Edward's P.O.V.
Carlisle had said that Bella just had a cold but my worry was still high. Over the time that Bella had been here I had grown to love her like family. Seeing her red little nose and her usual pale feature take on a sickly pale color made me me feel dreadful. Everyone around me had similar thoughts as we were gathered in her bedroom trying to get Bella to fall asleep.
Oh, my poor Bella, thought Rosalie.
This is going to last for days! I hope Bella's alright, thought Alice. The only person who's thought were helpful, though, was Jasper,
Maybe I should use my power to lull her to sleep. My head snapped up in his direction. I said desperately,
"You should try it. Please."
"Try what?" Asked Emmett. Jasper explained,
"Using my power to get her to sleep." Carlisle said,
"That's a good idea. She need her sleep." Everyone nodded and Jasper began concentrating. Within a few moments Bella began to breath slower and fell asleep. I sighed in relief.
It was surprising how much this little girl had changed all of our lives. All of the girls, who had always felt a little empty without a child were now happy and content. Jasper, who I had never thought could love a human, has become much more confident in his ability to control his bloodlust.
Carlisle not only loves Bella but is also very proud of not only himself but proud of all of us (especially Rosalie and Jasper) for our ability to love a human. Emmett's love for Bella may even be more than Rosalie's.
Then there's me. I'm the one who's supposed to one day marry this little girl. It doesn't really make sense. At the moment I love her but not in that way. I feel protective of her and care for her but whether or not this will one day develop into real love is hard to say. I suppose anything is possible.
I mean we're vampires. We're bloodsucking vampires with constant lust for blood and yet we've somehow managed to bring a human child into our home and are planning to raise her as a Cullen. That's something that I would have never thought possible in all my years of immortality.
It's amazing how such a small and fragile child can have such a difference in our life's. A little pale baby with dark brown eyes, a little bit of brown hair, and soft fragile skin. A perfect human child. Well, perfect except for the cold and that dark cold of gloom that seemed to loom over me. Fragile. She's just so fragile. I feel as if anything she touches will her her or get her sick.
Just take now for example. She's got a cold and got it from touching something or multiple things with harmful bacteria. She can get sick so easily and that makes me feel awful. I want her safe and happy and healthy all at the same time.
Author's Note: Yes, I know it's very short but I'm just trying Edward's P.O.V out. I want to know if you think I should do more from his P.O.V.? Please keep reviewing!