DEALING WITH RENESMEE

A/N: Enjoy my story!! Please review and tell me what you think;)

Pairing/s: Bella and Edward

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 1:

I still felt like this was all a dream. I could hardly believe that I was a vampire, for crying out loud! I caressed Edward's smooth hand, squeezing it gently. Edward smiled briefly at me, until he jumped up and left the room. My smile vanished completely as soon as I heard Renesmee crying. My heart skipped a beat. That is, if I had a heart.

I saw Renesmee lying next to Jacob, who looked slightly alarmed at her outburst. I glared at him.

"Renesmee, don't cry. What's wrong? Did Jacob hurt you?" Edward was practically fuming beside me. I usually felt...sympathetic towards Jacob when Edward was angry, but frankly, Jacob wasn't improving my mood at all. In fact, he was making things even worse. Jacob frowned, shaking his head in denial. However, before he could intervene with his own opinion, Renesmee answered.

"No, of course it wasn't Jacob mamma. I just... (Renesmee sniffed).. miss Grandpa. I want to see him again. Charlie I mean; not Carlisle. But of course I still love Grandpa Carlisle." She grinned tearfully at Edward, who returned her smile with gratitude. I glanced at Edward worriedly. He looked every bit as anxious as I felt.

I cuddled Renesmee tightly to my chest. She returned my embrace with enthusiasm.

"Don't worry, Renesmee. Mom's got it all figured out." Renesmee peeked at me from behind my shoulder. She wiped her dry tears away from her small face and smiled.

Jacob gazed at Edward with a raised eyebrow. I gave him a warning look. Jacob shrugged. Soon enough, Renesmee was snoring peacefully on my right shoulder. Jacob held his arms out hopefully. I rolled my eyes, but handed him Renesmee.

"Good Nessie," he murmured quietly. I grimaced at the sound of my daughter's nickname. Trying my best to ignore Jacob, I glided towards my perfect husband, clutching his hand. We soared towards our white room, continuing our usual flawless life as one intertwined couple. Whilst Edward pressed his cold marble lips underneath my jaw once more, I couldn't escape the feeling that something bad was going to happen if Nessie didn't get her way. Oops; my mistake – Renesmee.

***

Rosalie held Renesmee firmly in her arms, swinging her gently to and fro. Renesmee chuckled heartily in her small, harmonic voice.

"Thank you Auntie Rose! Do it again!! Yay!" I beamed at Renesmee's vigorous energy, noticing Jacob out of the corner of my eye gazing at her lovingly. I made a face. How dare he imprint on Renesmee. How dare he – I stopped myself. After all, I could worry about that in a couple of years. Staring at Jacob, I felt horribly guilty for hurting him so much. Maybe this way, it would help heal the wound in his heart. Renesmee loved Jacob as much as she loved Edward. But in a much different way. Very different indeed.

At that moment, Alice danced into the house, Jasper trailing behind her blankly. Renesmee looked up in excitement.

"Auntie Alice!" Alice beamed at her niece with sympathy. "Hi Uncle Jasper." Jasper nodded at Renesmee, his mouth curling up at the corners. Of course, nobody could resist her. I guess I should be feeling obliged, being her mother and all.

Alice bounded up to Edward, whispering in his ear something even I couldn't pick up with my sharp ears. I watched them curiously. However, my attention immediately became diverted within a few short seconds.

The house telephone was ringing. Renesmee grinned furtively. I rolled my eyes; it was probably Charlie. I speeded over to the phone and answered it before it could ring any farther.

"Hello; Bella speaking." I waited attentively for Charlie to answer in his cautious voice.

"Bella! How's it going? What's wrong with your voice honey?" I was shocked. It wasn't Charlie who had called; it was Renée!!

"Um-," I cleared my throat in desperation. Edward was gazing at me anxiously. Even Renesmee's gleeful smile had vanished. I focused back on answering Renée.

"Mom, can we talk later? What's wrong? Why are you calling?" There was silence on the other end. My throat was dry.

"Bella sweetie; is something wrong with your voice? You sound...different." I didn't know how to answer this one. "Bella?"

"Uh...Mom, I really need to go now; call me later, 'k?" "But Bella honey, I-," Beep.

Edward walked swiftly towards my shaking form. "Bella? What's wrong?"

The telephone fell from my hand and bounced continually on its receiver string. I was speechless, in extreme shock. He shook me. I didn't blink.

"Bella?" Another shake. That was when I finally recovered.

"Huh? Oh, sorry." I shook my head wearily. "What's wrong? I'm supposed to be -,"

I gasped. Then I burst into tears. Edward was taken with surprise.

"Bella, snap out of it. Tell me what's wrong. Who called before?" I didn't stop crying. He probably already knew who had called anyway. Alice most likely told him just before the phone rang.

I couldn't believe it. Why on earth had Renée called? It would have been one hundred times better if Charlie had called instead of her. At least Charlie knew one side of the story. The tears continued to flood uncontrollably. And I had been so cruel to Renée. My own mother, and I had hung up on her. A sudden thought penetrated my train of thought. What if she called Charlie? What would he say?

Renesmee struggled through Rosalie's straining arms and walked steadily towards me; her miniature face looked apprehensive as she slipped her comforting arms around my neck.

"Mamma. Don't cry. What happened? What did Charlie say to you?" Her tone was almost demanding . I forced myself to smile.

"Renesmee, Mamma's okay. That wasn't Charlie; that was... Renée." My voice faded away into oblivion. Renesmee cocked her head to the side, thinking with a puzzled expression.

"Who's Renée??" I stared at my daughter for minutes on end; and this time, I had absolutely no idea what to say.

A/N (2): Please review!! Tell me what you think of it so far!