Drawing
Everything fitted. My whole life fitted.
I had everything I wanted. I never dared to dream about those things and now I had them all.
Edward sat next to me on the couch. His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, while I watched Renesmee playing.
She was almost a year now -though she looked like a eight year old.
She and Jacob were best friends, that couldn't be any different. Yet.
He was hers. He belonged to our family in the right way. The way it should be.
She knows everything about it.
She knows what will happen when she's older. When she's the same age as Jacob.
They are inseparable.
And so they would stay.
Charlie came every other day.
And every time he came over, he was shocked again by Renesmee's differently.
Though the growing had slowed down, she still grew way faster than a normal child.
But she was happy. Happy she fitted in this word like someone special.
Edward taught her things. Not only the vampire things, no, she was interested in everything.
She couldn't go to school yet, the people didn't even know that she existed. For their knowledge, we were studying in Alaska or somewhere else far away.
"No, I want that one." She cried to Jacob. Her smile made me dazzle again.
It sounded like ringing bells in my sensitive ears.
"The brown one?"
"Yes."
Jacob gave her the brown crayon.
"What are you drawing?" He asked her.
"Don't look yet!"
"But I want to know." He begged, knowing she wouldn't give in.
"Don't! You'll see." She said without losing her concentration. "It's a surprise."
"For me?"
"Jake!"
"Alright then." He crossed his arms across his chest.
I laughed now too and looked in Edwards eyes. There, too, was a smile.
He kissed me on the corner of my mouth.
Again, those tinglings were burning inside my cold body.
"Will you give me that pencil please mommy?" She asked me in her quiet voice. She didn't use her gift this time. Probably she was too busy.
"Here you are."
She wrote something in her beautiful handwriting. That's something she had from her father.
"Are you ready now?" Jacob asked impatiently.
"Almost done. Just…" She bit on her tongue while she wrote the final words. "Done."
"Can I see it now?"
"No, mummy and daddy first." She said with a grin on her face.
She handed me her drawing. What an artist she was.
She'd drawn our family. The whole family.
On the left there were Edward and I sparkling in the sunlight, he hugged me tight in his arms. On the right there was Jacob in his wolf-form. The brown fur seemed so real. And in the middle of the drawing, there was Renesmee. One hand padded on my arm, one on Jacob's. She smiled. Above her, were colors and shapes. Little fantasies.
It was so beautiful.
"Do you like it?" She asked.
I pulled her on my lap.
"It's beautiful sweetheart. So beautiful." She smiled again.
"It is." Edward agreed and kissed her forehead.
"Turn the page." She whispered in my ear.
I turned it and on the backside there was Shakespeare's first sonnet.
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
These words, they meat so much to me.
"Can I see it now?" Jacob asked.
"Sure." Renesmee gave it to Jacob.
"Wow Nessie, that's a good one. Seems real. I love it." His answer was.
Not even mentioning the words on the backside.
"We're going to hang that one up in your room." Edward said, tightening his hug.
I repeated the written words in my head. Twenty, thirty, fifty times.
She was so right.
This was my life.
I looked in her warm brown eyes. Her hand padded my cheek.
That's how I love you.
She showed me in her head.
this was the first chapter
I hope you like it
Sorry for my terrible English but I'm from Belgium
Please review, I want to know if I should continue.
thxx Fien