Daddy's Little Girl
Pride
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Adoration
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Fear
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Protection
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Love
These were all the emotions that ran through Edward Cullen as he held the tiny baby girl in his arms; His Renesmee—his daughter.
Bella, his beautiful and loving wife, stood outside Renesmee's nursery, her golden eyes glimmering in the dimmed light with the brightest kind of love clouding her vision. In fact, if she was still human, she would have tears of joy swimming in her eyes.
Bella Cullen continued to watch her beautiful husband and daughter, watching how he rocked slowly back and forth, holding the little pale-pink bundle in his arms as if it was made of the most fragile porcelain on earth.
And, so low a human would have never heard, he hummed. He hummed a soothing lullaby to the baby, his lips fixed in a seemingly permanent smile. The bundle cooed. Or rather, the tiny porcelain-like figure inside the bundle cooed, her tiny fingers pressed against her father's cheek, showing her recognition as to who he was.
And a curl, softer than silk, and the richest of bronze laid across her forehead, her eyes, the color of milk chocolate, and her plump cheeks, the rosiest of pinks all showed who she belonged to. And Edward Cullen could not be happier.
But, despite the perfection of this little girl, there was a perk. She grew—quickly. In fact, she grew too quickly, for in one month's time, she would appear four months, and by age seven, she shall be full grown, never to age again.
And by this fact, Edward Cullen was disturbed. His little girl, his Renesmee, was already of four weeks, and had the aura of a one month old, her little cupid bow shaped mouth already full of milky white teeth, sharper than humans, but duller than vampires.
Edward Cullen didn't want his little girl to grow so quickly. He wanted her to stay his baby forever. He wanted to spend endless nights like this one, holding her in his arms, rocking her back and forth humming sweet melodies for her. But more importantly, he never wanted her to grow to love that mutt.
Yes, you've heard correctly. The mutt, or Jacob Black, as Bella insisted, imprinted on her. The same Jacob Black that had one point wanted nothing to do with vampires whatsoever, the same Jacob Black that had desperately wanted to kill Edward for taking away Bella from him, and the same exact Jacob Black that had once loved Bella more than anything.
Expectedly, Edward and Bella (especially Bella) was furious, but what could they do? They could not decide their daughter's future, not even Alice, the preminitionist of the family.
Edward shook his head, pushing the dreaded thoughts in the back of his mind. He was not going to give up Renesmee any time soon, he thought. He had nothing to worry about.
But, unfortunately, life didn't always turn out the way one planned. And for that, Edward Cullen's frozen heart will always ache.
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Age: Three months
Physicality: Nine Months
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Edward Cullen sat in the Cullen household, holding his hands perfectly still as he daughter adorably demanded, a huge grin stretched across his face.
She clapped her hands once, and then placed them on her father's seemingly giant hands, playing a game of patty-cake. It was a well-known game Emmett had played with her since she was big enough to sit up.
Patty-cake, patty-cake
Baker's man,
Bake me a cake
As fast as you can,
Roll it, and pat it,
And mark it with a
'D', and put it in the oven
For Daddy and me!
Edward's eyes glistened as he listened to the sweet, innocent thoughts of his daughter. It was times like this he wished Bella was nearby, but Bella was out that night, hunting with Esme and Rosalie. So, Edward was to be here with his daughter, which he nonetheless enjoyed very much.
Once their game was over, and her giggles ceased, she placed her hand on his cheek, showing him that she would like to be fed. With a kiss on her cheek, Edward handed little Renesmee to Alice, who was ecstatic to finally get her turn with the baby.
But the pleasure was only short lived, for Edward returned quickly.
"You know, Edward," said Alice, pouting. "She is my niece. I should at least get to hold her for more than two minutes."
Edward rolled his eyes. "Maybe next time, Alice." But there would be no next time. Alice knew that he wouldn't keep his word. Edward was just as attached to Renesmee as Renesmee was to him. She was a complete 'Daddy's girl', and there was no separating them anytime soon.
Once the baby was fed, Edward carried her to the cottage, and into her nursery. He gently shifted her to his hip as he fixed up her crib with extreme neatness. He even placed in her little bear, in which Emmett and Jasper gave the ridiculously cute name of 'Snuggie'. Renesmee touched his cheek again, showing him her storybook of nursery rhymes. She wanted him to read to her.
"Alright, Brown eyes," He mused, happy to have a nickname of his own besides 'Nessie'. "We can read, but then, you have to go to bed. No exceptions. Okay?"
Rolling her eyes, a gesture that made her look almost identical to her father, she nodded, her ringlets bouncing with her movements.
"Good girl." Edward sat down in the little rocking chair, and picked up the book. Renesmee snuggled close into his chest, remarkably finding warmth within her father's cool grasp. And as he read on and on, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, until she couldn't keep them open any longer.
"I think that's enough for now," said Edward, as he rose from the chair. "It's time for bed. When you wake, your mother will be home."
But Edward soon found that Renesmee didn't want to be put down. She clutched onto his shirt with tiny fists, her high, almost ear-piercing wails filling the room. Startled, Edward quickly held her tighter.
