"When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy." - Peter Pan
"Cecilia," I cooed, musically.
I streched out my pale arms toward my daughter, who was nestled in a pink blanket in Esme's grasps. The tips of my lips curled up into a grin as the feeling my husband's hands placed themselves on my waist. If I were still human, I would have been sobbing with relief and complete happiness. She was finally home. Finally back in my sight.
I hadn't seen my baby girl in over a week. I feared and worried that I would never be able to maintain myself. I wouldn't be there to raise my daugther through her infant years. Horrible thoughts clouded my head with visual images of myself as a monster for the longest time. But, I didn't need to worry anymore. There was no aching thirst tickling in my dead throat. It did not beg for a crimson, wet drink. Blood was not exactly appealing to me, hence, making that my vampire gift. It was strange that I was now a newborn. Just a couple of days ago I was turned, experiencing possibly the worst pain imaginable. Worse then giving birth. Ugh. And that's definitely saying a lot. The pain flowing through me felt as if I was being electicuted, getting stomped by an elephant, slapped in the face a trillion times...
I got use to the vampire life in a snap. Edward taught me how to hunt carefully and cleanly. My first try at killing a deer resulted in many red stains on my sweater, but evenually I hunted without a drop of blood on me. My family members gave me what they called "Human Lessons," which were very useful. When you were a vampire, you could stand around for an eternity and never even think twice about it. Also, blinking didn't really come natural. But because of my family's useful lessons, I could casually remember to do normal things, like brush the sides of hair, scratch my neck, blink a few times every minute. All of that human stuff. After a few long days of adjusting to my new lifestyle, Alice informed me that I would be fine with Cecilia. I was absoulutely jublient when she told me the good news, new thoughts of the future consisting of Edward and my daughter and myself drifted through my highly distracted head.
I sat criss-crossed on top of Edward's golden bed, Cecilia cradled in my marble arms. Her eyelids were closed, nodding off into a deep sleep. Edward stood on the other side of the room, keeping his distance from our Cecilia. It was still hard for him, though he claimed that he would snap out of it very soon. I believed my husband, knowing for sure that he would overcome this. It was only a matter of time, really. Edward was leaning against the wall, a small bottle of formula in his clutches. I wasn't able to well, nurse my baby. This was because there was nothing but pure vemon inside of my new vampire body.
Sweet humming escaped from Edward's mouth; Cecilia's lullaby. At some moments, I would join him. The two of us created a soprano and bass vibe together as we hummed silently. By the end of the song, Edward walked slowly over to the gold bed. A slightly hesitant expression laid on his too perfect face. I smiled with encouragement at my husband. I, unlike him, wasn't nervous. No butterflies churned in the pit of my stomach. Actually, I was feeling very excited. We could finally be a family now. Edward gently sat himself right next to me, his arm wrapping around my neck. He gazed down at Cecilia with a loving look. Our daughter looked to be out like a light, her eyes closed tightly, her tiny mouth in kind of an opened position.
"Funny, isn't it?" Edward whispered, softly.
"What's funny?" I asked, curious.
"We are the only parents in the world who don't need to sleep, though our Cecilia already sleeps through the night."