I let myself be guided to the room that Edward and I shared.
Esme and Alice lay down on the bed with me as I cried. I’m not sure how long we
lay on the bed. But, Esme was gently running her fingers through my hair while
Alice was holding my hand as I curled up against her shoulder. Carlisle had
come into the house, walking into my bedroom. He was a bit bedraggled and wet.
My brows furrowed.
“Carlisle, why are you dripping lake water all over my
carpeting?” Esme admonished.
“I got thrown into Lake Michigan,” he said, giving his wife
a sheepish grin. “Edward is having a newborn temper tantrum.” He shot me a
look, giving me a sympathetic look. “Initially it was over the girl and her
baby, but now, he’s having a fit over how he treated Bella. He feels guilty for
even entertaining the idea of hurting her.”
I sat up, wanting to go to him.
“Stay, Bella,” Alice said as she hugged me. “It’ll be a few
hours before he can get control over his emotions.” He’s hurting, Bells. He feels horribly about the girl but even more so
about you. He loves you so much but the fact that he was so blinded by his
anger and bloodlust that he could even entertain the idea of hurting you is
making him feel like a monster.
“He’s not,” I whispered.
“He’s a newborn. We expected this,” Carlisle said as he took
my hand, dripping some on the bed. “I’m surprised it took this long for his
anger to manifest itself.”
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