All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Prologue
We live happily and well off in Forks, we love unconditionally and uncontrollably.
We could never have been closer nor happier. He came by everyday and played with her till she fell asleep in his arms. She was beautiful. Her hair was still a gorgeous shade of brown and her eyes were bright with beauty. She was now as big as a 7 year old but only really 2.
We spent everyday and every moment with those around us even though we had forever. It was a fairytale that never stopped, an adventure that kept going, a dream that kept dreaming.
As the camera clicked, Edward, Renesmee and I smiled proudly in each other's arms.
"Alright, please move onto the swing and hold Renesmee on your lap. please proceed behind the swing and hold playfully on. Imagine now all three of you have just been playing in the park as a family." We moved according to the lady beside the camera, who was bossing us around till we were momentarily, stationed.
"Click," The photographer checked the camera and nodded. "Dis peectuure shoood last yuuu foreva." He said clicking the computer. Edward looked at me and we both stifled laughs.
"Right you are," Edward said standing and leading Renesmee towards the dressing room. Renesmee giggled as she followed obediently. I followed and a few moments later we were all changed and paying for our photos.
As we arrived home, in our sweet, quaint cottage, Renesmee was bustling inside, excited to wait for the Cullens and Renee to arrive. It was the first time my mother would be visiting my new home and daughter. I didn't know how to explain all this.
She stopped dead at the door picking up a letter. I sprinted off beside her snatching it out of her hands. Edward sprinted in my wake lifting Renesmee and staring over my shoulder.
He took an intake of breath and I knew we came to an understanding. The envelope had two words.
The Volturi