*Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns the Twilight Saga, all its ideas, and all its characters. I'm just playing with them. Jane Austen wrote Pride and Predjudice.*

Nessie is one now, although she looks like she's about six and has the intelligence of someone much older than that. Yes, Nessie. I still can't believe Jake nicknamed her that, but after the confrontation with the Volturi, I don't care what she is called as long as she is safe. I still can't believe how lucky I am. I have an amazing husband in Edward and a beautiful daughter, whom neither of us expected but both love very much, in Nessie. My little family is perfect and has been since the day Nessie was born and I was changed. That was exactly one year, five months, and twenty-four days ago. Even Jacob, who sometimes seems to be at the main house more that Edward and me, has his place in our family. These days, he is Nessie's surrogate big brother and her best friend.

Right now, they are at Claire's birthday party. Even though Nessie and Claire aren't physically or even mentally the same age, they still have fun together. Nessie is not much like I was when I was her age. She has been dressed by Alice and Rosalie practically every day of her life, and I suppose that was bound to rub off sometime. This morning, she picked out a light pink twirl dress, white tights, and sparkly pink flats to wear to Claire's party. Rose topped it off by tying a white bow in her hair. Nessie loves bows and everything else girlie. I still don't see the appeal of a dress over jeans and a t-shirt, but Alice is persistently trying to rub off on me since my fashion sense didn't "magically improve" when I was changed.

Edward and the boys are out for some "male bonding time." I think Emmett was just getting bored and wanted to fight something, but either way it amounts to a hunting trip. Carlisle is at work, Esme is working on some new plans, Alice and Rose are out shopping for Nessie, and I am enjoying some quiet time to read. Right now, I'm re-reading Pride and Prejudice for the who knows what-th time being as I don't remember how many times I read it before I was changed. As I sat there getting lost in turn of the century England, I heard a familiar car engine, Jake's Rabbit. I hadn't realized how late it had gotten. Time flies by so fast, especially with Nessie growing so quickly. After memorizing my page number, I set my book down and headed to the door of our little cottage. I opened it and there stood my best friend and my little girl who was now holding a pink balloon.

"Momma, look what I got at Claire's party," squealed Nessie.

"Your balloon is very pretty, Sweetie. Did you two have fun?"

"It was awesome! Jake made me try Claire's cake, and it was actually pretty good! I wasn't as good as blood of course, but still—"Nessie was going full speed when Jacob interrupted her.

"I had lots of fun today Nessie, but I've got to go now."

"Jacob, can you please stay?" Nessie begged.

"Sorry Nessie. You know I want to but we're having a joint pack meeting and since I'm an Alpha I kind of have to be there."

"Okay Jake," Nessie said while pouting, "but come play with me tomorrow. Kay?"

"Sure Nessie! Of course I'll come and play with you tomorrow!"

"Yay!" Nessie squealed as Jake picked her up and hugged her.

"Bye Nessie! Bye Bella!" Jacob called as he walked back to his car.

"Bye Jake!" we both called at the same time.

As we walked inside, Nessie asked, "Where's Daddy?"

"He and your uncles are on a hunting trip, Sweetie."

"Oh, Okay," Nessie said as she thought about something. It was times like these that I wish I could read minds like Edward.

"Nessie, why don't we take your balloon to you bedroom." I suggested.

"Okay Momma," she said as she skipped to her room.

After I tied her balloon to a bed post, I sat down on her bed.

Nessie, Sweetie," I said while patting the bed next to me, "is there something you wanted to ask me?"

"Hey! I thought only Daddy can read my mind," Nessie said as she sat down next to me.

"I can't read you mind silly. I just know you really well. So, what's up?"

"Well, Momma, I want to take ballet lessons. Claire had a ballerina themed birthday party, and it inspired me."

With my little girl looking up at me, I realized two things. First, she was nothing at all like me when I was her age. I never enjoyed dancing, but Renee insisted on it. In fact, I was really bad, and they put me in the back for all the recitals. I was much too clumsy as a human to be a dancer. Second, Nessie deserved to try new things just like any other girl her age, and I wanted to give her as many opportunities as I could.

"Well Sweetie, I think that's a great idea, but Daddy and I will have to talk about it first. Okay?"

"Okay Momma! Is Aunt Alice home? I want to see if she has any tutus!" Nessie said this as she pressed her hand to my face showing me the sparkly pink tutu Claire had gotten for her birthday.

"No, she and Aunt Rosalie are out shopping for you, but we can call and ask them to buy you one."

Nessie ran to the phone and dialed Alice's number. After it rang three times, Nessie began to speak.

"Aunt Alice," Nessie started but was cut off before she could get out one sentence.

"Yes Nessie, Aunt Rosalie and I got you two today while we were out."

"Ooh, what colors?"

"You'll have to wait and see," sang Alice's musical voice.

I have it when my sister does that. Just because she can see the future doesn't mean that everything has to be a surprise for the rest of us.

"Wait a second! How did you see I wanted one? I thought you couldn't see me!"

"I saw your Momma decide to call me and ask me to get you one."

"Oh, okay!"

"We'll be home in two minutes Nessie. See you then!"

"Bye Aunt Alice!" Nessie hung up the phone and started jumping up and down excitedly.

"Momma, I want to go up to the big house and wait for them!"

"Okay Nessie, let's go," I said as I pulled her onto my back.