Hey everyone, this is my very first fanfic. Edward being a cute Dad in a reversed situation. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

"Daddy, my tummy hurts" my little Nessie said, rubbing her belly. I reached out and placed my cold hand on it. "Better?" she nodded, and leaned against my chest again.

It was a normal day as always. Bella had been dragged to the shopping mall kicking and screaming by Alice and Rosalie, of course. Jasper, Emmett and Jacob -yeah, that dog's still here after all- had finally stopped drooling over the latest Wii game, and got their ass up from the couch to go buy it. Carlisle, no need to say, was busy with his patients. Esme was now at the art exhibition in Seattle. So that left me and Nessie in the house, having nothing to do beside cuddling on the couch and watched TV.

Technically, my baby girl was three years old, however, she appeared to be a graceful adolescent 13 and was even smarter than children at the same age. Watching her grew up more and more each day, I was half-proud, half-scared. Scared that she may not need me anymore once she had grown up into a beautiful, intelligent woman and can stand on her own. However, for now, I would enjoy being my baby girl's personal hero, as she once called me, humming for her to sleep, comforting her and scaring the bad guys away… And she would always be Daddy's little girl.

"I have to go to the bathroom Daddy" Nessie said with an annoyed expression while getting up.

I kept watching the music show that was being played on the screen. They were performing a new song. Something like…Rap? What happened to music now a day? Just a single voice babbling through drum beats without any real melody, and they called that music? I sighed and turned off the TV.

"DADDY!" I almost fell off the couch as Renesmee's bloodcurdling scream penetrated my sensitive ears. Frantically, I ran as fast as I could toward the bathroom door and reached it in a blink.

"Ness, what's wrong?" I shouted over the door.

Then I smelled it. Blood.

I was on the verge of bursting through the door and knocking it off during the process when she spoke again with a scared, shaking voice "Dad, I'm bleeding!"

"I know honey, are you hurt? What's wrong? You cut yourself? Can I get in?" I asked anxiously

"I don't know. There's blood in the toilet!" My little girl sounded even scarer.

"Let me i…" I stopped as soon as I took another breath. Wait a minute…This smell was like dead blood, and I was a little confused of the familiarity. Hey, Bella's blood once smelled like this before…

Oh.Oh.

For the love of God, why did the day I was alone with my daughter have to be the day she first had got her period ?

Chapter 2's finished. Review if you like this chapter!