Fic: Daddy's Angel; Edward, Nessie; Edward/Bella
Daddy's Angel
Twilight. Breaking Dawn spoilers. Edward Cullen, Nessie Cullen; Edward/Bella. G. 1,230 words.
Summary: She makes him feel like the best composer in the world. Small moments between a father and daughter.
For my girls at obs_twilighter, because you all, like me, wish there was more Edward/Nessie in BD.
Note: Set during the three months of Bella's happy period. Before Irina sees Nessie and tells the Volturi. Mushy, fluff alert! :D
So much happiness could not be meant for one person alone.
And yet somehow it is his. He stands in the doorway silently and watches as Bella reads her bedtime story. Beauty holding beauty.
He feels so much love and adoration for them both that he thinks he might burst from it. Surely, even his one hundred year old body shouldn’t be able to contain so much bliss? Just watching the two of them together, mother and daughter, fills him with more ecstasy than he has felt in a century of existence. They were his.
Nessie’s eyes droop sleepily but she’s aware of his presence. She twists in Bella’s lap to face him, her small hand stretching out. He sees a picture of himself in her mind, singing to her as he does every night.
Time for my song, daddy, she tells him in her thoughts.
He walks over, kneels at Bella’s feet, wraps his arms around them both, and begins to sing.
Nessie is asleep in minutes. Flashes of color and faces fill her dreams, his voice an echo, the melody of her lullaby a guiding thread.
She makes him feel like the best composer in the world.
-
Too fast. She’s growing too fast. The growth spurt that takes years for an average human baby to complete takes his little Nessie mere days. He fights down the panic boiling inside his chest but he sees it reflected in Bella’s eyes and it’s too hard. This couldn’t be right. They couldn’t be losing her so soon. So much life, laughter and beauty shouldn’t be meant to have only a temporary place in this world. So he throws himself into research. Because there has to be a way to stop this. There has to be a way to save her.
He hears the sound of little feet and he looks up automatically, a smile lighting his face he watches her leave Rosalie’s arms and walk over to him as gracefully as if she’s been doing it for years (though it has only been days). She never ceases to take his breath away every time he sees her. Just like her mother.
Her mind is focused on him and he sees pictures of himself - bent over a book like he was just a minute ago, in heated discussions with Carlisle, surrounded by large books at his desk inside their little house.
Nessie reaches his spot on the couch and holds her arms up, a demand. He immediately casts the book he was reading aside and lifts her up, swinging her gently in the air.
Giggles escape her, the sweetest sound he has ever heard.
He sets her down on his lap and she looks up at him, placing her hand on his cheek.
“What does she want?” Rosalie asks from across the room.
“She wants me to be less serious,” he laughs.
“I’m sorry, Angel,” he coos at Nessie. “Is daddy no fun?”
She touches his nose this time. He sees a vision of himself running through the forest, Nessie securely on his back, her laughter carrying in the wind as they race a large russet colored wolf.
“You want to go for a run?”
She claps happily.
“Anything you want,” he grins.
-
They stop at a stream. He sets Nessie down on her feet and lies down underneath a patch of sunlight streaming through a canopy of leaves. She loves it when he sparkles and seeing it through her eyes has opened him up to the beauty of it like nothing has before, erasing the disgust he used to feel at something that he felt was unnatural, abnormal.
Nessie picks a purple flower and imagines herself presenting it to Bella.
“Momma will love it,” he assures her.
She smiles at him, her attention completely captured as she watches him sparkle. It takes her seconds to close the distance and then she’s sitting on his chest. The sunlight on her skin is less dramatic but so much more beautiful in his eyes. She radiates…glows. He never imagined such perfection could exist on this earth and that he helped to create her. Not in a thousand years will this awe ever fade.
I wish I sparkled, she thinks.
“You’ll be grateful that you don’t when you’re older,” he tells her.
Why?
“When you make human friends, it will be much easier for you to be with them.”
She can’t imagine herself with humans that aren’t Charlie or Sue.
He laughs lightly. “My Nessie,” he strokes her face. “One day you aren’t going to like hanging around with momma and me so much.”
She shakes her head and lies down on his chest, hugging him.
I wanna be with you and momma forever. And Jacob. Rosalie, Esme, Emmett, Alice, Carlisle, Jasper, grandpa, Sue, Seth….Forever and ever.
