He kissed me tenderly, adoringly; I forgot the crowd, the place, the time, the
reason… only remembering that he loved me, that he wanted me, that I was his.
He began the kiss, and he had to end it; I clung to him, ignoring the titters and
the throat-clearing in the audience. Finally, his hands restrained my face and he
pulled back—too soon—to look at me. On the surface his sudden smile was
amused, almost a smirk. But underneath his momentary entertainment at my
public exhibition was a deep joy that echoed my own.
The crowd erupted into applause, and he turned our bodies to face our friends
and family. I couldn’t look away from his face to see them.
“Edward had just called my little nudger a thing. He said Carlisle would get it out.
"No,” I whispered.
I’d gotten it wrong before. He didn’t care about the baby at all. He wanted to hurt him. The beautiful picture in my head shifted abruptly, changed into something dark. My pretty baby crying, my weak arms not enough to protect him…“ - Breaking Dawn, Unexpected
What was the point of going any farther? Nothing lingered here. Nothing more than the memories that I could have called back whenever I wanted to, if I was ever willing to endure the corresponding pain — the pain that had me now, had me cold. There was nothing special about this place without him. I wasn’t exactly sure what I’d hoped to feel here, but the meadow was empty of atmosphere, empty of everything, just like everywhere else. Just like my nightmares.
This was the time of day when I wished I were able to sleep. High school. Or was purgatory the right word? If there was any way to atone for my sins, this ought to count toward the tally in some measure. The tedium was not something I grew used to; every day seemed more impossibly monotonous than the last.
↪ Renesmee, Bella, and Jacob catching snowflakes “….She was staring at the snowflakes fluttering high above her head, melting before they could stick to the yellowed grass in the long arrow-shaped meadow that we were standing in. Her ruffled ivory dress was just a shade darker than the snow, and her reddish-brown curls managed to shimmer, though the sun was buried deeply behind the clouds.
As we watched, she crouched for an instant and then sprang fifteen feet up into the air. Her little hands closed around a flake and she dropped lightly to her feet. She turned to us with her shocking smile - truly, it wasn’t something you could get used to - and opened her hands to show us the perfectly formed eight-point ice star in her palm before it melted.” - Breaking Dawn, Travel Plans