Bare Skeletons ↠ Rosalie Hale [3] ✓

05

The sound of a soft cry filled the air around Beau's bedroom. Followed by a quick shuffling and a muffled sigh of relief. He could hear Rosalie's voice, talking softly and soothing the new member of their family.

Stopping the movements of his paintbrush, Beau Swan placed the bristles into the water and swished them around before leaving the stool in front of his easel. Making his way into the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom, Beau washed the acrylic paint from his hands before heading towards the small open space of his and Rosalie's shared bedroom.

Standing there was Rosalie, cradling a soft bundle to her chest. The bundle was whimpering softly, suckling at the bottle Rosalie was holding to it's mouth. The blood inside of the bottle was a startling twist on the normal manila colored formula a regular baby would have.

"How is she?" Beau asked, watching Rosalie cock her head to the side to look at him.

"She's alright. Just hungry," Was her reply, before she was softly laughing at something Renesmee did in her arms. The baby's small chubby fist lifted into the air and landed gently against Rosalie's cheek, saying something with the gift she'd been born with.

 Rosalie then turned around, revealing his niece's angel face to him. Her perfect, little round head was covered in thick bronze curls. She stared at him with bewildered but childish chocolate brown eyes that belonged to her mother. Her skin was a sleek ivory color, with a soft pink flush to her cheeks that also gave away who he mother was.

"Renesmee," Beau said, using a soft voice as the girl smiled at her name.

The baby revealed a set of milky white teeth when she recognized his voice. Beau moved forwards, stretching out his arms and gently grasping the abnormally intelligent baby from his mate's arms.

Instantly, Renesmee was cooing, pressing her warm face against Beau's icy chest. Contentment filled Beau's chest as he held her tightly; his fingers ghosting softly over her bronze curls. Slowly, his niece brought her hand upwards to cup his cheek.

Instantly reading the message she sent him, Beau motioned towards the blood red bottle. Rosalie was quick to snatch the thing of Renesmee's desire and watched with a fond expression as Beau placed the nipple of the bottle against his niece's mouth. Renesmee latched onto the plastic, sucking viciously with hunger though she just got done drinking a few moments ago.

"Bella's going to be waking up soon," Rosalie said suddenly, her face going still as she tried to listen to what was going on downstairs.

Beau listened, hearing the sounds of Carlisle and Edward taking about Bella. He nodded his head, still running ghostly touches along Renesmee's curls. The baby was listening to their conversation whilst drinking in Beau's arms. Her eyes, unlike a typical newborn's, were watching the exchange in between her god-mother and god-father like she understood everything.

He wouldn't doubt it if she did.

"Let's take her downstairs," Beau said, watching Rosalie nod before she moving out of the room. He lifted Renesmee slightly, placing her legs on either side of his hip as he moved out of the room and down the hall.

Emmett was in the living room, watching a football game as Jacob leaned against the glass wall, eating a sandwich. Carlisle was at the table, typing on his computer, seemingly to have retreated there after talking to Edward about Bella.

As soon as Beau entered the room, Jacob's eyes latched onto the stunning baby in his arms. The werewolf's eyes softened, and Beau felt himself stiffen in response. Renesmee fussed only a bit in his arms, placing a hand against his cheek to tell him that she wanted to see Jacob now.