Answer
Title: Answer
Author: inspire16
Fandom: Twilight
Characters/Pairing: E/B, Renesmee, Emmett, Jasper
Type: One-Shot
Challenge: Twipod
Prompt: Answer by Sarah McLachlan
Rating: K
Word Count: 1474
The clock in Carlisle's study chimed nine o'clock as I finished reading my fourth book of the day. It never ceased to amaze me how much more information I was able to go through with my new and improved memory. With the addition of speed and not having to go to sleep, I was now a reading machine. All of the books that I had been meaning to read for a long time were now being read quicker than I had ever thought possible when I was human.
When I was human, that too was something I hadn't gotten used to yet. Despite my new eating habits, looks, and daughter I still felt very human. I had thought that that was going to go away when I awoke a vampire, but it had stayed. For whatever reason, I had not succumbed to the normal newborn behaviour. I was still myself. Carlisle and Edward theorized that it was because I had had time to prepare myself for the bloodlust, but I think that it was also a little bit because of the morphine Carlisle had given me when I had been changed. The utter pain I had undergone had been endured with silence and stillness. I think it had prepared me for the suffering of the bloodlust. After having to control myself to stay utterly still while being burned alive, resisting a little blood wasn't as hard as I thought it should have been. I didn't tell Edward or Carlisle this because I didn't know for sure, and I certainly didn't want to admit to either of them the utter pain I had been through. Even though whatever pain I went through was now irrelevant Edward would still feel extremely guilty, something I didn't want for him to go through. Especially since that change had been a result of him and my daughter, the two people in this world that made my existence worth it.
My sweet daughter who's bedtime was slowly ticking past.
I got up from the plush chair that was situated in Carlisle's study just for me. Sometimes I felt like spending entire weeks on end just sitting there going through all of the books Carlisle could give me. Of course those feelings were fleeting seeing as soon after I decided on sitting there, Alice would tell Edward and he would proceed to seduce me out of my chair.
Walking out of the room I walked at a human pace to the living room where my daughter was helping Emmett beat Jasper at their version of chess by giving him clues and moves by subtly putting her hand on his head. She was pretending to play with his hair, and Jasper, like the rest of us, were too in love with her to even begin to contemplate that she would do that. I only knew because, as the saying goes, moms always know.
"Sweetheart, it's bedtime," I called out as I entered the room. I could have whispered and she would have heard me, but I was trying to get her used to talking at normal human range so that when she was big enough to go to school she would be comfortable with it. She was far too used to whispering or communicating through her ability. No one, but Esme and I tried to force her to talk because we were the only ones that were able to resist her. Not because we didn't love as much, but only because as mothers we always knew what was best for our children.
"But mommy! I'm trying to straighten Uncle Emmett's hair," Renesmee complained looking towards me. Her eyes were pleading me to play along. Between her and Emmett they were getting close enough to beat Jasper, if I mentioned what they were doing Jasper wouldn't let her play anymore. I subtly nodded my head, something I had picked up from Edward.
"You can try again tomorrow," I said, telling her that she could always beat Jasper another day. She had eternity. I had eternity.
"Alright," she answered glumly. "Tomorrow then uncle Emmett."
Her eyes conveyed to him that he'd have to get Jasper to play him again tomorrow. He smiled and ruffled her hair a little, showing her that he didn't mind. I believed he only did this to amuse her. I smiled at that thought. Emmett was the perfect uncle for Renesmee and great big brother for me. Jumping off her lap, Renesmee gave Jasper a hug as well and a big kiss on his cheek. The affection he felt for her waved across the room as he accidentally let the emotion touch the rest of us. Walking towards me she waved night to them and leaped into my arms as I caught her effortlessly.
There was no one else to say goodnight to as Rosalie, Alice, and Edward were out hunting. Carlisle was at the hospital and Esme was visiting the Denali coven for a week to try and get them to visit us again. She was trying to get everyone back together for a Christmas party, but they were wary. She was up there trying to smooth things over. Carlisle would join her once he finished this shift.
Walking slowly up the stairs to my daughter's room I listened as she told me a story Jacob had told her. I had worked hard, but with practice I had been able to block her out of my head in an effort to force her to talk to me rather than simply show me. I found it far more pleasant to hear her speak than to have her use her ability. It wasn't because I was adverse to her ability, but because I found it a daily miracle for my daughter to be speaking to me. Not just my daughter, but my daughter with Edward. This amazing little creature in my arms was the incredible mix between Edward and me. She had his beauty, his thoughtfulness, and his genius. Edward claimed that those were all from me, but I disagreed with him. We did agree though that her stubbornness came from the two of us.
