A/N: This will only be two chapters long, I may go for three, but no more than that. I thought I might have a new type of story rather than the Bella/Edward stories which could go on forever. Enjoy…
"Renesmee, everything will be perfect," My mom said brushing my hair back. I loved my mom, she was like me, but I thought she was prettier. She disagrees.
"Mom, you never did tell me the story of how you met dad," I giggled. Every time I asked for the story she always said,
"Another time, Ness,"
"But… mom!" I protested. I started to whine, when she lifted my chin with her finger.
"Okay, just because it's your birthday…" She smiled brightly before sitting me on the couch next to her. My dad appeared out of the corner. He walked over to my mom, gazing at her, which seemed like a very intimate moment. I cleared my throat and they both chuckled.
"I was just going to tell Ness how we met, Edward," My dad looked at me, eyes sparkling.
"I love this story," he teased and sat on the floor near our feet. Over the next hour my mom told me a story about a young, unpredictable Bella, and a handsome, mysterious vampire. Their love story was so sweet, so romantic, and passionate that I was eager to hear the rest when she paused.
"The rest is for another time," She winked at my dad, and swiftly got of the couch. I huffed. It wasn't fair, there story was so perfect, out of a fairytale book, it seemed. I wanted a fairy tale love story too. I had my eye on a guy though. He's been with me for as long as I remember, my Jacob. I've always thought, by the way he looked at me, that he may like me too. But I couldn't be sure. I wish I had my father's gift. I sighed when Auntie Alice came storming into the room.
"Nessie! Look at you! Did Bella dress you?" She mumbled a few things under her breath. "Come with me…" Uh oh.
What felt like two days later, I was finally dressed. Alice had forced me into a frilly deep blue dress, off the shoulders, too formal for my liking.
"Alice…" I whined. She chuckled.
"Like mother, like daughter." she said as she tucked a blue flower into my hair.
"Really, Nessie, wait till Bella sees this dress!" I laughed again, I felt like I was missing an inside joke. After putting on matching shoes with ribbons to hold them in place, I was ready. I walked out of my room as my mom gracefully walked up the stairs. I sighed; I wondered if my mom had always been this grateful.
She saw me and froze. She was staring at me and my dress repeatedly. My dad quickly appeared behind her, and smiled. They were both silent, my mom gawking at me.
"Um, do I look that bad?" I asked, looking to my dad for an answer because it seemed my mom would never speak again. The next thing I knew I was being hugged by my mom.
"Thanks Alice," she whispered. I was very confused. I looked to my dad again for an explanation.
"Your mother's prom dress," he explained, still smiling. Oh. I smiled, and quietly thanked Alice in my head for saving the dress. It seemed to make my mom extremely happy. She glided over to my dad and they kissed for longer than I could bear. I wrinkled my nose and tried to look away.
"Mom, dad, get a room!" I yelled.
"Do you know of any?" My dad winked at me. I giggled again when I heard grandma Esme from downstairs. I also smelled strawberries.
"Nessie, come downstairs, your cake is finished!" she said from the kitchen.
I flew down the stairs eager to see my cake.
"You look beautiful, dear," she said smiling before showing me the cake. It was three layers, white, with red frosting. Sixteen candles perched on top on the cake. Three red roses, made from strawberries, were situated at the top of the cake.
"Thank you, Esme" I said, pulling her into a hug. The next event happened in slow motion, yet so fast I couldn't even blink.
"CAKE!" I heard Uncle Emmet yell from upstairs. Followed by an irritated Rosalie.
"Slow down, you oaf!" she said while chased after him. Emmet bounded towards the kitchen, and tripped on the broom Esme must have left by accident. He flew forwards crashing the table, along with the beautiful cake on top.
I blinked, that did not just happen. I heard Rosalie mumble a string of profanities under her breath. Emmet got up, face full of cake and looked at me.
"Yum?" He said, holding his hands behind his back and rocking on his feet like a child.
"Uncle Em…" I tried to put how I was feeling into words. Instead Rosalie picked him up by the ear and led him upstairs. He yelped all the way upstairs and once at the top he apologized loud enough so I could hear. I sighed. This would be a long day, a very long day…