In honor of Twilight coming out I decided to make a few short ficlets. I might do a few at a time depending on how long they are. Enjoy!

Bedtime – Edward POV

A small warm body crawled up on my lap, watching my fingers dance upon the keys. Seamlessly I went from what I had been playing to Bella's lullaby. She looked about five years old now but carried herself like she was older. In some ways, she was.

"Daddy, teach me to play."
I ended the song and smiled.

"Tomorrow ok? It's getting late and I think Mamma wants you in bed."

"But I'm not sleepy," she pouted in a way she knew I could never resist. She had daddy wrapped around her finger without a doubt.

"One more song and that's it."

She gave a little clap and snuggled in closer to me. We had quickly discovered that something about me singing sent her straight to sleep.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know dear how much I love you."

"Please don't take my sunshine away," Bella finished as she walked into the room. The two of them made me want to live. I had Nessie to light up my day and Bella to guide me through the darkness of night.

"She's out like a light," Bella smiled. I stood up and waked into Renesmee's bedroom.

"She wants me to teach her tomorrow."
"With you for a father I'm sure she'll be a natural. I mean you taught yourself to play didn't you?"

I had but something told me that I had had a few lessons from someone back in my human years. I searched my memory and found a few hazy pictures of a room full of pianos and a man who took care of them.

"I think my father owned a store that sold them and maybe he gave lessons…I don't really remember."

I set Nessie down on her bed and tucked her in before clicking on the rabbit nightlight Esme had bought her.

"What do you remember about them? I mean, I know it was a long time ago and you were turned which might have caused you to forget some things but…there has to be something."

We were back in the living room now, sitting on the couch, her on my lap.

"I remember my dad's little pocket Bible and my mother smelled like rosemary; she was always cooking something. Dad had a...limp or something like that from the civil war. I never realized that he might have run into Jasper…that's a scary thought. Anyway, he was calm and quiet but Mum was loud and full of life. I guess that's not much is it?"

"It's everything that matters."

Cold – Carlisle POV

A rapid knocking jarred me from my thoughts.

"Come in," I didn't look up from my book on the anatomy of the brain until I smelled Jacob and Renesmee entering. Bella was clutching the girl, clearly worried and Jacob was trotting behind them closer than usual.

"What's wrong?"

"I think she has a fever…"

Thankfully my work in hospitals gave me patience with over concerned parents.

"Bella, of course she feels feverish to you. But I have a minute if you want me to check her over." There were always a few cases where a mother's intuition was better than any other when detecting illness in a child. And although I wouldn't admit it, I don't think I could pass up the chance to spend a few minutes with the girl; she's magnetic in that way.

I took her from her mother's arms and set her on my desk. She did look slightly under the weather; he eyes were less alive and she was a little more flushed than normal.

"Jacob about what would you say your temperature is on average?"

"I don't know. 103 or 104 about?"

I nodded and took grabbed a thermometer from a drawer.

"Alright open up for Grandpa, let me see those teeth." She obeyed and I slipped it under her tongue. "Has she been acting strange in any way?"

"She's had trouble falling asleep lately and can't stay asleep for long…" She bit her lip nervously.

"Don't worry, she is partly human you know. She probably caught a cold or the flu. Of course that means she should probably get a few S-H-O-T-S when she's better."

"Shots?" Jacob asked, his head tilting to one side.

If I hadn't taken that oath when I became a doctor I would have kicked him. The S-word seemed to ensue the same panic in children of all species.

I heard a definite snap as the thermometer broke.

"You're lucky that wasn't mercury you know," but he was focusing on doing damage control rather than listening to me. I removed the crushed instrument from her mouth and threw it in a trashcan.

"Sorry…Listen Nessie, you won't get shots til you're older. Right Grandpa?"

"Exactly. Don't worry about it sweetie ok?"

She reached out and I leaned forward so she could send me a mental image. Immediately I saw one of Esme's monstrous knitting needles. My heart melted and it took all my self-control not to smile.

"No darling, these needles are much smaller and you barely feel them."

She gave a little sneeze and I wiped her nose with a tissue.

I put my hand on her forehead. I almost pulled away it was so hot, like scalding water.

"Well I can back up your assumption about the fever. Is Edward still out hunting?"

Bella nodded and picked Renesmee back up, petting her head.

"Rosalie and Emmett are…well…busy. I'll send Alice to go pick up some children's Tylenol for her. If she gets worse tell me ok?"

I gave Nessie a quick kiss on the head before they turned and left. She gave a little wave before the door closed. Nothing like children to brighten up your day.