Carlisle Cullen wanted to bring his family together, to welcome Bella properly. The way she'd been brought into their world was horrible, and she deserved better. Knowing his family could hear him wherever they were on the property surrounding the Cullen house he simply spoke each of their names.
"Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, Renesmee, Edward, Esme," he called them in turn, "please meet me in the dining room for a family discussion."
Carlisle sat in the chair at the head of the table and waited patiently as his wife, adopted children, and granddaughter filtered in one at a time. Each couple sat together, Esme taking the chair directly on Carlisle's right. Renesmee hopped up onto her father's lap. Rosalie, as always, was jabbering into her cell phone about some super-sale somewhere.
"Rose!" Emmett barked. "Turn it off. Family time is now. If we're gonna do this, we gotta get it done before Bella gets home from Charlie's." He grabbed the phone out of her hand and tossed it over his shoulder.
"Not another one!" Rosalie wailed as Emmett's gentle toss sent her brand-new cell phone—the third one this month—against the wall, where it shattered into a thousand pieces. "Do you know how much I loved that phone? It was perfect! It had everything! And now it's gone."
"Calm down, Rose." Emmett threw his big arm around her. "Tell you what. I'll buy you the exact same phone in five different colors. Sound fair?"
Rosalie nodded, still scowling. Esme and Alice stifled giggles, and she kicked them both under the table. "You two better zip it before I tell him what you did to his car!"
"I had nothing to do with it," Edward and Jasper announced at the exact same time. They looked at each other and cracked up.
Before Emmett had a chance to freak out about his car—which was currently painted a grotesque shade of pink—Carlisle called the family to order and handed out paper and pencils.
"What we're going to do here," he started as he looked at each of them, "is write a letter to Bella describing how you feel about her joining the family as one of us. I know that we weren't all pleased at the decision to turn her," he glanced at Rosalie, "but it seems things are going well so far. I want to know how each and every one of you feels about it. Don't hold back. Just write what you feel."
After several minutes of groaning, whining, and complaining, Carlisle sat back with a smile on his face. Everyone was getting comfortable on the floor, the sofa, and in various chairs as they started to write. He was pleased with his idea, and knew it would go a long way toward making Bella feel like part of the family.