I was completely awestruck as I looked across the room.
I noticed things I could never even imagine with my human qualities. I could see the bookcase across the room, filled to the brim with worn, colorful books. I could read the fine print from across the room. I could see the covers chipping. I saw the light and darksides of the dust motes as they danced in and out of the sunbeams streaked across the room. I experimentally blinked my eyes and refocused on it all, in addition, testing whether what I had seen was real.
The process took less than a millisecond before my sight was restored. I looked outside the windows and the beauty of the outside world startled me into taking a breath. The action felt wrong at first because it didn't fix the sensation I was so used to as a human: the need to breath. I didn't need the air, it was unnecessary.
Although, that didn't mean I didn't enjoy it. As I inhaled I could taste the air around me. The stale air of the room and the sweet, cool air from the open door. I could taste a floral smell on my tongue, and realized I was holding a small bouquet of roses. Another smell lingered in the air, something so familiar that I couldn't place it. Something musky, sweet, light, and pleasant. I ran through a list of smells in my head, but there was no match. I took another breath trying to pin it down, but I had no such luck.
I listened to the house. I could hear floorboards creek as someone walked around the main floor. I could hear their quiet voices, and the TV they were watching turn off. I could hear the trees shake in the light breeze and the birds singing in them. I just barely noticed the faint roar of an engine, and I wondered if I could hear the freeway from where I lay.
Wanting to get a better view I stood up. It wasn't careful or slow like it should have been. As soon as the thought came to my mind I was already were I wanted to be. My body had respond and performed the action in less than a second.
"Bella?" The voice was timid and low, but I could hear it perfectly. I recognized it, and that forced a grin over my face.
I turned to face my lover, my Jasper. He flinched at my sudden, jerking movements. I harshly exhaled the breath I had been holding in as I looked at his face. A panic surged through me as I looked over him. Scars crisscrossed over nearly every inch of his face. I thought he had gotten hurt while I was unconscious, but I soon realized I could just see the scars that had already existed but with more clarity.
I smiled in relief. I rushed to his side, trapping him in a hug. The air was forced out of his lungs as I trapped him in my arms.
"Ow," He mumbled, but still returned the hug, "Darlin' you're a lot stronger than all of us right now. Maybe go a bit slower next time."
"Sorry," I whispered. I was shocked by my voice. It was light and melodic. It almost reminded me of a bell.
I experimentally lifted my hand to Jasper's face. I moved as slowly as I could, carefully tracing his lips, cheekbones, nose, and under his eyelids. I studied the face I thought I had known so well, but I now realized I had been nearly blind to. His beauty left me in awe. I stared at his lips, wondering what they might taste like now. I hesitantly moved my lips to his, still shocked that I was stronger than him. I had never truly thought it possible, not really. The Cullens' were just so strong.
I kissed Jasper slowly, taking in every sensation. The way my body fit against his. The way his lips were soft and sweet. The way his breath tingled against my face. The way his body felt warm now.
"Bella," He spoke between kisses, "As much as I'm enjoying this, shouldn't we hunt? Aren't you thirsty?"
As soon as he spoke the words I noticed the burning sensation at the back of my throat. I had been mildly aware of it, the way I was aware of my heartbeat as a human, but now that I had felt it it was the only thing I could think about. I was very thirsty.
I just nodded my head, fearful that talking would make the burn worse. I tried swallowing, but it didn't affect my thirst much at all.
"Come on, I'll teach you," Jasper said taking my hand in his.
We walked towards the window and a sudden memory reminded me of what I had forgotten. I had somehow forgotten what all of this was for. My baby. My child. I hadn't seen her. Was she okay?
I gasped and placed my hands on my, now flat, stomach, "My butterfly, is she okay? Is she here?"
Jasper grinned massively, "Bella, I have something to tell you... They are both safe. We have two beautiful boys. Listen you can hear their heartbeats."
The words didn't seem to register in my mind. I listened downstairs at the two small fluttering heartbeats that aligned perfectly. I couldn't help but smile.
Two boys. My boys.
"What's their names?" I asked softly.
Jasper chuckled and held my hand, "Well we found that book of baby names, and we chose the ones you circled, Jesse and Morgan."
My insides felt oddly warm, "Let's go hunt so I can see them. I need to see them."