A/N: Hey, this is the first oneshot I've written, I really hope you enjoy it!
It doesn't have any lemons, it's just a happy, family oneshot!
Bpov
I'd just finished reading to Renesmee, we were currently reading poems by John frost, for Renesmee had taking the same liking to my beloved wuthering heights as her farther did all those years ago.
Renesmee's warm had patted my face impatiently, and images of me reading the poem "the road not taken" too her filled my mind. I was glad I was the one reading, usually it's her, and this scares me. I looked down at my child, our child, and smiled. She rolled her eyes at me. So much like Edward, I thought, and I began reading to her.
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference. "
The poem came to an end. Funny how much I should relate to this poem. Two roads, I thought, Edward and Jacob. As much as I'm still kinda pissed that Jacob imprinted on my baby, I was pleased that things worked out the way they did. Pleased that Ness had someone to keep her safe when me and Edward couldn't.
"Moma?" Renesmee sighed sleepily "I love you"
"I love you to Ness, more than my own life" I whispered back.
Her bronze curls sprawled around her, even though she was the height of a 9 year old now, she was only 3. She had Edwards's tendencies in every way possible, from rolling her eyes, and throwing fits when she didn't get her own way. And boy did we know about them.
A song on the piano broke through my thoughts. My song. Edwards calling me.
I walked at a human pace to Carlisle and Esme's house; ours was too small for a piano, not that we minded.
I wondered through the front door and silently sat next to Edward, my soul mate, on the piano bench.
"Hello love. Is Renesmee asleep?" he inquired
"yeah.. I love you Edward" I responded, suddenly overcome with emotions "so much"
"I love you too Bella, I was nothing before I found you. You've given me everything" he said, kissing me sweetly, one hand still playing chords perfectly on the piano.
"Teach me Edward" I said "Teach me to play the piano" I asked kissing him again, he's so beautiful.
He smiled at me, and his eyes turned a darker shade of topaz with lust.
"Of course my love, my Bella, but not tonight. There are other things I have planned" he explained wickedly.
He swept me up and ran at an inhuman speed towards the cottage
"Eager?" I asked cocking an eye brow
"For you love? Always." He said. And he proved it, all night long.
A/N: What did you think? Should I do another oneshot?
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