(Book 4)Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer

Author:Stephenie Meyer
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2013-06-07T18:30:00+00:00

“Do I get to hear the joke?”

“It's not a very good one,” I told him as he led the way to the little rounded door. “I was just

thinking–today is the first and last day of forever. It's kind of hard to wrap my head around it.

Even with all this extra room for wrapping.” I laughed again.

He chuckled with me. He held his hand out toward the doorknob, waiting for me to do the

honors. I stuck the key in the lock and turned it.

“You're such a natural at this, Bella; I forget how very strange this all must be for you. I wish I

could hear it.” He ducked down and yanked me up into his arms so fast that I didn't see it

coming–and that was really something.

“Hey!”

“Thresholds are part of my job description,” he reminded me. “But I'm curious. Tell me what

you're thinking about right now.”

He opened the door–it fell back with a barely audible creak–and stepped through into the little

stone living room.

“Everything,” I told him. “All at the same time, you know. Good things and things to worry

about and things that are new. How I keep using too many superlatives in my head. Right now,

I'm thinking that Esme is an artist. It's so perfect!”

The cottage room was something from a fairy tale. The floor was a crazy quilt of smooth, flat

stones. The low ceiling had long exposed beams that someone as tall as Jacob would surely

knock his head on. The walls were warm wood in some places, stone mosaics in others. The

beehive fireplace in the corner held the remains of a slow flickering fire. It was driftwood

burning there–the low flames were blue and green from the salt.

It was furnished in eclectic pieces, not one of them matching another, but harmonious just the

same. One chair seemed vaguely medieval, while a low ottoman by the fire was more

contemporary and the stocked bookshelf against the far window reminded me of movies set in

Italy. Somehow each piece fit together with the others like a big three-dimensional puzzle.

There were a few paintings on the walls that I recognized–some of my very favorites from the

big house. Priceless originals, no doubt, but they seemed to belong here, too, like all the rest.

It was a place where anyone could believe magic existed. A place where you just expected

Snow White to walk right in with her apple in hand, or a unicorn to stop and nibble at the

rosebushes.

Edward had always thought that he belonged to the world of horror stories. Of course, I'd

known he was dead wrong. It was obvious that he belonged here. In a fairy tale.

And now I was in the story with him.

I was about to take advantage of the fact that he hadn't gotten around to setting me back on my

feet and that his wits-scramblingly beautiful face was only inches away when he said, “We're

lucky Esme thought to add an extra room. No one was planning for Ness–Renesmee.”

I frowned at him, my thoughts channeled down a less pleasant path.

“Not you, too,” I complained.

“Sorry, love. I hear it in their thoughts all the time, you know.

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