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My little nudger, the one who loved me from the inside, too. Half Edward, perfect and lovely. And half me—which, surprisingly, made her better rather than detracting.
I puzzled over it, watching him stare at my daughter. Staring at her like… like he was a blind man seeing the sun for the very first time. “No!” I gasped.
“You stupid mutt! How could you? My baby!”
“How dare you imprint on my baby? Have you lost your mind?” “It was involuntary!”
“No!” Jacob was insisting at the same time. “How can you even look at it that way? She’s just a baby, for crying out loud!” “That’s my point!” I yelled. “You know I don’t think of her that way! Do you think Edward would have let me live this long if I did? All I want is for her to be safe and happy—is that so bad? So different from what you want?”
“It’s not possible. Do you remember how much you wanted me around three days ago? How hard it was to be apart from each other? That’s gone for you now, isn’t it?” I glared, not sure what he was implying. “That was her,” he told me. “From the very beginning. We had to be together, even then.”
He kind of makes it sound like a mutual feeling here
“You nicknamed my daughter after the Loch Ness Monster?”
Of course, I already knew that Renesmee wasn’t venomous. I was the first person she’d bitten.
because the most absolute of all the pack’s laws was that no wolf ever kill the object of another wolf’s imprinting.
The pain of such a thing would be intolerable for the whole pack.
The fault, whether intended or accidental, could ...
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It had happened long ago, Seth told me, but on...
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her memory eyes did not leave Jacob through all the following mess.
I got the distinct impression that she was glad Seth had put himself in front of my spring. She didn’t want Jacob hurt. He was hers.
“It’s just because he tastes better than the rest of us,” Edward assured me, voice stiff with his own annoyance.
“I can’t understand,” Jasper said. “I can’t bear this.” I watched in surprise as Jasper strode out the back door.
“He’s wondering if the newborn madness is really as difficult as we’ve always thought, or if, with the right focus and attitude, anyone could do as well as Bella. Even now—perhaps he only has such difficulty because he believes it’s natural and unavoidable. Maybe if he expected more of himself, he would rise to those expectations. You’re making him question a lot of deep-rooted assumptions, Bella.”
Mesmerized, I watched her dreams. There was no sense to it. Just colors and shapes and faces. I was pleased by how often my face—both of my faces, hideous human and glorious immortal—cropped up in her unconscious thoughts. More than Edward or Rosalie. I was neck and neck with Jacob; I tried not to let that get to me.
For the first time, I understood how Edward had been able to watch me sleep night after boring night, just to hear me talk in my sleep. I could watch Renesmee dream forever.
