The Meadow by Jerri Lynn
The meadow was a peaceful, happy place today. Patches of summer daisies interrupted the grass with splashes of white and yellow. I lay back, ignoring the slight dampness of the ground, and looked for pictures in the clouds. They were too even, too smooth. No pictures, just a soft, gray blanket.
Edward lay next to me and held my hand.
"August thirteenth?" he asked casually after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
"That gives me a month till my birthday. I didn't want to cut it too close."
He sighed. "Esme is three years older than Carlisle -- technically. Did you know that?"
I shook my head.
"It hasn't made any difference to them."
My voice was serene, a counterpoint to his anxiety. "My age is not really that important. Edward, I'm ready. I've chosen my life -- now I want to start living it."
-Bella Swan and Edward Cullen, Eclipse, page 615-616
Original paper piecing pattern by Cat. Block pieced by Jerri Lynn.