Breaking Dawn - Stephenie Meyer [105]
Dead beat, I admitted.
Id like to beat you dead, Rosalie muttered, too low for Bella to hear.
I just slumped deeper into the chair, getting comfortable. My bare foot dangled closer to Rosalie, and she stiffened. After a few minutes Bella asked Rosalie for a refill. I felt the wind as Rosalie blew upstairs to get her some more blood. It was really quiet. Might as well take a nap, I figured.
And then Edward said, Did you say something? in a puzzled tone. Strange. Because no one had said anything, and because Edwards hearing was as good as mine, and he should have known that.
He was staring at Bella, and she was staring back. They both looked confused.
Me? she asked after a second. I didnt say anything.
He moved onto his knees, leaning forward over her, his expression suddenly intense in a whole different way. His black eyes focused on her face.
What are you thinking about right now?
She stared at him blankly. Nothing. Whats going on?
What were you thinking about a minute ago? he asked.
Just Esmes island. And feathers.
Sounded like total gibberish to me, but then she blushed, and I figured I was better off not knowing.
Say something else, he whispered.
Like what? Edward, whats going on?
His face changed again, and he did something that made my mouth fall open with a pop. I heard a gasp behind me, and I knew that Rosalie was back, and just as flabbergasted as I was.
Edward, very lightly, put both of his hands against her huge, round stomach.
The f- He swallowed. It the baby likes the sound of your voice.
There was one short beat of total silence. I could not move a muscle, even to blink. Then-
Holy crow, you can hear him! Bella shouted. In the next second, she winced.
Edwards hand moved to the top peak of her belly and gently rubbed the spot where it must have kicked her.
Shh, he murmured. You startled it him.
Her eyes got all wide and full of wonder. She patted the side of her stomach. Sorry, baby.
Edward was listening hard, his head tilted toward the bulge.
Whats he thinking now? she demanded eagerly.
It he or she, is He paused and looked up into her eyes. His eyes were filled with a similar awe-only his were more careful and grudging. Hes happy, Edward said in an incredulous voice.
Her breath caught, and it was impossible not to see the fanatical gleam in her eyes. The adoration and the devotion. Big, fat tears overflowed her eyes and ran silently down her face and over her smiling lips.
As he stared at her, his face was not frightened or angry or burning or any of the other expressions hed worn since their return. He was marveling with her.
Of course youre happy, pretty baby, of course you are, she crooned, rubbing her stomach while the tears washed her cheeks. How could you not be, all safe and warm and loved? I love you so much, little EJ, of course youre happy.
What did you call him? Edward asked curiously.
She blushed again. I sort of named him. I didnt think you would want well, you know.
EJ?
Your fathers name was Edward, too.
Yes, it was. What-? He paused and then said, Hmm.
What?
He likes my voice, too.
Of course he does. Her tone was almost gloating now. You have the most beautiful voice in the universe. Who wouldnt love it?
Do you have a backup plan? Rosalie asked then, leaning over the back of the sofa with the same wondering, gloating look on her face that was on Bellas. What if hes a she?
Bella wiped the back of her hand under her wet eyes. I kicked a few things around. Playing with Renée and Esme. I was thinking Ruh-nez-may.
Ruhnezmay?
R-e-n-e-s-m-e-e. Too weird?
No, I like it, Rosalie assured her. Their heads were close together, gold and mahogany. Its beautiful. And one of a kind, so that fits.
I still think hes an Edward.
Edward was staring off into space, his face blank as he listened.
What? Bella asked, her face just glowing away. Whats he thinking now?
At first he didnt answer, and then-shocking all the rest of us again, three distinct and separate gasps-he laid his ear tenderly against her belly.
He loves you, Edward whispered, sounding dazed.