"It looks like I was off on the date, Claire." Carlisle told me Sunday morning. I was hooked up to a monitor and I was watching my son-Carlisle had just told me that it really was a boy. The icy jelly crap was smeared all over my stomach and I sat there alone; Cody refused to come. Which was fine by me.
"I guess I'm so used to telling people human dates." he smiled wryly. "But it has some of the qualities that Renesmee had. Just slower because of the werewolf part. I'm so excited to see…" I stopped listening. I was too busy looking at my son, grinning like a fool.
Carlisle had told me everything was fine and that he expected my son-it still gave me goose bumps to say it-to come around March 26th. Though he told me not to worry, I couldn't help but think of all the things that could go wr
