Isabella nuzzled the little girl in her arms with her nose, inhaling the sweet, distinctive little girl smell Emma always had. She looked at her in question when she felt her tiny hands tap on her arm. She smiled and nodded her head. "Yep, that's Uncle Edward. Can you say hi?" she asked when she saw where Emma was pointing and looked at her husband. She couldn't help but frown at the brief flash of pain she saw flit across his face but it was gone as quickly as it had come. He stepped forward and ran his hand down Emma's hair and kissed the top of her head.
"Hi, pretty girl," he said, sounding a bit afraid, which was just plain silly as far as Isabella was concerned.
Emma was an exceedingly outgoing child and though she was a bit hesitant with Edward because he hadn't been around her very much, she still lifted her arms to him. He looked at Isabella with wide eyes and she laughed at him. "Edward, she won't break. Hold her for a minute."
Edward reached out and lifted the little girl from his wife's arms and as soon as he held her against his chest and she wrapped her little hands around his neck, Edward...melted.
Like, full-on, big ole puddle of Edward goo.
"You sure are a pretty little thing." Edward laughed softly when she snuggled right up in the crook of his neck. He walked around with her for a few minutes and held onto her, rubbing her back and talking quietly to her.
She picked her head up after a time and pointed back toward the playground and said, "Play wif me?"
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