Breaking Dawn - Stephenie Meyer [158]
It only took him seconds to find his own clothes-if I hadnt seen him undressed, I would have sworn there was nothing more beautiful than Edward in his khakis and pale beige pullover-and then he took my hand. We darted through the hidden garden, leaped lightly over the stone wall, and hit the forest at a dead sprint. I pulled my hand free so that we could race back. He beat me this time.
Renesmee was awake; she was sitting up on the floor with Rose and Emmett hovering over her, playing with a little pile of twisted silverware. She had a mangled spoon in her right hand. As soon as she spied me through the glass, she chucked the spoon on the floor-where it left a divot in the wood-and pointed in my direction imperiously. Her audience laughed; Alice, Jasper, Esme, and Carlisle were sitting on the couch, watching her as if she were the most engrossing film.
I was through the door before their laughter had barely begun, bounding across the room and scooping her up from the floor in the same second. We smiled widely at each other.
She was different, but not so much. A little longer again, her proportions drifting from babyish to childlike. Her hair was longer by a quarter inch, the curls bouncing like springs with every movement. Id let my imagination run wild on the trip back, and Id imagined worse than this. Thanks to my overdone fears, these little changes were almost a relief. Even without Carlisles measurements, I was sure the changes were slower than yesterday.
Renesmee patted my cheek. I winced. She was hungry again.
How long has she been up? I asked as Edward disappeared through the kitchen doorway. I was sure he was on his way to get her breakfast, having seen what shed just thought as clearly as I had. I wondered if he would ever have noticed her little quirk, if hed been the only one to know her. To him, it probably would have seemed like hearing anyone.
Just a few minutes, Rose said. We would have called you soon. Shes been asking for you-demanding might be a better description. Esme sacrificed her second-best silver service to keep the little monster entertained. Rose smiled at Renesmee with so much gloating affection that the criticism was entirely weightless. We didnt want to er, bother you.
Rosalie bit her lip and looked away, trying not to laugh. I could feel Emmetts silent laughter behind me, sending vibrations through the foundations of the house.
I kept my chin high. Well get your room set up right away, I said to Renesmee. Youll like the cottage. Its magic. I look up at Esme. Thank you, Esme. So much. Its absolutely perfect.
Before Esme could respond, Emmett was laughing again-it wasnt silent this time.
So its still standing? he managed to get out between his snickers. I wouldve thought you two had knocked it to rubble by now. What were you doing last night? Discussing the national debt? He howled with laughter.
I gritted my teeth and reminded myself of the negative consequences when Id let my temper get away from me yesterday. Of course, Emmett wasnt as breakable as Seth
Thinking of Seth made me wonder. Wherere the wolves today? I glanced out the window wall, but there had been no sign of Leah on the way in.
Jacob took off this morning pretty early, Rosalie told me, a little frown creasing her forehead. Seth followed him out.
What was he so upset about? Edward asked as he came back into the room with Renesmees cup. There must have been more in Rosalies memory than Id seen in her expression.
Without breathing, I handed Renesmee off to Rosalie. Super-self-control, maybe, but there was no way I was going to be able to feed her. Not yet.
I dont know-or care, Rosalie grumbled, but she answered Edwards question more fully. He was watching Nessie sleep, his mouth hanging open like the moron he is, and then he just jumped to his feet without any kind of trigger-that I noticed, anyway- and stormed out. I was glad to be rid of him. The more time he spends here, the less chance there is