Favorite Blanket and Mr. Gordo

Getting to know Ness, er Renesme, was pretty darn easy. The kid had totally captivated Buffy from the moment she was put in her arms. What was unexpected was the way the child, who she had been told never to call Ness again because she was most certainly not going to be nick named after the Loch-Ness Monster, communicated with her. She put her chubby little hand on her face and simply showed her all the parts of her life.

And Buffy fell a little bit in love with the little nudger. Sure, the fact that the kid could remember and convey to her almost everything from her life from birth was a little … uncomfortable, but she wasn’t the only one with weird abilities.

“Are all of your kind able to do these kinds of things?” she asked Edward right after she got her first full dose. Bella had gone to the main house to find someone called Jacob.

“Not all of us, but Renesme seems to have gotten gifts that are exactly the opposite of what Bella and I can do.”

She looked up from the cute little hurricane. “Meaning?”

“Bella can keep people out of her mind and I can read minds, Renesme can do the opposite by showing you her life. One talent doing two things. So far no one has been able to keep her out.”

She cleared her throat as she watched the girl play with toys that were much too advanced for a weeks old baby to play with and considered what he had just told her. He was a mind reader. Could that be why he was watching her so closely before?

“I can’t read you.”

She raised her brow. “Are you sure? Because you just answered my question.”

He smiled. “I can’t read your mind, but your face is another story.”

She glowered. She was going to have to work on being more indefinable if she was going to be hanging around much longer.

That’s when the door opened and Bella came back in with a man pixie-like woman with short hair and fabulous taste in clothes and a tall man with blonde hair. Buffy felt like she was wrapped up in her favorite blanket holding Mr. Gordo. All was right in the world.

Until the blonde man stilled abruptly. Pixie was looking from him to Buffy and back again and Buffy suddenly felt cold and anxious.

What was going on?

Blondie zoomed up to her almost faster than she could see, picked her up off the floor by her forearms and raised her to his eye level before whispering roughly.

“Myra?”

Buffy moved her head to the side, looked at Bella and raised her brow.

“Huh?”

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