Chapter 13

Aro's Lullaby

Darling Bella and little Renesmee came to accompany us, though both Bella and Jacob hardly left Renesmee's side.

Carlisle cleared his throat and sat down on the lounge beside me. "So what now, Aro?"

"What are you going to name him?" asked Bella, it was the first time in a while that she spoke to me directly.

"My dear, Isabella, I would not have the faintest idea of what to call him," I admitted. "In spite on the names we discussed before, my mind has been so concerned on first insuring my son's survival through the childbirth; that I had not yet decided on what to name him. Though we had been so fixed on it being a girl; but still none of those names would have been fit for such a beautiful miracle."

I saw a faint smile upon Bella's lip but then Carlisle suggested a name for my son.

"How about, Cleopas?" smiled Carlisle, "It means 'Glory of the Father'."

"What about Cerberus?" said Jacob,

I glared at him, though slightly impressed of how he knew what creature beared that name; as Alec and Jane hissed in my defence.

Edward grasped under his breath with annoyance, "Jacob."

Jane came to my side and suggested, "What about Cyrus? I know it is Latin for 'Like the Sun'."

"Which he and Nessie both appear like in sunlight." commented Bella.

I smiled, nodding my head, I did approve of her suggestion; in my memory it suited his face, but then I thought of the perfect name.

"I have it! Ambrogio – it is the Italian form of Ambrosius – which means 'Immortal'."

Dear Renesmee smiled, squeaking, as Esme, Rosalie and Alice returned with my son. The boy's eyes rested upon me, he then became restless and impatient, as Esme then placed him down on the floor; and already he began crawling towards me, the others seemed astonished of this feat. The little angel, Renesmee then jumped right to his side.

"Nessie, take it easy." Bella then came down to her daughter; Renesmee seemed ecstatically happy to be around my son.

"She finds him fascinating because they are the same." said Edward, after reading my thoughts once again.

I came down to my knees and opened my arms. "Come, my son. Come here, Ambrogio."

The infant smiled and crawled into my arms, curling his pale fingers through my jet black hair; and I could not help but smile, he was just so beautiful.

"Ambrogio Cyrus Voltago..." Rubbing the tip of my nose against his own; my son giggled so adorably. "...Immortal like the Sun."

I held him for five minutes, and he then began to talk to me, projecting his voice into my mind; I was so entranced by his gifts and how mature his mental speech was.

"Father, where's Mother?" he asked. And like Renesmee's gift an image of the dying woman from Carlisle's point of view appeared in my mind; as well as a few of my past memories of her.

"Mother sadly is not with us anymore, Ambrogio. Mother has gone to heaven, my dear. They all go to heaven."

"Will she be come back?" He asked,

"I am afraid that she won't be coming back… but don't be sorrow, my son; for you have a new mother, and she is very excited to meet you. Dear Mother has gone away but your new mother won't; I promise, she will stay with you always and make you happy." I crooned,

My son smiled. "I love you, Father."

Though everyone, a side Edward, would not have known of the conversation; and then I noticed that little Renesmee had not taken her eyes off of him ever since he came back into the room. So I held Ambrogio down to her so she could touch him, with Bella and Jacob watching very closely; at first, Renesmee was reluctant – I imagined I was the reason for her hesitation – but after she touched my son, she became calm.

"Come, let's give Aro a few minutes alone with his son." Whispered Carlisle, though Renesmee was very put out to be away from attention of the newborn.

Moments passed and, although the Cullens were still in the house, I was left alone with my son; alone at last, I walked towards the glass window, bobbing the little bundle in my arms. Alec and Jane were genuinely smiling at the sight of the little boy in my arms, as my little miracle yawned so adorably; but I was also smiling for from out the corner of my eye I could see sweet Renesmee sitting on the stair from the kitchen, with her chin resting on her knees.

My son yawned again, and naturally grinning, I wondered on what to do next to help him sleep; but then, as if I had planned it, Edward had reached for the black and white keys of the piano and began playing to the song I was thinking of. It was a personal song, it was the only thing I remembered of my human life; it was a lullaby that my mother once sang to my sister and me. But when opportune came it was almost impossible to resist.

"Speak softly, love, and hold me warm again your heart... I feel your words, the tender trembling moments start... we're in a world, our very own... sharing the love that only few have ever known."

Others began to appear in the door line by the kitchen, as Edward smiled and continued to play for me.

"Wine colour days warmed by the sun," I bent down to Renesmee, now at my side, "Deep velvet nights... when we were one..." smiling into her beaming face as she glowed in the sunlight, I passed my son into her little arms.

"Speak softly, love, so no one hears us but the sky..." Scooping up Renesmee and my son in my arms, I swerved them playfully around the room as I began to slowly prance back towards the sofa. "The vows of love we make will live until we die..."

The smiles on the others faces almost agreed to what I was singing but I was too embarrassed or to embraced by Renesmee's head cradling against my chest; with Ambrogio now asleep, and Renesmee nodding off as I sat down on the sofa, held them close, and rested my head gently against Renesmee's hair.

"My life is yours... and all because... you came into my world of love, so softly love."

I sighed, as the notes Edward finished playing evaporated into the room; everything felt so peaceful, as I cradled the two children in my arms, now asleep against my chest. I lifted Ambrogio towards my mouth and pressed my lips against my son's dark brown hair.

"Dream, my little prince."

And dream he did as I saw the mystical world of the subconscious mind of a child; as he dreamed of his deceased mother and me. Little Renesmee, still nestled down beside me; I lovingly stroked her soft hair, and patted her to sleep as I lulled another lullaby – the simple tune of the music box my brother, Marcus, kept in the volts back home.

And then something amazing happened; for as I sung the lullaby, Ambrogio was subconsciously retrieving memories from my mind, and then in my head I saw a dull vision of myself as a human boy, lying next to my sister, Didyme, in bed and the lullaby was being sung to us from our mother. I was then a little distracted by Alice, who was crooning affectionately; and then I was a little embarrassed, as she took a few pictures with Ambrogio in my arms and Renesmee slumbering half over my lap.

Disclaim on the song for it is Speak Softly Love by Andy Williams from The Godfather – (but the slow version is The Godfather-Brucia La Terra on youtube)