Chapter 1

BPOV

His hair was so soft, so beautiful just like the rest of him. He was perfect from his bronze hair down to toes. He was mine from his bronze hair to his toes and I loved every inch of him. It still stunned me to this very day how much his touch affected me, it still felt like lightning burning its way through me, boiling under my skin. No one could compare to him.

No one could compare, apart from the little girl who sat on the floor in front of me. Her deep brown eyes followed the pencil as it danced along the paper. She bit her lip as she concentrated and her curly bronze hair spilled over her tiny frame and onto the floor, encasing her in her own private world. She was totally oblivious to her onlookers.

The rest of my little family were dotted around the living room. Alice was lying stretched out across a couch, flipping through some sort of fashion magazine while leaning her head against Jasper.

The man himself was reading a book that I had been eyeing for a while, he was drawn into it, his eyes never leaving the pages, I may have to ask if I can borrow it sometime.

Opposite the two were Emmet and Rosalie. Emmet's monstrous body was wedged into an armchair, reminding me of a Grizzly bear that had made its home is a cave that was too small for him. His eyes were on the TV that showed some sort of mindless sport that I still didn't understand, despite the number of times that I had to endure it while living with Charlie. Emmet's eyes however were not glued to the colourful screen. I had noticed that every now and then his gaze would flicker over to the beautiful blonde that was perched on his lap. He saw the happiness and serenity that was written all over her face and his mouth turned up at the corners slightly before he returned to the world of sport.

Rosalie's gaze was fixed on the little girl in the middle of the room, who was still unaware of the attention she was getting from me, her aunt and unsurprisingly Jacob.

Jacob was sprawled across the floor in a comical way. His large hands flat against the floor and his chin resting upon them. He too watched the pencil glide across the paper, intrigued to know what the lines would become.

The soft scratching noise made by the pencil held in my daughters hand was not the only one. In another armchair sat the mother hen of out little group. Esme had her feet pulled up underneath her with a pad resting against her knees. She too was sketching. I could see her head tilting gracefully from side to side as she assessed and reassessed whatever it was that was on the pad.

The last member of our family was leaning against the armchair. His legs stretched out across the floor and his head leaning back against his wife's feet in utter peace. If I didn't know that Carlisle was a vampire I would have assumed that he was sleeping.

A content sigh pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked down at the man whose mouth had released it. A smile graced Edward lips as I continued to run my hand through his hair. With my other hand I lightly traced his features, starting at the smile. I ran the tip of my index finger along his lips. They parted slightly and I could feel his cool breath against my hand. My finger followed an invisible path across his marble cheek up to his closed lavender eyelids before returning my hand to rest on his cheek.

His eyes opened once he felt me stop. The depth of them drew me in instantly and I felt as if I could see his very soul. His honey gold eyes looked into mine just as intensely. His eyes shifted slightly. I could tell just by one look that he was searching for something within my eyes. He was asking, pleading. I could never say no to him. So I reached into the corners of my mind, feeling for that familiar elastic energy.

He repeated his sigh of contentment and I knew that he could hear my mind. He lifted one hand and cupped it against my cheek with the pressure of a feather.

I love you.

I whispered to him through my mind.

"I love you." He mouthed to me.

With my husband lying across the couch, his head in my lap, and my daughter off in her own little world, I smiled to myself. This truly was heaven.

But I find that with my luck it never lasts for long.

Within seconds my world changed.

First, Alice let out a sharp gasped that filled the once serine silence. I heard the glossy pages of the magazine slip between her hands and before it had the chance to hit the ground Edward sat up abruptly, his arms winding themselves around me in a vice grip, a look of shock on his face.

Instinctually I wrapped my shield around my family, prepared to protect them from any possible threat.

My head whipped towards Alice, her eyes had glassed over in that all too familiar way. But Alice was no longer there, her body was still taught on the couch but her mind had been pulled away, out of her body and into the future.

"No!"

My husband cried out. The hold that Edward had caged me in grew tighter, as if he was hanging on to me for his life. His face showed pain. I realised my mistake and was quick to pull my shield away from him. Barring any thoughts from getting into his head. Stopping him from seeing whatever it was in the vision that was causing him pain.

He blinked then turned towards me, mentally checking off a tick list that I was okay. His eyes flashed with worry before turning towards Renesmee, doing the same thing. I stretched my body so that I could look around Edward and also see my daughter. She now stood in the middle of the room, her little pencil snapped in two. Her eyes were moving from each of us. She was scared. She was trembling.

The mother inside of me took over; she was my priority at this moment. If I had my way I would have been at her side within seconds, but Edward still pinned me to his side.

"Honey come here" I called to her, trying to keep my voice as steady as possible so I wouldn't scare her further. Edward released me with one arm and used it to reach out for our daughter. She warily walked towards us still gripping at her broken pencil in her tiny fist. As soon as she was close enough Edward pulled her in and held us both to him. Whatever he had seen, it wasn't good. Renesmee buried her little head in my hair and I wrapped her in my free arm around her, rubbing her back soothingly trying to stop her shaking.

The room was quiet. The only sounds were my daughters humming bird heartbeat ,her quick, short breaths, Jacobs thundering heavy heart, and equally heavy breathing.

No one moved. No one spoke.

I listened out for Alice, hoping that she would return and laugh at us for being too dramatic. But Edwards's reaction made me doubt that.

He was holding the three of us together as if he would never see either of us again. I locked my eyes with his, we waited.

Then Alice screamed.