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Eyes Like Yours

Chapter Nine - Father's Eyes

BPOV

The months flew by a lot quicker than I had expected. I had settled in well to my new life in Forks. I'd never felt happier. My relationship with my father had never been better. I had the greatest friendships a girl could ever ask for. In general, life for me right now was great.

And in just one month, my life was going to be even greater.

My little angel would be coming into the world.

I still couldn't believe that I was going to be a mother. Sometimes It felt as though it was all just a dream. My humungous stomach and those tiny little kicks always jolted me back to reality though.

I'd decided to wait until the birth to find out if I was having a boy or a girl. I wanted it to be a surprise. A few times I almost gave in to the begging of my family and friends. Alice, Rosalie and Esme wanted to know so that they could decorate the nursery with the right colours. While Jasper and Emmett had a bet going.

But it was my parents who were the worst. They even got into little tiffs about it.

Renee said it was a girl. She wanted a little granddaughter, who she could dress up in pink frilly dresses. That thought alone made me shiver. Charlie almost demanded that it were a boy. He was sick of being the only man in the family, and being surrounded by women. He wanted a grandson who would sit and watch football with him. A boy, who he could throw a baseball around with.

The people around me were crazy. The only sane one was Carlisle.

Now, speaking of the baby's nursery. Alice and Esme were working on it right at this moment. Yep, I had my own place now. A nice little two bedroom house. I loved it. Esme had helped me find it. I needed my own peace and quiet, and sometimes I just couldn't find that at my fathers. And once id started getting my belly, using the stairs at his place had started to take its toll on me. It was just too tiring. I'd been living alone for just over three months now.

I was doing pretty well for myself. My job with Cullen's catering was awesome. I actually enjoyed getting up and going to work. I know it wasn't what id planned on doing with life. I mean, it's a lot different than what I actually majored in; History of Art. I love my job though. I'm pretty much running the whole show now. Esme's been rather busy with her interior design business lately, so she'd handed the plate over to me. I was absolutely thrilled.

At the moment, I'm making up some lunch for myself and the girls. I need for them to take a short break. The bickering has already started for the day. I can hear Alice whining over wallpaper prints.

I grabbed my plate, and walked down the hall and stood in the doorway of the nursery.

"Take a break ladies. There's some sandwiches and fruit salad in the kitchen for lunch," I told them as I took a bite of food.

Either, they didn't hear or see me, or they just decided to plain old ignore me. I'd come to accept that I didn't have much say in any of this. Sometimes it felt like this was their baby and not mine.

"Why don't we just ask Bella," Alice held her nose up in the air at Esme. "Not that there is any need, because I already know Bella will pick mine".

Oh, so now I was getting a say. I wish these women would make up their damn minds.

"Sweetheart, which wallpaper do you want?" Esme held up two different prints.

The first was of Pooh Bear and his friends, and the other was jungle babies. I knew that Alice had chosen the Pooh Bear theme; I'd heard her gushing about it only last week. But I was going to have to break her heart. Pooh Bear just wasn't my type.

"I really like the jungle babies one," I told them my preference. "Sorry Alice, but everybody has Pooh Bear. I want something different, and the jungle babies are just too damn cute to resist," I explained my reasoning.

I watched as Alice's face dropped. "Fine," she pouted.

"Just think, now you'll be able to use the Pooh Bear theme when you and Jasper decide to have a baby," I tried to cheer her up. I knew this would work.

"Oh my gosh, you're right. I wouldn't have to worry about copying or repeating then," Alice exclaimed happily.

I snorted. The girl was a crack-up. I walked right into the room and sat down in the rocking chair, which my mother had used when I was a baby. I rocked in it gently as I finished up my sandwich. Alice and Esme left the room and helped themselves to some lunch and soon returned back to the room. I'm sure it wouldn't take too long for them to start fighting about something else.

"Oh," I started to chuckle when my baby started to kick. "This one's been kicking like a trooper today," I told the girls.

"Aww, let me feel," Alice giggled as she kneeled down and placed her hands atop my stomach. "So beautiful," she gushed.

