~*~breaking dawn~*~
"I don't understand, Bella."
"I think...well, I think that...maybe...I might be..." I took a deep breath. "Pregnant."
As if to back me up, there was another tiny nudge in my abdomen. My hand flew to my stomach.
After a long pause, Carlisle's medical training kicked in.
"When was the first day of your last menstrual cycle?"
"Sixteen days before the wedding." I'd done the mental math thoroughly enough just before to be able to answer with certainty.
"How do you feel?"
"Weird," I told him, and my voice broke.
- pg. 129
Renesmee.
I willed my lips to move, willed the bubbles of air to turn into whispers on my tongue. I forced my numb hands to reach.
"Let me...Give her to me."
The light danced, shattering off Edward's crystal hands. The sparkles were tinged with red, with the blood that covered his skin. And more red in his hands. Something small and struggling, dripping with blood. He touched the warm body to my weak arms, almost like I was holding her. Her wet skin was hot -- as hot as Jacob's.
My eyes focused; suddenly everything was absolutely clear.
Renesmee did not cry, but she breathed in quick, startled pants. Her eyes were open, her expression so shocked it was almost funny. The little, perfectly round head was covered with a thick layer of matted, bloody curls. Her irises were a familiar -- but astonishing -- chocolate brown. Under the blood, her skin looked pale, a creamy ivory. All besides her cheeks, which flamed with color.
Her tiny face was so absolutely perfect that it stunned me. She was even more beautiful than her father. Unbelievable. Impossible.
"Renesmee," I whispered. "So...beautiful."
- pg. 372
-- Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer