They were very beautiful, Carlisle had explained quickly, seeing my reaction. So endearing, so enchanting, you can't imagine. You had to be near them to love them; it was an automatic thing.
Breaking Dawn, p. 33
He was beautiful, adorable, just as Carlisle had described. The boy was a toddler still, maybe two years of age. Light brown curls framed his cherubic face with its round cheeks and full lips. And he was trembling, his eyes closed as if he was too frightened to watch death coming closer every second.
....The child opened his bright, bloodred eyes.
Breaking Dawn, p. 36-37