Hey guys!

This is just something that was floating around in my brain randomly and I thought I would put it up.

To make it a little more fun, I'm gonna let you guys help me out. How you ask? Well, this is basically going to be a series of one-shots about Nessie discovering the world around her. So, I've written one chapter to start off, and I want you guys to suggest some more ideas via reviews. Just give me a question, and who Nessie is asking, and I'll do the rest.

Hope you like it!

Glitterb

To start us off, here's Nessie asking Edward about what Bella used to be like.

Daddy sat at his piano, playing softly. It was something I had never heard before; he must be writing again.

I loved listening to Daddy play. It was so peaceful, so restful, watching him get utterly lost in the music. My very favourite song was Mommy's lullaby. If I closed my eyes, I could imagine Mommy and Daddy together, dancing on big puffy clouds.

Though he didn't turn around, I knew he could hear me, because the song he was playing turned into the lullaby I had been thinking about, and he glanced over his shoulder at me.

"Hi Ness," he said, smiling brightly, "not hunting with Momma?"

I shook my head. Not thirsty. I thought.

"Why don't you come over here?"

I skipped lightly across the room and scrambled up onto the piano stool beside him. I leaned my head on his arm, watching his hands dance across the keys.

"Daddy?" I asked, making the effort to speak aloud. I didn't want this conversation to be one sided.

"Yeah baby?"

"What was Momma like? When she was human, I mean."

He looked down at me, an odd expression on his face. "She was pretty much the same as she is now. She hasn't really changed that much."

I frowned. "But she must have changed somewhere. She doesn't look the same, that's for sure." I pulled out my only memory of a human Mommy, comparing it to how she looked now.

Daddy laughed softly. "No, she doesn't look the same. But she wasn't exactly in the best shape when you say her."

I smiled. He carried on playing until the song drifted to a close, then pulled me onto his lap. I snuggled into his chest, happy to have his arms wrapped around me.

"Tell me about her." I whispered. I closed my eyes and put my hand on his neck, showing him a blank canvas, ready for a picture.

He was quiet for a moment before he began.

"Well... imagine her the way she looks now."

I did that, painting a beautiful portrait of my mother, sparkling in the sunshine.

"Ok. Well, for starters, she didn't sparkle before."

I giggled, and took away the sparkle.

"Her skin was a little darker than it is now, but not very much. She was always pale. When she would blush..." he sighed. "Her skin was like cream and roses; absolutely beautiful."

My picture shifted; Mommy's skin changed, so it was pale, but not stark white, with a light pink blush across her cheeks like the one on mine. Daddy sighed again, a happy, contented sound, so I knew I had it right. I continued to tweak the vision as he spoke.

"She was softer too, not so many harsh lines. Her mouth was the same; the way her lips are a little mismatched. Her hair was the same too, though not so thick. When the sun shone on it, you could see little red highlights. And her eyes..."

He touched my cheek, and I opened my eyes to look at him. He was smiling happily, looking right into my eyes.

"You have her eyes exactly," he whispered. "Whenever I look at you, I see her echoed in them."

My eyes closed again, and I finished the picture, swapping her golden eyes for my own.

"Did I get it right?" I asked.

Daddy chuckled. "Yes, you did." Then his voice turned dreamy. "That's exactly right."

I smiled, and my picture smiled too, the smile from my memory; adoring and sweet.

He sighed again. "Perfect," he breathed.

I snuggled closer to Daddy, my eyes still closed, letting my mind wander. My picture grew, so that it was not just of Mommy's face but her whole body. I made her dance with Daddy, floating on a cloud.

Daddy chuckled. "She never liked dancing. Your mother was one of the clumsiest people I have ever met. She would quite literally trip over her own feet sometimes. You know," his voice turned teasing, "she was more afraid of prom than vampires." He chuckled again, and I laughed with him, imagining it. I couldn't quite put together what he was telling me. Trying to picture my gorgeous, graceful mother falling over all the time was like trying to imagine a bird that cannot fly.

"Do you miss it?" I asked quietly. "You know, the way she used to look."

"No," he said, decided. "I love your mother now more than ever. She has never been more beautiful to me. She will always be my Bella."

I smiled and opened my eyes. "And she'll always be my Momma."

He laughed. "Yes she will. Now, how about we go see where she's got to?"

I jumped up, grabbing his hand and pulling him with me out the back door. I couldn't wait to show Mommy my new picture.