A/N: Sorry for the long wait and short chapter. Please review! It makes me write faster!
The newfound idea of me drinking blood didn't settle well. I swallowed hard. "Blood makes me sort of… sick."
Bella grinned. "I used to be the same way. All it took was a single drop of blood for the room to start spinning. When I got pregnant with Renesmee, I had to drink blood to keep her strong. I thought it would be absolutely horrible, but since my body needed it so badly, it actually tasted pretty good. It barely grossed me out after a while."
I shrugged. "Still sounds pretty gross to me, but I guess if my body needs it, then I don't really have a choice."
"You get used to it. I promise," Bella said, still smiling. I grinned back awkwardly.
They all stared at me in silence for a few moments before Renesmee spoke quietly. "Momma, I'm tired," she said tugging on Bella's hand.
"Well, it's getting late, I guess we better go take her to bed," Edward said, scooping his daughter up and holding Bella's hand. They turned and swept gracefully out the back door.
"Um, I should probably get some sleep too. I'm pretty tired," I said, trying to politely suggest that they stop staring at me.
"I'll show you to your room," Carlisle said, extending his hand to help me up. I took it and gently lifted myself from the couch.
The guest room, which Carlisle informed me would now become my room, was painted a light blue, with matching curtains. The bedspread was navy with light swirls to match the walls. I was amazed to find that even the sheets matched perfectly.
"Thank you for everything, sir," I said smiling to Carlisle. He flashed me a dazzling smile.
"You're very welcome. And please, you don't need to call me sir. I'll go find you some pajamas; I think something of Esme's would fit. The bathroom is just across the hall, and towels are in the closet next door, if you'd like to shower."
I thanked him before taking a quick bath, changing into Esme's pajamas and settling onto my bed. I switched off the lamp beside me and drifted to sleep.