Chapter 1

This is my first story written for Twilight. I love the series and have read the books 2 times. I hope you enjoy!!! Trust me, I don't own Twilgiht…. Meyer does!

Bella POV

Morning. The sky is beautiful, with pinks and oranges painted across the surface. I walk out of the master bedroom and into Renesmee's room. Edward went out around 4 this morning to prepare for Charlie's arrival this afternoon…..it's his birthday and we want it to be very special.

"Goodmorning, Nessie! How did you sleep?", I cooed. I don't really miss sleeping but I'm jealous of how my daughter gets those rare moments of piece at night.

"Momma! I wanna see Jakey! I wanna! Where's daddy? I miss him! I want DADDY!!"

I sigh and pull Renesmee out of her crib. She's growing so fast, me and Edward have to go shopping soon to get her a real bed. I hope that I'm prone enough not to crave human blood…. Gosh, being a newborn vampire is hard!

"Momma!!!! I. Am. HUNGRY!!!", Nessi screams.

I sigh. Yeesh, she is SO talkative lately! I feel like a bad parent; why can't I teach her good habits? Teach her to listen to every command, like a well-trained dog? Speaking of dogs…..there is a rotten stench in the air. I put Nessie on the ground, grab her hand, and we rush out the door towards the sweet smell of blood. At least, I HOPE that rotten smell turns out sweet.

Charlie POV

I have learned not to get high hopes. When Renee left me, I hoped for her to come back. When Bella married that Edward, I hoped I would wake up. When Jacob told me his big secret (that was real stupid of him; I horrified to go near him now), I hoped that it was April 1st. But when none of those things happened, I learned to stop hoping.

Now I am going to the Cullens' house, finding myself hoping for a great birthday party with my daughter and her…… husband. Am I wrong, but isn't that every father's nightmare?

I pull up to the end of the long driveway and park the car. Climbing out, I reach in the back and grab a smallpackage I had picked up earlier.

"Charlie!", Esme squels. "I am so glad you could make it!."

I groan and clutch the gift for Nessie in my hands. She pecks me on the cheek and drags me into the house of, well, my worst nightmare.