-Prologue-
When I woke up from both giving birth and becoming a vampire, I immediately called for Gerard. He appeared, looking so relieved.
"What is it? Am I a mother?" I smile at him. He blushes and nods.
"Yes, the mother of the least spoiled baby ever. Everyone's too busy fawning over Renesmee." He rolls his eyes. I scowl slightly, even though I hardly remember what my daughter or son might look like. "Carietta or Ben?" I ask, voice hopeful.
"Carietta. You should see her, she has her grandma's auburn hair." He smiles, his eyes far-away. I get up and grab his hand.
"Let's go see 'er!" I exclaim, bouncing slightly. He leads me down stairs to the living room where it seems everyone is clustered around a single point. All except one. A little red-haired girl sat alone, playing with a ball away from the Cullens. I smile a little. Even from this angle, my daughter looked perfect. Suddenly, the small thing stands, and smiles at me.
"Ma!" She seems to squeal, running over to hug my legs. I expected this, a child that was so much more advance than a human her age. But not her lack of grace, which only made her better. I pick up my Carrie and hug her.
"Would anyone happen to know my daughter's talent?" I laugh, lovingly.
It was expected that Carrie and Renie would become playmates. They would understand each other best. However, it was not understood before-hand how my daughter would act. She hates to let Renie tell her through her talent but relishes in using her own to make Renie do silly things. I think it's hilarious. Bella and the rest of the Cullen clan, however, hate this.
A/N: quick intro, Roxanne's point of view. next chapter, is seventeen years in the future.