“Don’t worry, my Angel. You’ll never get rid of any of us,” he promises.
-
She likes it when he plays piano for her. She perches on his lap and watches in fascination as his hands move fluidly over the keys.
He finishes the last notes of Bella’s Lullaby. Nessie loves hearing it almost as much as her own lullaby.
She places her hands on the keys and he guides her tiny hands, helping her play a simple melody on a few keys.
They repeat it over and over. Finally she tells him in her thoughts that she’d like to try it on her own. He removes his hands and watches as she struggles to press down on the keys. Her little fingers slipping as she tries to copy what he was helping her do only moments before.
“Your hands are still too small,” he says gently.
She pouts, irritated at herself.
“When you get bigger, I’ll teach you to play,” he kisses the top of her head. “And you’ll be better than me.”
She burrows into his chest. No, you’re the best in the world.
He chuckles.
“Sing to me, daddy,” she says, her brown eyes peering up at him. Bella’s eyes. He can’t deny those eyes anything. And so he begins to sing. Her face lights up with happiness and she’s all he can see, the only thing in the world.
Then something miraculous happens. She begins to sing with him and he had never heard a voice so sweet, so pure. A voice from heaven itself. And in that moment, he was absolutely sure that a heaven must exist, even for creatures like himself. Because there was nowhere else that his little Nessie, his angel, could go.
He stops singing and she stops with him.
“Keep singing for daddy?” He pleads, his voice tight with emotion.
She places both hands on his cheeks. One day I will write a song for you too.
Then she begins to sing again, and the sound of her beautiful, perfect voice washes over him. The melody, the lyrics that he instantly thought of when he first held her in his arms…They had new meaning now. New beauty coming from her perfect lips.
He doesn’t hear Bella’s approach. But suddenly she’s there, sitting beside him. Her arms wrap around them both and Nessie keeps singing.
His eyes lock with Bella’s, the indescribable emotions welling up in his chest are mirrored there.
This was his family.
And for the first time in nearly a hundred years, Edward Cullen was a believer.
Nominated for Best Daddy Edward and Best BD "Missing Moments" in the Breaking Dawn Round of the Twilight Awards. :D
Twilight. Breaking Dawn spoilers. Edward Cullen, Nessie Cullen; Edward/Bella. G. 1,230 words.
Summary: She makes him feel like the best composer in the world. Small moments between a father and daughter.
For my girls at obs_twilighter, because you all, like me, wish there was more Edward/Nessie in BD.
Note: Set during the three months of Bella's happy period. Before Irina sees Nessie and tells the Volturi. Mushy, fluff alert! :D
So much happiness could not be meant for one person alone.
And yet somehow it is his. He stands in the doorway silently and watches as Bella reads her bedtime story. Beauty holding beauty.
He feels so much love and adoration for them both that he thinks he might burst from it. Surely, even his one hundred year old body shouldn’t be able to contain so much bliss? Just watching the two of them together, mother and daughter, fills him with more ecstasy than he has felt in a century of existence. They were his.
Nessie’s eyes droop sleepily but she’s aware of his presence. She twists in Bella’s lap to face him, her small hand stretching out. He sees a picture of himself in her mind, singing to her as he does every night.
Time for my song, daddy, she tells him in her thoughts.
He walks over, kneels at Bella’s feet, wraps his arms around them both, and begins to sing.
Nessie is asleep in minutes. Flashes of color and faces fill her dreams, his voice an echo, the melody of her lullaby a guiding thread.
She makes him feel like the best composer in the world.
-
Too fast. She’s growing too fast. The growth spurt that takes years for an average human baby to complete takes his little Nessie mere days. He fights down the panic boiling inside his chest but he sees it reflected in Bella’s eyes and it’s too hard. This couldn’t be right. They couldn’t be losing her so soon. So much life, laughter and beauty shouldn’t be meant to have only a temporary place in this world. So he throws himself into research. Because there has to be a way to stop this. There has to be a way to save her.
He hears the sound of little feet and he looks up automatically, a smile lighting his face he watches her leave Rosalie’s arms and walk over to him as gracefully as if she’s been doing it for years (though it has only been days). She never ceases to take his breath away every time he sees her. Just like her mother.
