Disclaimer: I do not own...the characters in this story. And that just sucks. Because Stephenie Meyer has a more creative mind than I do.

A/N: I don't really like breaking dawn, but I do like Renesmee...so here's where she's turned 4 and she's 16. Enjoy!

Renesmee's Point of View:

I woke up to the sound of a bell.

Or bells.

Getting loud, and louder.

I opened my eyes to see that my cell was about to fall off of my dresser next to my bed.

I groaned, and tried to open my eyes through the sleep.

I slowly picked it up, and answered it before it stopped ringing.

Aunt Alice picked out the ringtone.

And I hated it.

Almost as much as I hate the shopping sprees.

"Hello?" I asked groggily.

"Ness?"

I then sat up straight.

"Jacob!?" I gasped with excitement.

He chuckled.

"Yes, Nessie, who'd ya think it was?"

I blushed, thanking god that he couldn't see.

"Um, no one. Sorry."

He chuckled again, putting a smile on my face.

"Happy fourth birthday, Ness!" He shouted through the phone.

I groaned and rolled my eyes.

It was my birthday.

Presents...Ugh.

There's going to be so much attention on me, too!

This is just great.

"Jake, don't tell me that you're going to throw me a surprise party...are you?"

He laughed.

"Nope. But Alice is."

I groaned.

"Of course she is. Can't we just run away today?" I asked with hope.

I've never gotten to tell Jake how I really felt about him.

But that was probably because I was never sixteen...or four.

"Ness, this is like your sweet sixteen!"
I whimpered.

"Honey, it'll be great. I promise after the party, we can run away. Just us two." he whispered.

I giggled and blushed.

Then there was a knock on my door.

I groaned.

"I have to go Jake. I'll have to talk to you at the...party..."

"Okay, Nessie. I'll see you soon." Then he hung up.

I sighed.

"Who is it?" I asked from the knock on my door.

"Who do you think, Renesmee?"

Dad.

He might help...

Might...

"Come in!" I shouted.

The knob twisted slowly until the door was fully open.

He gave me a crooked smile that had always dazzled Mom.

"Happy birthday, sweetie." He sat down on my bed.

I groaned and pulled the covers over my head.

"Go away." I murmured.

He sighed and swiftly pulled the covers off my head.

He started to say something, but I interupted.

"And DO NOT trick me by using that human excuse. I am NOT fully human, nor will I ever be Father. I DO NOT want a party. And I will run away if you think otherwise."

He sighed.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I just hate being the center of attention. It's like I go into shock!"

He gave me a faint smile.

"Just like her mother." he whispered to himself, the smile getting bigger.

It's sort of strange.

I'm only one year younger than my father...

Well, physically.

"Daddy..." I started.

"You want Jacob." He almost shuddered.

My face fell.

"Yeah." I whispered.

He pulled me into a hug, kissing my curls.

He pulled away, and looked me in the eye.

"Ness, if you want him, you can have him."

My eyes came into surprise.

I would get to call Jacob, MY JACOB.

Mine.

All mine.

All past forgotten.

We would get married, and run away.

Forever.

And we would love each other for the rest of eternity.

Dad kissed my cheek, and began to get up.

"Dad," I called out.

He turned swiftly, smiling.

"Yes, love?"

I smiled.

"Thanks. I love you."

He grinned real wide.

"You are welcome, sweetie, I love you, too. Forever."

I blushed and he chuckled.

Then, I saw my mom standing in the doorway, biting her lip.

I smiled.

I saw she tried to smile back.

I gulped.

"Renesmee, can I tell you a story about Jacob...and I?"

I gulped again...and nodded.