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Music for Renesmee

Edward's POV

My fingers drifted across the piano keys absentmindedly as I played Bella's lullaby. My mind wasn't on the music, and goodness knows my silent heart wasn't either, but I had continued to play faithfully for two days, in the hopes that, wherever Bella was, she could hear me.

I glanced over my shoulder, never ceasing the music. Bella lay stretched out on my bed, her arms at her sides. Her eyes were scrunched closed tightly, and her mouth was twisted into a grimace. If I didn't think too hard about what I knew was happening inside her body, I could almost imagine that she was only concentrating very seriously on something, instead of going through the process that would force her to relinquish her soul.

The blood was gone now. I had cleaned it up immediately two days before, and afterwards, Alice had changed Bella into a tight blue dress. At first, I had protested on that particular choice of clothing. She was joining the legions of the damned, not going to prom, however much I wished I could say otherwise. But Alice had vehemently refused me, insisting that, when Bella awoke, she would want to look nice. Not wanting to think about what three days would bring, I had let it drop.

I watched Bella now, and was grateful for Alice's stubbornness. My angel was beautiful, vampire or not. If I had to spend the rest of eternity convincing her of that, I would. I breathed deeply and closed my eyes, still playing her lullaby. The only other sound in the room was Bella's heartbeat, the pace of which continued to steadily decrease.

I had no way of knowing whether or not the morphine was actually working, but if Bella's still, quiet form was anything to go by, then perhaps Carlisle's experiment was proving successful. I could only pray that whatever force had created her wouldn't allow my beautiful angel to suffer.

Although she'd certainly suffered enough in the last two weeks.

Whenever I thought of Renesmee, my face would subconsciously soften, and my fingers slowed over the keys. Despite all the pain she had forced Bella through, I could not bring myself to feel remorse for what had passed. I knew it was wrong, and my entire being naturally shied away from anything that threatened my Bella, but when I though of Renesmee, all I wanted was to have her instantly in my arms, staring up at me with those large, intelligent brown eyes; the chocolate orbs that were so like her mother's.

My daughter. My own flesh and…blood. Oh, the irony.

As a vampire, I wasn't subject to much change throughout my existence. I hadn't been aware that anything could alter me so drastically the way Bella had. I hadn't believed that I'd possessed that quantity of love. But Renesmee had proved me wrong.

A soft knock on the bedroom door interrupted my musings. I reluctantly murmured an equally quiet, "come in". Despite the fact that I knew Bella wasn't aware of what was going on around her, I still felt an urge to maintain a peaceful atmosphere within my room. Whether it was werewolf or vampire, whoever was outside would be able to hear me.

Rosalie opened the door with her free hand and glided into the room soundlessly, privy to my wishes. Her arms were curled tightly around Renesmee, and she didn't break her gaze with the little girl as she crossed the room to me.

I grimaced. Only the unique situation that Renesmee presented us with would account for the schedule we needed to regulate. If she wasn't with me, she was with the dog, and if she wasn't with Jacob, who I would just as soon rip limb by limb, she was with Rosalie. Then, every few hours, Carlisle would take her to be examined. The rate at which she developed was startling, and I worried about what that might mean later.

But I refused to let it bother me as Rosalie reluctantly transferred Renesmee to my eagerly awaiting arms. I didn't say a word to Rosalie, who left with one last longing look in my daughter's direction, muttering something about 'that damn mutt' as she closed the door behind her. I ignored her as I held Renesmee close to my chest, staring into her exquisite chocolate eyes. She gazed right back at me with a solemn, but very aware, face. Then, suddenly, her lips split into a brilliant, glowing smile, and I could do nothing but grin back. How was it possible that anyone could equal Bella's beauty? Renesmee wasn't just breaking physical boundaries either. She was also breaking the boundaries of my heart, boundaries that had previously been restricted for Bella alone.

Renesmee reached up to pat my neck, and I leaned closer to give her better access to my skin. Although I could read her mind – she hadn't gained that particular trait from her mother – I still loved the feel of her warm little hand against my neck as she relayed the events of her day.

A series of images flashed through my mind as soon as we came in contact. Rosalie was holding Renesmee lovingly, humming a soothing melody in her ear. Carlisle was asking her to stretch as he lay out a measuring tape beside her and afterwards took her temperature. She sighed in boredom but complied. Then Alice danced down the stairs with a handful of clothes to fit her in. Apparently, that process had been long and tedious. I chuckled.

But for all the memories featuring the various members of my family, there were still more starring the mutt. Jacob's face appeared in nearly every image, hovering in the background like a mother hen, or up close, bouncing Renesmee on his knee and grinning at her, calling her by that wretched nickname, Nessie. Despite my aversion to the name, it had caught on quickly, and now it was even beginning to rub off on me.

I emitted a low growl as Jacob swung Renesmee around. I understood that he was only playing, but he was a bit rough for my taste, although Renesmee was nearly as indestructible as I was.

