Post by Edward Cullen on Sept 13, 2012 17:29:57 GMT -5
September 13, 1987
Today is an auspicious day. My wife-to-be was born in Forks, Washington. Alice saw her meeting her father for the first time. A man wearing a Forks' sheriff's uniform was holding a baby in his arms. His eyes were suspiciously bright as he cuddled the infant close to his chest. The baby startled as he kissed her on the forehead and he smiled widely at a woman sitting up in a hospital bed even as he soothed the baby back to sleep. She motioned for him to put the baby in a bassinet. He stood, then leaned over to put her inside and there, at the top of the isolette, was a pink card with the baby's information on it:
Name: Isabella Marie Swan
Parents: Charlie and Renee Swan
Date: September 13, 1987
Born: 5:12 p.m. September 13, 1987
Length: 20 inches
Weight: 7.8 pounds
He turned to the woman in the bed and I read his lips as he said, Bella, I'm going to call her Bella. Isabella is too big of a handle for such a little girl. Bella, her name is Bella! I can't tell how many times I've said her name already, both in my mind and with my voice.
The women in our family cooed over the pictures that Alice and I drew. A couple of hours after the vision Emmett handed me a handful of bubblegum cigars with the words It's a Wife printed on the wrappers. Then he challenged me to chew them and blow bubbles. I declined. He did tease me about the fact that my wife was only twenty inches tall. He then turned to Jasper and pointed out she was nearly as tall as Alice.
Jasper and I took one look at each other and with a nod of agreement we chased Emmett deep into the woods. A couple of hours later we returned to the house with ripped clothes and smiles on our faces. Tossing Emmett through the forest is an excellent way to let off steam and to celebrate. Jasper agrees with me.
Eighteen years, in eighteen years I'm going to be with the human woman that will become my wife. Alice assures me that the vision of our wedding is still solid. The vision of the accident in the parking lot is no longer firm. My decision to keep her safe during inclement weather seems to have averted that particular outcome.
Knowing that she is actually on this earth with me is an amazing feeling. On the one hand I want to rush to Washington and see her. I want to see her grow. But the moment I thought that Alice shook her head no. She didn't see anything in particular, but she said she felt that that would be a very bad decision. She said she'd know when the time was right. We've all come to trust Alice's feelings and her intuition about our future. I'm not willing to go against her in this situation. Too much is at stake.
Today is an auspicious day. My wife-to-be was born in Forks, Washington. Alice saw her meeting her father for the first time. A man wearing a Forks' sheriff's uniform was holding a baby in his arms. His eyes were suspiciously bright as he cuddled the infant close to his chest. The baby startled as he kissed her on the forehead and he smiled widely at a woman sitting up in a hospital bed even as he soothed the baby back to sleep. She motioned for him to put the baby in a bassinet. He stood, then leaned over to put her inside and there, at the top of the isolette, was a pink card with the baby's information on it:
Name: Isabella Marie Swan
Parents: Charlie and Renee Swan
Date: September 13, 1987
Born: 5:12 p.m. September 13, 1987
Length: 20 inches
Weight: 7.8 pounds
He turned to the woman in the bed and I read his lips as he said, Bella, I'm going to call her Bella. Isabella is too big of a handle for such a little girl. Bella, her name is Bella! I can't tell how many times I've said her name already, both in my mind and with my voice.
The women in our family cooed over the pictures that Alice and I drew. A couple of hours after the vision Emmett handed me a handful of bubblegum cigars with the words It's a Wife printed on the wrappers. Then he challenged me to chew them and blow bubbles. I declined. He did tease me about the fact that my wife was only twenty inches tall. He then turned to Jasper and pointed out she was nearly as tall as Alice.
Jasper and I took one look at each other and with a nod of agreement we chased Emmett deep into the woods. A couple of hours later we returned to the house with ripped clothes and smiles on our faces. Tossing Emmett through the forest is an excellent way to let off steam and to celebrate. Jasper agrees with me.
Eighteen years, in eighteen years I'm going to be with the human woman that will become my wife. Alice assures me that the vision of our wedding is still solid. The vision of the accident in the parking lot is no longer firm. My decision to keep her safe during inclement weather seems to have averted that particular outcome.
Knowing that she is actually on this earth with me is an amazing feeling. On the one hand I want to rush to Washington and see her. I want to see her grow. But the moment I thought that Alice shook her head no. She didn't see anything in particular, but she said she felt that that would be a very bad decision. She said she'd know when the time was right. We've all come to trust Alice's feelings and her intuition about our future. I'm not willing to go against her in this situation. Too much is at stake.
