Author's Note: This little one-shot takes place four years after Breaking Dawn. I am working on a fanfic now, and this is a cute little part from the story. I really want to share this now, so I really hope someone will enjoy the short little story. I will be writing more soon! I'd hope so much Edward and Bella would have a child. Beautiful Renesmee. What can I say, when I love a couple I wish for them to have a child and see their motherly and fatherly sides. I really wanted to write a little something with Edward and Renesmee. I have no doubt, Edward will be a wonderful daddy vampire! Here's a small little story with Edward and Renesmee sharing a cute moment at bedtime.

If you enjoy this little story, I may add more, the next part in Edward's PoV. I may edit this more later.

Please read and review, I really appreciate it!

Renesmee

I lay on my bed, flat on my belly reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets while I listened to my MP3 player. I loved reading books. My mother and father had given me many to read. I also enjoyed listening to music. My MP3 player had over five-thousand songs, favourites of my father who had given it to me as a Christmas present years before. I snuggled in one arm my stuffed animal, a wolf my Jacob had given me as a birthday present. I had named the wolf Wolfheart. My room was beautiful, soft baby pink walls, purple bed sheets. I had stuffed animals all over my room, and many on my bed. A beautiful veil fell down over my pillows. I had many bookshelves, many of the books my parents. I had a mini-library Jacob joked. I had started the Harry Potter books a week ago, and I was reading the second now. My mother had said she'd thought I'd love them, and I did. She called me a little Hermione. I felt proud at that, she was my favourite character, a bookworm and very clever. I wanted to be just like her!

I felt blissfully happy. I was so grateful for my family. I loved them so much. They were everything to me. I loved my mother, my father, my Jacob and my Aunts and Uncles and grandparents.

"And we love you too," a soft voice said. I turned to see my father walking into my room. My father can hear my thoughts. I can show him mine to, if I touch him.

As he sat down beside me, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He laughed and kissed my forehead.

"It's time for bed Nessie," he said gently, calling me by my nickname.

"You never go to bed," I said accusingly.

"But you do Nessie. Now how will you beat Uncle Emmett in that race if your exhausted?" I grinned. I had been joking with Uncle Emmett about being faster then he was. He had challenged me to a race then, saying he wasn't going to go easy on me. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when I out ran him!

"I can't wait either sweetheart," he said to me, "No one's faster then you Nessie! But for now, it's bedtime."

I turned off my MP3 player and puts my book back on the shelf. I quickly slipped under the covers and he tucked me in, kissing both my cheeks.

"Daddy," I began and placed my hand on his forehead. I sent him the imagine with my mind. My own special talent. The memory I showed him was him sitting beside me, singing me the lullaby song he'd made just for me.

"Of course my sweet Nessie," he said warmly, "You know I always sing your lullaby before you sleep,"

I nestled myself into the covers, holding Wolfheart close to my chest. He sat on the edge of my bed, his cool hand stroking my hair. I sighed softly. Then he began to sing his lullaby.

My father had a beautiful voice. It makes me feel safe and calm. I feel protected with him right beside me. The song always made me feel sleepy. I closed my eyes, letting the words take me. I felt my mind drifting away into the world of dreams.

"Sleep well my baby Renesmee," he said love in his voice, "Dream sweet dreams. I love you. Forever and forever."