Laying her down on her bed I carefully tucked her in. I only fully appreciated the care Edward must have taken with me when I was a human when I took care of Renesmee. Though she was by no human means fragile, she was still my baby girl. No harm would ever come to her. She was far too precious. She was the ultimate symbol of the love Edward and I shared.
Yawning Renesmee asked me to hum her lullaby. I told her that she could listen to it when her father came home.
"When is daddy coming home? I miss him," my heart swelled at her comment. I knew had Edward been here he would just melt. She had us all wrapped around her fingers, but hardly acknowledged it, except when it came to beating others at chess.
"He'll be home soon darling," I replied. "But I can sing you something else."
"Okay. What will you sing?" She asked.
"What would you like to here?"
"I don't mind whatever it is, just as long as it isn't anything too long. I won't be able to appreciate it. Why don't you just pick a song mommy?" My heart swelled again. I would never get used to hearing her say that.
I began humming a song I heard on the radio earlier in the day. It was an old song by Sarah McLachlan. As I sung the words I heard Emmett and Jasper stop playing downstairs, but I didn't stop singing. When I finished I heard clapping coming both from my daughter and from downstairs.
"Why haven't I heard you sing before mommy?" Renesmee asked me as she yawned once more. "Daddy would love to hear you."
"Maybe I will," I replied softly.
"You definitely will," a voice said from behind me. There stood Edward. I hadn't noticed him approach the house. He had come through the window, and was leaning against the wall beside the window.
"Daddy!" Renesmee cried.
"Hush darling, go to sleep," Edward said walking towards the bed. He laid a kiss on her hear before telling her to go sleep once more.
"Night," she mumbled as she fell into oblivion.
"You should sing more," Edward commented as we walked to the door. Turning around I leant against the doorjamb. Coming behind me, Edward encircled his arms around my body. "Maybe we could come up with words to accompany the lullaby for you to sing as I hum."
"Maybe," I said as I laid my head back onto his chest. As the light of the hallway illuminated my daughter I thanked whatever higher being there was for my small little miracle and my saviour.
Author: inspire16
Fandom: Twilight
Characters/Pairing: E/B, Renesmee, Emmett, Jasper
Type: One-Shot
Challenge: Twipod
Prompt: Answer by Sarah McLachlan
Rating: K
Word Count: 1474
The clock in Carlisle's study chimed nine o'clock as I finished reading my fourth book of the day. It never ceased to amaze me how much more information I was able to go through with my new and improved memory. With the addition of speed and not having to go to sleep, I was now a reading machine. All of the books that I had been meaning to read for a long time were now being read quicker than I had ever thought possible when I was human.
When I was human, that too was something I hadn't gotten used to yet. Despite my new eating habits, looks, and daughter I still felt very human. I had thought that that was going to go away when I awoke a vampire, but it had stayed. For whatever reason, I had not succumbed to the normal newborn behaviour. I was still myself. Carlisle and Edward theorized that it was because I had had time to prepare myself for the bloodlust, but I think that it was also a little bit because of the morphine Carlisle had given me when I had been changed. The utter pain I had undergone had been endured with silence and stillness. I think it had prepared me for the suffering of the bloodlust. After having to control myself to stay utterly still while being burned alive, resisting a little blood wasn't as hard as I thought it should have been. I didn't tell Edward or Carlisle this because I didn't know for sure, and I certainly didn't want to admit to either of them the utter pain I had been through. Even though whatever pain I went through was now irrelevant Edward would still feel extremely guilty, something I didn't want for him to go through. Especially since that change had been a result of him and my daughter, the two people in this world that made my existence worth it.
My sweet daughter who's bedtime was slowly ticking past.
I got up from the plush chair that was situated in Carlisle's study just for me. Sometimes I felt like spending entire weeks on end just sitting there going through all of the books Carlisle could give me. Of course those feelings were fleeting seeing as soon after I decided on sitting there, Alice would tell Edward and he would proceed to seduce me out of my chair.
Walking out of the room I walked at a human pace to the living room where my daughter was helping Emmett beat Jasper at their version of chess by giving him clues and moves by subtly putting her hand on his head. She was pretending to play with his hair, and Jasper, like the rest of us, were too in love with her to even begin to contemplate that she would do that. I only knew because, as the saying goes, moms always know.