Her mind is focused on him and he sees pictures of himself - bent over a book like he was just a minute ago, in heated discussions with Carlisle, surrounded by large books at his desk inside their little house.
Nessie reaches his spot on the couch and holds her arms up, a demand. He immediately casts the book he was reading aside and lifts her up, swinging her gently in the air.
Giggles escape her, the sweetest sound he has ever heard.
He sets her down on his lap and she looks up at him, placing her hand on his cheek.
“What does she want?” Rosalie asks from across the room.
“She wants me to be less serious,” he laughs.
“I’m sorry, Angel,” he coos at Nessie. “Is daddy no fun?”
She touches his nose this time. He sees a vision of himself running through the forest, Nessie securely on his back, her laughter carrying in the wind as they race a large russet colored wolf.
“You want to go for a run?”
She claps happily.
“Anything you want,” he grins.
-
They stop at a stream. He sets Nessie down on her feet and lies down underneath a patch of sunlight streaming through a canopy of leaves. She loves it when he sparkles and seeing it through her eyes has opened him up to the beauty of it like nothing has before, erasing the disgust he used to feel at something that he felt was unnatural, abnormal.
Nessie picks a purple flower and imagines herself presenting it to Bella.
“Momma will love it,” he assures her.
She smiles at him, her attention completely captured as she watches him sparkle. It takes her seconds to close the distance and then she’s sitting on his chest. The sunlight on her skin is less dramatic but so much more beautiful in his eyes. She radiates…glows. He never imagined such perfection could exist on this earth and that he helped to create her. Not in a thousand years will this awe ever fade.
I wish I sparkled, she thinks.
“You’ll be grateful that you don’t when you’re older,” he tells her.
Why?
“When you make human friends, it will be much easier for you to be with them.”
She can’t imagine herself with humans that aren’t Charlie or Sue.
He laughs lightly. “My Nessie,” he strokes her face. “One day you aren’t going to like hanging around with momma and me so much.”
She shakes her head and lies down on his chest, hugging him.
I wanna be with you and momma forever. And Jacob. Rosalie, Esme, Emmett, Alice, Carlisle, Jasper, grandpa, Sue, Seth….Forever and ever.
“Don’t worry, my Angel. You’ll never get rid of any of us,” he promises.
-
She likes it when he plays piano for her. She perches on his lap and watches in fascination as his hands move fluidly over the keys.
He finishes the last notes of Bella’s Lullaby. Nessie loves hearing it almost as much as her own lullaby.
She places her hands on the keys and he guides her tiny hands, helping her play a simple melody on a few keys.
They repeat it over and over. Finally she tells him in her thoughts that she’d like to try it on her own. He removes his hands and watches as she struggles to press down on the keys. Her little fingers slipping as she tries to copy what he was helping her do only moments before.
“Your hands are still too small,” he says gently.
She pouts, irritated at herself.
“When you get bigger, I’ll teach you to play,” he kisses the top of her head. “And you’ll be better than me.”
She burrows into his chest. No, you’re the best in the world.
He chuckles.
“Sing to me, daddy,” she says, her brown eyes peering up at him. Bella’s eyes. He can’t deny those eyes anything. And so he begins to sing. Her face lights up with happiness and she’s all he can see, the only thing in the world.
Then something miraculous happens. She begins to sing with him and he had never heard a voice so sweet, so pure. A voice from heaven itself. And in that moment, he was absolutely sure that a heaven must exist, even for creatures like himself. Because there was nowhere else that his little Nessie, his angel, could go.
He stops singing and she stops with him.
“Keep singing for daddy?” He pleads, his voice tight with emotion.
She places both hands on his cheeks. One day I will write a song for you too.
Then she begins to sing again, and the sound of her beautiful, perfect voice washes over him. The melody, the lyrics that he instantly thought of when he first held her in his arms…They had new meaning now. New beauty coming from her perfect lips.
He doesn’t hear Bella’s approach. But suddenly she’s there, sitting beside him. Her arms wrap around them both and Nessie keeps singing.
His eyes lock with Bella’s, the indescribable emotions welling up in his chest are mirrored there.
This was his family.
And for the first time in nearly a hundred years, Edward Cullen was a believer.
Nominated for Best Daddy Edward and Best BD "Missing Moments" in the Breaking Dawn Round of the Twilight Awards. :D