The beggining of this story's on my site if you want to see it!
I took a deep breathe and open my eyes, only to find the angel face baby looking into mine. He was beautiful. As beutiful as my mom and dad. And Jacob. And Emmet. And aunt Rose and Alice. And Jasper. Even Grandma and Grandpa. How was this a possibility with Jacob and I? How did this beautiful baby hurt my insides for six months, and yet im better then okay today?
I lifted my arms to hold my little EJ for the first time. He was warm. As warm as Jacob and probably as warm as me. I couldn't see anything or anyone but the child in my arms.
"EJ" I wispered. Jacob was hugging my shoulders now. Looking at us, astonished. EJ's hair was black; like Jacobs, but his skin tone was not quite as dark as his. His eyes, big, dark and bold; like Jacobs. My baby; perfect; like his father.
"Beautiful" I wispered. Jacob tightend his hold. He kissed the side of my forehead.
My baby's little fingers reached up to touch my face. A swirm of colors went through my mind. I gasped aloud.
"Nessie, what is it?" Carlisle was suddenly at my side; curious.
"Carlisle, he has a gift like mine..." i wispered. I tore my eyes, unwillingly, from my baby boy and looked at grandpa.
"Hmmm.." He was smiling widely; curiousity. I grinned and moved to face Jacob. He was staring at our baby and had his mouth hanging open, like a big O.
"Jake, are you okay?" I asked. He nodded and looked at me in the eyes.
"Are you okay babe?" He asked quickly. He looked worried.
I nodded. "Of course, better than okay actually." I widend my grin at him.
He took my face in his hands to cradle it. Before i could assure him i was better; he interrupted with a kiss.