After a few minutes, the kicking stopped. I reached my hands out for Alice, and asked for some help up. I was almost up straight went I felt a pain shot through my stomach.

"Ouch," I doubled over in shock.

Alice and Esme were at my side in a second. "What is it?" they asked.

It was then that I felt the pressure down below, and then the trickle down my leg.

"Um, I think my water just broke,"

The two woman were in a flurry now. Esme stayed by my side trying to sooth me, while Alice thrashed around the room in a bit of a panic.

"Okay Bella, remember what we learnt at the birthing classes," Alice was soon back at my side.

Yes, that's right. Alice made me take birthing classes, and had offered to be my breathing partner. Wait, scrap that. She had invited herself to be my breathing partner.

"Its too early," I started to panic now. "I still have a month left".

"Babies are sometimes born early Bella," Esme tried to comfort me. "Everything will be fine," they led me outside to the car.

I blocked their voices out after that, but I think heard Alice mention that she was going to call my dad.

This was it.

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He was beautiful.

My angel.

My son.

I really had never seen anything so beautiful or precious in my whole life. He fit perfectly In my arms. I never wanted to let him go. Ever. I was much to greedy to ever share him with anyone.

Charlie cried. I swear to you, he did. He got the grandson he so desperately longed for. Emmett won the bet. Men. They'll bet on anything to win a buck.

I cried too. I burst into tears the first time I held him. But my tears fell for another reason too. He wasn't here to see our son. He never would be here. Anthony.

Samuel Charles Anthony Swan. That was his name. Every name he was given, he received from another. Samuel, after old grandpa Swan. Charles, after dad. And of course, Anthony. After his father.

Whenever I was alone, which wasn't very often, I would cry for him. I would cry for me. Cry for what Sammy would never have. A father.

I had many visitors. My mother was staying with me for a few weeks; I'd need the help until I got the hang of things. Dad would stop in at every chance he got. Sammy had taken the number one spot on the 'things that Charlie loved' list. It was sweet to see my father be so tender.

Jacob Black had even stopped by for a quick visit. He was Billy's son, and had just moved back to Forks a few weeks back. I'd only met him a few times, but he seemed like a nice guy. I got on well with him. Which of course, only gave Leah Clearwater another reason to hate my guts. Rumour was that she and Jacob had a bit of a thing going. I don't know why she's worried though. Jacob and I are just friends, and I'd never see him as anything else.

He was easy to talk too, and seemed to be very supportive. He'd told me that if I ever needed anything, he was there to help. He'd just opened a bar in Port Angeles. I promised him that I'd go see it one night.

But for now, I was content with just staying home with my son. He was my life now. And he was all I needed.

I was home alone, and like I said, it wasn't often that I got time alone. I was in the nursery, and I'd just finished feeding my angel. He was looking up at me with those beautiful eyes. His fathers eyes. Yes, he got the emeralds from him. I was kind of happy about it though. I'm glad he didn't get my boring brown eyes.

The only downside to the green eyes, was that every time I'd look into them, I'd see Anthony. Of course, this set me off again.

Alice found me in tears this time. I didn't even hear her come in.

"Bebe, what's wrong?" she brushed my hair away from my face.

"He has his eyes," I cried.

I let it all out. I needed to. I couldn't keep it all bottled up inside me.

"Oh sweetie," Alice cooed. "Everything is going to be fine," she soothed.

I raised from the rocking chair, and moved to place Sammy in his basinet. Alice and I stood and watched him as he let out a tiny baby yawn and drifted off to sleep.

"I see so much of him in Sammy," I whispered; hoping not to wake him. "So perfectly perfect," I gushed.

"Come on, I'll make you some tea," Alice placed a gentle hand to my back. "Lets leave him to sleep".

I nodded in agreement. I leant down and placed a soft kiss to his fore-head.

"Sleep tight my angel".

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PLEASE R/R

A/N: Heads up that next chapter we skip ahead about 15 months. And Edward returns. YAY.