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Flashback:

The only thing that could have made me feel any better would be Renesmee, waking up and breathing again.

But that couldn't happen now, it never would. I clung to Edward and we both watched as a group of vampire's and wolves tried to save something that couldn't be saved.

Renesmee was going to die.

Edward's point of view

I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe -not that I needed to.

Bella stood clinging to me, dry sobs echoing through her throat. I couldn't say anything to help her.

I could only think of our child, our tiny, helpless child as she lay on a table, my family trying in vain to save her life. I couldn't hear any thoughts in her mind.

As I looked at her, pain so agonizing I could barely keep standing up, I remembered the night Bella had given birth to Renesmee. She had nearly died.

I shuddered at the thought, realizing this situation was nearly the same.

Frantic, loving people working away at a corpse, determined to bring life back into it, just as I had been.

"She can't die!"Bella screamed and I tightened my grip around her waist, trying to take some of the pain away from her. I couldn't feel any worse than this, could I?

"Let me."I whispered and my voice hoarse with strain and fear.

Rosalie grabbed Renesmee from the table and carefully but quickly, bundled her into my outstretched arms. She didn't say a word, this was our only hope.

I hugged her to my chest and Bella wrapped her arms around us both, stroking Renesmee's face. Nothing happened.

I lifted her little arm up and pressed her palm to my face, wondering desperately if something would happen.

It did.

Renesmee gasped as her heart started to thump, a choked little gurgle that trailed off into nothing.

But she was breathing, her heart was beating and I could feel her blood pulsing around inside her veins. Her chest rose unsteadily at first, but it evened up as her heart rate slowed down.

Everyone in the room stood still, frozen in bewilderment for a few seconds, and then they all flew over to where Bella, Renesmee and I were standing.

She was pulled from my arms and I watched as Carlisle rushed her over to her crib, poking a needle into her arm and pressing his ear to her chest. Jacob followed, the agony on his face clearing into a hopeful expression.

"She's okay!"Bella exclaimed, bouncing over to where everyone was now pushing to get to.

They surrendered to her without a fight, clearing out of her way so she could kneel down beside Renesmee and stroke her face.

I stayed frozen where I was, not sure what to do next.

I made to attempt to try and get Renesmee back, she was better with Carlisle and Bella; they could take care of her.

"Edward!"Bella turned to me, her face glowing with relief and gratitude.

I swayed slightly and Bella peered at me anxiously, not moving from Renesmee's side.

"What's wrong?"She asked. I just shook my head.

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and turned around. It was Seth.

"What's up Edward?"He said quietly, casting me worried looks.

I struggled to find something to say; I didn't know the answer to his question.

"What's she doing?"Alice asked, her soprano voice strained but still sounding like a wind chime.

I turned my head to look at Renesmee, and was a little surprised at what I saw.

She was curled up in Bella's arms, her small, white fingers twitching, almost like she was trying to grab something, and her eyes wheeled around the room almost impatiently.

Strangled little moans came from her throat and I longed to hold her, to kiss her soft skin and reassure her. I didn't move.

"D...d...da" She choked, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"What's she trying to say?"Jacob asked, frustrated.

We all watched her as she carried on these strange sounds. Finally, she managed to croak out what she wanted to say.

"Da...Dee."

I gasped and fell backwards into the wall, Seth failing his attempt to steady me.

"She wants Edward."Bella smiled, her eyes shining.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place. Before, I was too scared to hold her because I thought it was my fault she hadn't woken up. If I had been human when I made her, everything would be okay. Or if I hadn't made her at all, she wouldn't have to go through that pain.

But of course it wouldn't be fine, everything would be different.

I couldn't live without Renesmee and that was final; she was my daughter.

I walked forwards without even thinking about it, scooping up Renesmee in my arms and cradling her to my chest. Bella stood beside me, the blinding smile still etched across her beautiful face.

"She's going to be okay!"She whispered happily into my ear, one arm draped across my back and the other stroking Renesmee's hair. I noticed the colour of her cheeks was returning, the light rose undertone beginning to come back. She almost looked back to normal.

I tuned in to her thoughts and heard how happy she was. Her mind was slightly fuzzy, like she was very tired. I lifted her arm up carefully and pressed her miniature palm to my face, curious.

She lifted up her other arm and touched Bella, sharing her thoughts with the both of us.

"What happened to you, Renesmee?"I asked her softly. She grimaced weakly and told us her story, the effort it took showing clearly on her face.

The first things I saw in her mind were four, large red walls. Renesmee had woken from her sleep and wondered where Bella and I were. She remembered a pain inside her chest, then her heart had beat slower, then stopped altogether. She let out a terrified shriek before everything went black.

"Oh, my poor baby." Bella said, kissing her forehead tenderly.

There's more, I heard in Renesmee's thoughts. She dropped her hand from Bella's skin, wanting only me to see the following visions.

I saw me, standing frozen in the corner of the room. Renesmee wondered why I was like that, she was worried about me.

I nestled my face into Renesmee's pink dress, whispering to her.

"I'm sorry, I was scared."I admitted quietly as I breathed in her pretty scent. I could hardly believe she could worry about me when she had almost died only a few moments ago.

Then, I lifted my head up and looked at Carlisle.

"Carlisle, what the hell was that?"

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