𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 & 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 | ❝You want to eat everyone you see and I don't want to eat at all. Sounds to me like we'd be great friends.❞
In which an anorexic girl believed losing was the only way to win the game. Or, alternatively, Rory Swan's road to re...
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THEY WERE ALL STARING.
Everyone was staring at Rory Swan.
She sat on the floor with the newly born Renesmee, or as Rory preferred, Ren. A small smile tugged on Rory's face. Upon her niece's birth, Rory had decided she would distance herself as much as she can for as long as possible. She'd hate herself if she was the reason something happened to Renesmee, after all. But then Edward had a talk with her the same night Bella died.
"Look, if you want to kill me or kick me out of the family or punch me in the face or... whatever, I totally understand—" Rory had rambled.
"I'm not going to do any of those things," Edward had said. "While I do find you rather annoying at times, I'm not going to do any of that."
"Oh..." Rory had trailed off. "I... But... Why?"
Edward sighed. "Look, Rory. Maybe it's my fault for tuning out your thoughts for so long, but Bella would hate me if I kept you away from our daughter. She would want you to be in Renesmee's life, especially if Bella didn't survive the change."
Rory remembered scoffing and folding her arms over her chest. "Yeah, well, that was way before we knew I was Ren's fucking blood singer," she had retorted. Rory faltered. "How are you so calm right now? What, did you smoke a pound of weed or something?"
Edward had laughed and shaken his head. "No," he had revealed. "Frankly, I'd be a hypocrite if I were upset with you. Sure, I'm worried about Renesmee's safety, but Bella was my blood singer before now. I was careful, and now she's my wife."
Rory had narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you suggesting that I want to marry—?"
"No," interrupted Edward. "All I'm saying is... I'm on your side. I've seen your immense self-control, so I trust that you can learn to control yourself the same way I did with your sister. I can't tell you how Bella will react when she completes the transition, but I'm here for you. We're family now, remember?"
Though unexpected, what Edward said to Rory was reassuring. It eased her nerves knowing that the father of her blood singer was prepared to come to Rory's defense, even though the matter concerned his own daughter. Edward must have gathered quite a lot of faith in his sister-in-law to believe she could be composed and strong like him, to believe she could overcome a thirst like this.
