"It always amazes me how a baby can take a normal adult and turn him into a babbling idiot." - MASH

"Smile."

I snapped a picture of Edward holding our daughter, Cecilia. I laughed at the photo as it popped up onto the camera screen. Edward was grinning his flawless crooked smile while our eighteen-month-old looked dazed and confused, her short bob of brown, curly hair sprung in nearly every direction. We were all together in the meadow, the sun shining down on us, making mine and Edward's skin dazzle and sparkle. We were visiting Forks just for the day. Nobody knew that we were here.

"I'm keeping this one," I laughed as Edward walked over to me, Cecilia hitched on his side.

I showed Edward the photo on the camera, smiling up at him. He chuckled softy, showing off his white teeth. Cecilia looked at the picture as well, still looking dazed.

"Do you think she approves?" I asked, jokingly.

Edward turned his head to Cecilia. She gazed up at him, her emerald eyes twinkling. I smiled. They both wore the exact same serious visage. Edward cracked a grin abruptly. He bent down and kissed Cecilia's pale forehead, causing our daughter to finally smile. Quickly, I snapped a photo of this scene with the camera.

"I think that she is undecided," Edward chuckled, twirling one of Cecilia's curls.

"Yes," Cecilia said, her voice very meek and quiet.

"Yes, darling?" said Edward, softly.

"Yes." Cecilia looked up at him with a staid expression. I smiled and with difficultly held in laughter.

"Do you like the picture?"

"Yes."

Edward kissed Cecilia again, this time on her rosy cheek.

"Me, too, darling," Edward whispered, lovingly.

We laid down on the soft grass, Cecilia between Edward and I. She looked inturiged and confused because of our skin dazzling like diamonds. Cecilia would sometimes touch one of our arms, feeling how cold and hard we were. Edward and I were quiet, simply watching our daughter. She would from time to time say small words that she was hooked on for the month. That month her favorite words were moo, yes, and, Jazz, which was Jasper's nickname. Whenever a word would slip from her petit mouth, she would look at first me and then to Edward. Cecilia seemed nervous, probably afraid that she said the word wrong. We would both smile at her, telling her that she was indeed correct. Evenually, after lying down comfortably for nearly over an hour, Cecilia closed her emerald green eyes. Edward began to hum our daughter her lullaby, which he had composed when she was born. He touched her curls lightly, twirling them once again with his fingers. In a matter of minutes our little girl was out like a light. Edward and I continued to stare at her, listening to her tiny heart beat and her soft breath come out of her pink lips.

"I think we should leave," whispered Edward. "We can bring her back tomorrow, maybe. I think we can manage one more day...we can find a hotel somewhere."

With that, both of us got up from the grass covered ground. Carefully, I picked up my sleeping daughter. Without waking her, I cradled her closely in my hard arms.

"Do you want to run with her?" I asked Edward, knowing that I was always nervous when I ran with my little Cecilia in my arms.

"Only if you wish me to," Edward responded.

Cecilia left me and was with Edward now. He carried her in such a way...so carefully, so gently, so lovingly...I guess in other words, so fatherly.

Edward had Cecilia's face burried into his chest. He held the back of her head securely, his long fingers tangled in her brunette curls. It was adorable, whenever Edward would run with Cecilia, he would hum to her a lullaby. It calmed her. She use to hate running with us (well, running with me, actually. Figures. Of course only me). I'm not sure how many tears she had shed over that. But now, however, she seems more relaxed.

When we finally reached the Volvo, Cecilia fluttered her emerald eyes open, staring into Edward's chest. She gave out a tiny sigh with content, closing her eyes once again, drifting off into sleep. Cecilia whispered "Daddy" before she was fully asleep, making Edward smile his crooked smile and chuckle softly.