"What's wrong, Renesmee?" His golden eyes quickly scanned her, fear quickly engulfing him. Had he held her too tightly?
Her hand reached up, showing him that all she wanted was to be in his arms, and not inside the wooden bars. Unable to refuse such a heart-wrenching plea, he carried her into the living room and lain on the couch near the fire place. The flickering orange-red light glowed warmly in the room, making Renesmee sigh with satisfaction.
Lying there, with Renesmee's soft breathing making her tiny chest rise and fall, and with his eyes closed in such a way a human would thought him sleeping it was a perfect picture moment. And that's exactly what Bella Cullen thought as she snapped the flash-less camera, grinning at Edward's surprised expression.
"I'm back," Bella whispered, placing her lips on her husband's for a small kiss hello and sitting at his feet.
"I see." Edward smiled, stroking his fingers through Renesmee's soft curls. A feeling came over Edward and Bella's thoughts suddenly flooded his mind.
She didn't want to sleep alone, again? She thought, as not to wake the baby. Edward nodded, now stroking the baby's soft cheek, sagging with the heaviness of sleep.
Should we put her down?
Edward pondered for a moment, before shaking his head 'no'. He didn't think that Renesmee would take to that too kindly, and he was enjoying the colorful thoughts of his daughter's dreams.
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Age: Two
Physicality: Five
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"Daddy, Daddy!" Renesmee squealed, running as fast as her little legs could carry her, which was a little abnormal for a human, but very slow for a vampire. Edward laughed out loud as he raced around the yard in a blur, playing a game of tag with the enthusiastic little girl.
With a gust of wind, Renesmee's copper curls blew around her face, making her stumble in confusion for a moment.
"Daddy...?" She looked all around, but couldn't see him anywhere. Where had he gone? With a loud shriek of surprise from her lips, Edward Cullen rushed by and scooped her up in his arms, running at top vampire speed.
Bella, who was also playing along, climbed up a nearby tree with extreme ease and grace, already at the top branch within a half blink. Catching on to Bella's idea, Edward's laugh ripped through the grassy yard as he threw Renesmee in the air, the kind a human would to a baby, but much, much higher.
Loving heights, Renesmee waved her arms in a flying motion, laughing almost hysterically. Catching her daughter, Bella jumped down from the tree, managing a very nimble back flip before landing softly on her feet.
"Again, again, Daddy, please!" Renesmee squealed, clapping her very petite hands. Edward and Bella laughed at their daughter's enthusiasm.
Taking the hyper toddler into his arms, Edward Cullen collapsed into the soft grass, blowing a loud raspberry on her belly and tickling her mercilessly. Loud shrieks of delight filled the yard.
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Age: Four
Physicality: Nine
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"Come on, Jake, faster, faster!" Renesmee squealed as she held on to the russet wolf's fur, her petite hands full with the rich hair. Edward Cullen, who was leaning against the yard's tree, watched with a solemn expression on his face. One would think he was just watching over his daughter, but there was much more to that look than normal eyes could tell.
But – unfortunately for Edward – Bella was exceptionally observant and far from normal.
"Edward," Bella sighed, crossing her arms. "Will you please stop glaring at Jake like that? You don't want him to combust under our daughter do you?" Edward knew she was joking, but his expression remained the same, if not even more serious.
Narrowing her topaz eyes suspiciously, she placed her hands on her hips, a demanding motion that Edward knew very well.
"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, are you… jealous?"
This caught Edward's attention. Quick to defend himself from such immaturity, he furrowed his brown and replied with a very serious tone; "No, of course not." But Bella knew better.
"You have got to be kidding! Edward, how could you be jealous of all things? They're just playing! For God's sake, she's only four!"
Edward looked down at his wife, knowing she was right; The hard expression on his face melted as he looked back at his daughter, playing and laughing with someone he once despised.
That very night, as Edward tucked Renesmee in, his mind wandered. Bella's words rang loud and clear in his ears still; 'For God's sake, she's only four!'
Four. That meant Edward only had three years left until she wasn't his baby anymore. Edward felt like someone stabbed his heart with a dagger full of poison. She wasn't going to be his baby anymore. What did that mean? Was she going to leave with Jacob? Was she not going to call him 'Daddy' anymore? Was she just going to forget all about him?
Edward felt his eyes prick, indicating tears that would never shed. Pulling back the covers from the sleeping girl, Edward carefully laid down next to her, cradling her small body in his arms. Kissing her rose-colored cheeks, he made a promise to himself.
No matter what, she will always be my Renesmee—my baby girl.
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Age: Six
Physicality: Sixteen
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Edward looked on with sad eyes as Renesmee fiddled with her prom dress nervously, which was—much to Edward's displeasure—revealing her beautiful and newly developed figure.
It was a soft and delicate lavender, her favorite colour. Her long, waist length bronze hair was curled delicately and placed in a gorgeous crown atop her head. Her makeup was simple, natural—beautiful. And as a result, Edward was devastated.
