The soft waters of our small pond glittered in the morning sun. I held Renesmee in my arms, her soft snores as comforting as music – or as Edward. Right now, we sat on a large rock by the water, our feet dipped into the pond. Our faucet skin sparkled in the lightening day.

"Ah," Edward sighed. He had his arm wrapped around my waist, his fingers gently combing through the thick bronze curls on his daughters head. I looked over at him questioningly. His eyes were closed and his lips were turned up in a smile.

I listened carefully too, and could hear the quiet sneak of a person. Well, not so much a person as Alice. I smiled too, but held our pose.

Edward's hand disappeared from my back, and I heard Alice sigh. "No fair, Edward." She complained. I still couldn't get over her chime voice, back. The confrontation between the Volturi and us seemed a distance ago. Us, as in the Cullens' and a bunch of nomad vampires. Which included The Delani clan, who I knew was still mourning for their lost sister and daughter, Irina. I almost shuddered as I remembered.

Looking back, I laughed. Edward had a long cashmere dress in his hands, and Alice scowled at it with golden eyes. "Bella, tell me you'll try it on for the reunion." She pled. I rolled my eyes, which had thankfully turned from crimson to gold.

"Alice, you know how I feel about dressing up." I reminded her.

"I really don't care, Bella." She retorted. Then she pouted in that endearing way she had. "You haven't changed since you've been human, have you?" I grinned at her. "Nope."

She plopped herself down on the edge of the pond. "Of course not." She muttered.

Renesmee stirred. "You woke the baby up." I scolded. Alice snorted. "I highly doubt it. Nessie can sleep through a tsunami." She said. I smiled. That was true. My daughter slept plenty, and grew more each day. But unlike a couple of days ago, I wasn't worried anymore. She would grow up, conveniently to Jacob Black's age, or so.

I had no problem with that anymore. I loved Jake in the right way now, something I could only dream of for a while.

Nessie's chocolate brown eyes opened, filled with misty sleep. I kissed her forehead lightly. "Morning, Nessie." I said. She smiled and plastered her hand to my cheek. She was thinking about Jake.

Her talent was just a part of who she was. I smiled now. "I don't know where Jacob is." I said. Edward looked at me. "Listen." He said. His body tensed. I heard the thudding of paws on the ground. But it wasn't Jake. He sounded heavier.

And then a wolf burst through the trees and into the opening, panting.

Sam Uley.