Renesmee patted my neck again impatiently as she realized she had lost my attention, and wondered what was wrong with the memory. She liked Jacob. She had fun with him. She flashed another blinding smile at me, showing off Jacob's face again. She obviously adored him. I sighed in submission and smiled down at her, unable to resist her for long. Just like with her mother, I found it difficult not to give in to Renesmee's demands. As long as she loved him, Jacob was safe from me, and I couldn't help but feel a bit disgruntled that we would never have our day of reckoning.

Renesmee's last image was always the same. Bella's face, weary and bloody, stared down at her lovingly. Of course, I had painfully watched that picture from a different perspective, but I still recalled Bella's adoring face as she gazed at her daughter. At the time, I couldn't understand how she could love so unconditionally the creature killing her. Despite having heard her thoughts through Bella's womb, I still had had an aversion to the thing taking my love away from me.

It was amazing how drastically two days had changed that.

Renesmee's picture changed suddenly, but now Bella's face was deathly pale and her eyes were closed. The tremor of Renesmee's thoughts became anxious and concerned. I brushed my fingers gently across her cheek in a soothing motion, and leaned down further to kiss her burning forehead. She was nearly as hot as the dog.

"She'll be alright," I whispered, trying to assure myself as much as my daughter. Renesmee studied me carefully, as if trying to determine whether or not I was lying to her. Her intelligence level was astounding, although I supposed I should have expected nothing less of Bella's child, half-vampire or not. I tried to make my smile more genuine, but the usual ease with which I lied was dissolved in the face of Bella's suffering.

Renesmee whimpered, sensing my distress. She snuggled closer to my chest and threw another memory at me. This time, it was an image of me at the piano, my hands flitting over the keys with startling speed and precision. It was Bella's lullaby of course, and Renesmee's delight was apparent in the way she smiled hugely up at me. She strained her head to get a look at the piano we were sitting in front of, and then looked back up at me. Even without my interpreting her thoughts, her meaning was clear; she wanted to hear me play again.

Eager to please her, I set Renesmee down carefully in my lap. She was already developed enough to sit up with relative ease, and she rested her little head on my stomach. I stroked her chestnut curls with my hand, reveling in the feeling of my daughter curled up on my lap. Was it really possible for one person – an eternally damned person, no less – to receive so much in such a short time? I had spent a century searching for the missing pieces of my soul, but it had only taken a day to find them and bind them together. It hardly seemed fair, when I was getting two angels, and they were getting a monster. A monster who was too selfish to let them go.

Renesmee squirmed impatiently in my arms, and I chuckled. That was a trait she'd inherited from me. My left hand stopped the rotation through her hair and joined my right on the piano keys, before I started to play. I began with Esme's favorite first, and delighted in the satisfaction of Renesmee's thoughts as I continued to play. Encouraged by her contented thoughts, my speed increased, my dead heart soaring with the music.

I was marginally aware of the passage of time as I played, and my fingers only relaxed and slowed when I felt Renesmee's hand reach out to touch my arm. Her thoughts were restless, as if she was waiting for something. I delved within her mind to discover what she wanted. I didn't have to look far.

She wanted Bella's song. The lullaby. I smiled, having no aversion to indulging her.

I leaned down to kiss her curls and I was abruptly overwhelmed by the love radiating from her tiny body, and the love that I was in turn pouring into her. The term 'father' hadn't yet registered within me, but if there was one thing I was sure of, it was that my love for Renesmee was pure and unconditional. There was nothing I wouldn't do for her.

Bella's lullaby came as easily to me as it always did. The sweet, yet somehow haunting melody made me ache for my angel…ache for her sacrifices, the pain I had wrought upon her…and for the life she could have had if I wasn't a monster.

And yet…there was something about the music; the counter melody that weaved through the notes, the harmony that skimmed the nearly concealed melody…something pure…something real and wonderful…something that promised redemption…

I looked down at Renesmee solemnly, rejoicing in the way she seemed transfixed by the music. She was the cause for the sudden change in the notes, the evolution of the melody into a new and exotic sound that I hadn't heard before. It told of the long, heartbreaking journey of bitterness and angry self-loathing that abruptly became a fiery passion, a love to last a lifetime, and a strange peace of mind that was new to me because I had never let myself accept true happiness before now.

At first, Renesmee seemed puzzled by the sudden changes I was making. She touched my arm in confusion, but I kissed her head again to reassure her and continued to play, the melody coming easily; so easily, like I had known it all throughout my existence, I just hadn't known how to play it. Hints of Bella's lullaby whirled through it, brushing against the melody as if reminding it not to forget.

The song was so distinctly its own self, but I recognized Bella and myself within it. It built itself off of us, adding its own unique elements as it neared the climax. It was a part of us, and yet, not us at all.

It took me a moment to realize what I was hearing, but when I did, I smiled. I was listening to Renesmee.

Renesmee's song.

Author's Note - Like it? Hope so. I'm debating whether or not to turn this into a series of oneshots featuring Edward and Renesmee, because there just wasn't enough of them together in Breaking Dawn. If you want me to continue, tell me in a review, and if I get enough positive feedback I will. But it's going to go under 'Complete' until further notice. :)