The dog—Jacob, was taking Renesmee to her first school prom, and Bella had made Edward swear on his mother Elizabeth Masen's grave that he wouldn't go anywhere near them. But what Bella didn't know, was that Edward had only swore not to go near them, but had not swore not to look in on them.
So, having Emmett follow them in Jacob's old Rabbit, he made an excuse to "hunt", much to Bella's suspicion.
"Your eyes don't look dark," She said, making the 'I know you're up to something' face. Shooting a quick look (too fast to register) at Jasper, a calmness swept through the room.
"Jasper, don't you start with me," Bella said, releasing her deadly glare at her blonde-haired brother. Hands up in surrender, Jasper fled the room, much to Edward's annoyance.
"Love, I just want to hunt so…I won't have to when…I take you to your surprise later." As expected, Bella's eyes studied him carefully before her face fell.
"Edward, honey, you know I hate surprises." Despite the fact, her tone was soft and loving, and her arms were wound around his waist.
He smiled down at her and kissed her lips softly. "I know, but I promise, you'll love it." She sighed, and agreed.
"Alright, but be careful, okay?" Edward agreed quickly and kissed her again before he fled, making a mental note to come up with a real and very good surprise for later.
Needless to say, Edward's plan backfired. Around eleven o' clock, when the dance ended, Emmett called Edward, letting him know that all was alright for now, and that he and the unaware couple were heading back to the cottage.
Edward sighed in relief, glad that Jacob hadn't tried to pull anything with his little girl. In a smug way, Edward thought it was the harsh lecture he had given Jacob earlier, but little did he know, Jacob hadn't heard a thing. Instead, Jacob was thinking about the her, and how gorgeous she'd become over the years.
But too wrapped up in his verbal thrashing, Edward had failed to notice. So, when Edward caught Renesmee with Jacob, their bodies smashed together and lips connected in a kiss so heated it would make any father flinch in such a way it should be considered a convulsion, he lost it.
"Daddy!" Renesmee screamed as Edward tackled Jacob, the two wrestling around in the ground like wild animals.
"You filthy mutt!" Edward snarled. "How dare you go against my word!" But in the midst of their growling and snarling, Bella, Emmett, Alice, Rosalie, Jasper, Esme and Carlisle had gathered, shocked to see Edward handling Jacob in such a horrific manner.
"Edward! Stop it!" Bella and Esme cried, trying to stop the loud ruckus that had Renesmee sobbing into her Aunt Rosalie's arms and Carlisle a look of sheer disappointment on his face. By time the two were separated, Jacob was covered in fast-healing scratches and bruises, and Edward's eyes were a deadly pitch black.
Snarling, still, Edward glared daggers in Jacob's direction.
"You are not to go near my daughter again!" Edward all but roared, making everyone jump with rare surprise.
"Edward, please—" Bella was cut short by Edward's temper, as he hushed her.
"Stay out of this Bella," He barked, and turned back to Jacob. "If you so much as come within a fifty mile range within my daughter, I will not hesitate to kill you."
Despite Renesmee's screaming pleas, Rosalie's menacing hissing and his family's mute disapproval, Jacob walked unwisely close to Edward and spat with the utmost hatred the words that made Edward's hands curl into claws.
"You can't keep me away from Renesmee, leech. No matter what you think you can do to me, I will never stop seeing her. I love her, and she loves me too."
"Jake, get out of here!" Bella hissed, unable to keep Edward bound to one spot for long. Her strength was still miraculous, but she wasn't strong enough to pull Edward away if he decided to go for Jacob's throat again.
Violently shaking, Jacob ran into the forest, where he phased into the same russet wolf that Renesmee had once used to get piggy-back rides.
"Daddy how could you!?" Renesmee screamed, tears falling like a waterfall down her face, oddly making Alice glad she used water proof makeup.
Leaving Bella's side, Edward towered over his little girl, looking deep within the eyes that once belonged to her mother.
"Renesmee Carlie Cullen, you are not to see him again. I gave him his chance, and he blew it. And you are grounded young lady, do you hear me? Grounded."
"No!" Renesmee screamed. "You can't do this! It wasn't Jake's fault! He would never do anything to hurt me! He loves me!" Edward froze, his muscles tense. No matter how many calming waves washed over them, the hysterics were too much. It overpowered Jasper.
And, with an anguished whisper, Renesmee spoke the words that made Edward cringe almost violently.
"...And I love him too."
Sharp intakes of breath filled the small field outside the cottage, the voices of his family drowning out as white-hot rage filled Edward Cullen. He could no longer feel Bella grasp his arm pleadingly, let alone the pain he caused her when he tore away, making her stumble with the force of it.
"What did you say?" He ordered, his jaw taut, teeth clenched.
Though she too was now shaking, she sucked in a deep breath, and in a bold voice, she said once more; "I love him, Daddy. And there's nothing you can do about it."
And with that, a loud pop sounded through the air as Edward struck his baby girl, making her fall to the ground with a thud and an ear-piercing scream.
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