"Sweetheart, it's bedtime," I called out as I entered the room. I could have whispered and she would have heard me, but I was trying to get her used to talking at normal human range so that when she was big enough to go to school she would be comfortable with it. She was far too used to whispering or communicating through her ability. No one, but Esme and I tried to force her to talk because we were the only ones that were able to resist her. Not because we didn't love as much, but only because as mothers we always knew what was best for our children.
"But mommy! I'm trying to straighten Uncle Emmett's hair," Renesmee complained looking towards me. Her eyes were pleading me to play along. Between her and Emmett they were getting close enough to beat Jasper, if I mentioned what they were doing Jasper wouldn't let her play anymore. I subtly nodded my head, something I had picked up from Edward.
"You can try again tomorrow," I said, telling her that she could always beat Jasper another day. She had eternity. I had eternity.
"Alright," she answered glumly. "Tomorrow then uncle Emmett."
Her eyes conveyed to him that he'd have to get Jasper to play him again tomorrow. He smiled and ruffled her hair a little, showing her that he didn't mind. I believed he only did this to amuse her. I smiled at that thought. Emmett was the perfect uncle for Renesmee and great big brother for me. Jumping off her lap, Renesmee gave Jasper a hug as well and a big kiss on his cheek. The affection he felt for her waved across the room as he accidentally let the emotion touch the rest of us. Walking towards me she waved night to them and leaped into my arms as I caught her effortlessly.
There was no one else to say goodnight to as Rosalie, Alice, and Edward were out hunting. Carlisle was at the hospital and Esme was visiting the Denali coven for a week to try and get them to visit us again. She was trying to get everyone back together for a Christmas party, but they were wary. She was up there trying to smooth things over. Carlisle would join her once he finished this shift.
Walking slowly up the stairs to my daughter's room I listened as she told me a story Jacob had told her. I had worked hard, but with practice I had been able to block her out of my head in an effort to force her to talk to me rather than simply show me. I found it far more pleasant to hear her speak than to have her use her ability. It wasn't because I was adverse to her ability, but because I found it a daily miracle for my daughter to be speaking to me. Not just my daughter, but my daughter with Edward. This amazing little creature in my arms was the incredible mix between Edward and me. She had his beauty, his thoughtfulness, and his genius. Edward claimed that those were all from me, but I disagreed with him. We did agree though that her stubbornness came from the two of us.
Laying her down on her bed I carefully tucked her in. I only fully appreciated the care Edward must have taken with me when I was a human when I took care of Renesmee. Though she was by no human means fragile, she was still my baby girl. No harm would ever come to her. She was far too precious. She was the ultimate symbol of the love Edward and I shared.
Yawning Renesmee asked me to hum her lullaby. I told her that she could listen to it when her father came home.
"When is daddy coming home? I miss him," my heart swelled at her comment. I knew had Edward been here he would just melt. She had us all wrapped around her fingers, but hardly acknowledged it, except when it came to beating others at chess.
"He'll be home soon darling," I replied. "But I can sing you something else."
"Okay. What will you sing?" She asked.
"What would you like to here?"
"I don't mind whatever it is, just as long as it isn't anything too long. I won't be able to appreciate it. Why don't you just pick a song mommy?" My heart swelled again. I would never get used to hearing her say that.
I began humming a song I heard on the radio earlier in the day. It was an old song by Sarah McLachlan. As I sung the words I heard Emmett and Jasper stop playing downstairs, but I didn't stop singing. When I finished I heard clapping coming both from my daughter and from downstairs.
"Why haven't I heard you sing before mommy?" Renesmee asked me as she yawned once more. "Daddy would love to hear you."
"Maybe I will," I replied softly.
"You definitely will," a voice said from behind me. There stood Edward. I hadn't noticed him approach the house. He had come through the window, and was leaning against the wall beside the window.
"Daddy!" Renesmee cried.
"Hush darling, go to sleep," Edward said walking towards the bed. He laid a kiss on her hear before telling her to go sleep once more.
"Night," she mumbled as she fell into oblivion.
"You should sing more," Edward commented as we walked to the door. Turning around I leant against the doorjamb. Coming behind me, Edward encircled his arms around my body. "Maybe we could come up with words to accompany the lullaby for you to sing as I hum."
"Maybe," I said as I laid my head back onto his chest. As the light of the hallway illuminated my daughter I thanked whatever higher being there was for my small little miracle and my saviour.