her the moment that she was born.
He left the room a few seconds after she had been born. He was going to try to stop the wolves from attacking. It was his imprinting on her that further solidified my decision to take her away and fake her death. I'd rather my daughter grow up with humans then be anywhere near Jacob. I didn't want my daughter to fall in love with my mortal enemy. No matter how good of friends he and Bella were.
Jacob lost it when I told him that she had died. He phased into a wolf and ran off into the forest. No one has seen or heard from him since. He never turned human again as far as I know.
Bella was the most devastated by Jacob's disappearance. I lied once again and told her that Jacob had left because he hated her for becoming a vampire and never wanted to see her again. That couldn't be further from the truth. He would've remained best friends with Bella no matter what she was.
Giving Nessie up for adoption was so easy. I went to a nearby fire station and left Nessie there. No questions asked. That safe surrender law was a god send to me in that moment.
I thought about my baby girl every single day. I worried about her immensely. What if she had ended up with an abusive family? What if she wasn't be treated right? I had to find out what happened to her.
That's when I began searching for her. I hired a lawyer to track her. When the lawyer finally located her I was overjoyed. So I visited her for the first time when she was three years old.
The first time I saw her she was fast asleep clutching a stuffed bunny. She looked so much like my Bella that I nearly went into shock. All I could do was look at her. I felt pride knowing that I had helped create this beautiful little life.
She woke up that night and saw me. Instead of being scared of me she smiled. She actually smiled. She wasn't afraid of me. To this day I still don't understand how a three year old could trust me so quickly.
Now I would be lucky if she ever spoke to me again. I had hurt her. I had hurt her a lot.
Yes, I was in major problems.
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