"Really?"

"It seems a fairly even divide."

"She was warm-blooded," I remembered.

"Yes. She has a heartbeat, though it runs a little bit faster than a human's. Her temperature is a little bit
hotter than usual, too. She sleeps."

"Really?"

"Quite well for a newborn. The only parents in the world who don't need sleep, and our child already
sleeps through the night." He chuckled.

I liked the way he said our child. The words made her more real.

"She has exactly your color eyes—so that didn't get lost, after all." He smiled at me. "They're so
beautiful."

"And the vampire parts?" I asked.

"Her skin seems about as impenetrable as ours. Not that anyone would dream of testing that."

I blinked at him, a little shocked.

"Of course no one would," he assured me again. "Her diet... well, she prefers to drink blood. Carlisle
continues to try to persuade her to drink some baby formula, too, but she doesn't have much patience
with it. Can't say that I

blame her—nasty-smelling stuff, even for human food."

I gaped openly at him now. He made it sound like they were having conversations. "Persuade her?"

"She's intelligent, shockingly so, and progressing at an immense pace. Though she doesn't speak
—yet—she communicates quite effectively."

"Doesn't. Speak. Yet"