It took over an hour to get the bullet out of Mason's shoulder... It was another day before he was in a stable condition... It all felt like a dream.. a nightmare.
I remember passing out against Jake, listening to the gentle thud of his heartbeat, hearing in my subconcsious the acceleration with every high and low of Mason's recovery... him whispering in my ear through salty, warm tears that he was going to be alright, but physically not being able to lift myself up to see... Opening my eyes as I watched without thinking, Carlisle and my father working feverishly over Mason, covered in blood...
But I couldn't get up, you needed a heart to function, and mine was broken. I hurt for Mason, and Elizabeth, neither of which had any control over this crazy world we had brought them into.. I hurt for Jake, who fell in love with a woman who carried the baggage that I brought and all that it ensued... I hurt for my family who would have happily continued their feud with the werewolves till the end of time, and now were with them every waking hour... talking, laughing, operating, caring.... loving them..
The only guest present at this pity party was me, my family.... my family was thankful for their relationship with the werewolves, thankful for my family, Jake's family... our amazing children, our future's, to which they dedicated much thought everyday, Jake, who had never been happier than he was since the birth of our children...
And, I realized, it wasn't just the extraordinary that had to deal with things beyond their control... Everyone had to hold their head high and make it through problems, especially those with children...
This was never more true than on this day, and I would never give my children something broken, I slowly worked in my subconscious to piece my broken heart back together, pull myself back up... I felt Jake sleeping under my cheek, and tried to lift myself as carefully as possible. I rubbed my eyes and saw Mason watching me, my father by his side.
"I told him he should rest, but he was worried about you.." my father said.
I laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his shaggy hair from his brow... he looked so much like his father..."You, were worried about me? Honey, I'll be fine you need to get some rest."
"Well, I know you worry about me Ma, and you were talking and tossing and turning in your sleep, you only do that when your really worried... So, I couldn't sleep until I knew you were okay..." he said, letting his eyes full of worry, sheepishly look away from my face...
I could feel the tears well up in my eyes, and I took a deep breath, not wanting to let him see the pain... and love... "Mason, you are one crazy kid... and I love you.." I said, wiping a tear from his cheek, "I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere, you get some rest, okay."
He gently shook his head, and lay his face into my hand, immediately slipping into unconsciousness... Just like his father, I thought laughing...
I could breath now, I looked up into my father's eyes, filled with understanding... and next to him Leah was passed out, snoring sitting straight up in a chair, her hand resting on Mason's leg...
"I tried to get her to go lie down, but she growled at me..." my father said, he stood up kissing me on the forehead, smoothing my hair... and I felt my mother come in and lay her hand on my other arm, I could feel the cool touch of her skin through my sweater and was instantly comforted.. I leaned into her, hugging her as she stroked my hair...
"How did it go with Charlie?" I asked leaning back...
I saw the glance between my father and she, and looked at him, a playful glint, shimmering in his eye...
"Well...." she said, "Apparently, Elizabeth's been keeping a few things to herself these days..."
As Always With Love Renesmee Cullen-Black as interpreted by Elizabeth Queen
I remember passing out against Jake, listening to the gentle thud of his heartbeat, hearing in my subconcsious the acceleration with every high and low of Mason's recovery... him whispering in my ear through salty, warm tears that he was going to be alright, but physically not being able to lift myself up to see... Opening my eyes as I watched without thinking, Carlisle and my father working feverishly over Mason, covered in blood...
But I couldn't get up, you needed a heart to function, and mine was broken. I hurt for Mason, and Elizabeth, neither of which had any control over this crazy world we had brought them into.. I hurt for Jake, who fell in love with a woman who carried the baggage that I brought and all that it ensued... I hurt for my family who would have happily continued their feud with the werewolves till the end of time, and now were with them every waking hour... talking, laughing, operating, caring.... loving them..
The only guest present at this pity party was me, my family.... my family was thankful for their relationship with the werewolves, thankful for my family, Jake's family... our amazing children, our future's, to which they dedicated much thought everyday, Jake, who had never been happier than he was since the birth of our children...
And, I realized, it wasn't just the extraordinary that had to deal with things beyond their control... Everyone had to hold their head high and make it through problems, especially those with children...
"To have a child is to make a conscious decision for ones heart to walk outside of their body..."
This was never more true than on this day, and I would never give my children something broken, I slowly worked in my subconscious to piece my broken heart back together, pull myself back up... I felt Jake sleeping under my cheek, and tried to lift myself as carefully as possible. I rubbed my eyes and saw Mason watching me, my father by his side.
"I told him he should rest, but he was worried about you.." my father said.
I laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his shaggy hair from his brow... he looked so much like his father..."You, were worried about me? Honey, I'll be fine you need to get some rest."
"Well, I know you worry about me Ma, and you were talking and tossing and turning in your sleep, you only do that when your really worried... So, I couldn't sleep until I knew you were okay..." he said, letting his eyes full of worry, sheepishly look away from my face...
I could feel the tears well up in my eyes, and I took a deep breath, not wanting to let him see the pain... and love... "Mason, you are one crazy kid... and I love you.." I said, wiping a tear from his cheek, "I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere, you get some rest, okay."
He gently shook his head, and lay his face into my hand, immediately slipping into unconsciousness... Just like his father, I thought laughing...
I could breath now, I looked up into my father's eyes, filled with understanding... and next to him Leah was passed out, snoring sitting straight up in a chair, her hand resting on Mason's leg...
"I tried to get her to go lie down, but she growled at me..." my father said, he stood up kissing me on the forehead, smoothing my hair... and I felt my mother come in and lay her hand on my other arm, I could feel the cool touch of her skin through my sweater and was instantly comforted.. I leaned into her, hugging her as she stroked my hair...
"How did it go with Charlie?" I asked leaning back...
I saw the glance between my father and she, and looked at him, a playful glint, shimmering in his eye...
"Well...." she said, "Apparently, Elizabeth's been keeping a few things to herself these days..."
As Always With Love Renesmee Cullen-Black as interpreted by Elizabeth Queen
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