12/18- This is an early christmas present to all my readers! Don't worry, for those who like Rebirth, it's not done by far. This new idea was just stuck in my head and I had to get it out before I could continue with Rebirth. The holidays are coming up and I plan on doing a lot of writing, so no worries. So I hope you enjoy this!

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Disclaimer: I wish I could claim these characters for my own, but alas, I can not. They belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer. I mean no infringement.

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Renesmee Carlie Cullen

My eyes fluttered open as I shook off sleep. I smiled to myself, wondering if today would be the day. I really hoped it was, since I couldn't wait any longer.

Well, it was already a special day considering that it was my birthday. I was finally a decade old, even though I had fully matured three years ago. I knew that Daddy and Jacob had made a deal about my age. There was to be no talk of marriage until I was at least ten years old. Ten was the least that my parents would agree on. Mama was slightly more willing than Daddy for two reasons: it was inevitable and since she had once hurt Jake, she felt that she owed him this. If Daddy had had his way, it probably would have been a two-decade wait, but he'd do anything for Mama, and she could be rather convincing. I shuddered at that thought, not wanting to think about the things my parents did while they were alone. Still, I have always been amazed at the amount of love my parents share. I could only hope to achieve that type of commitment and selfless love with my Jake.

I sat up in bed and stretched my nimble limbs. I took a deep breath and tasted the air. Something smelled glorious, multiple things actually. I wrapped a white silk robe over my pajamas, which consisted of a pale green tank top and dark green silk pants, ran a brush through my silky copper locks, ran down the staircase and opened the door. I was immediately engulfed by a warm body that smelled like wood and earth. I wrapped my arms around Jake's neck as he kissed my cheek and whispered,

"Happy Birthday, Love."

I smiled into his shoulder. Jake proceeded to swing me up into his arms and draw me against his muscular body. He cradled me in his arms and just stared, like his eyes were seeing for the first time. I blushed furiously and whispered,

"We better get downstairs before they get ideas." His eyes burned into mine as he smiled deviously.

"Let them"

His lips quickly found mine, searing them with heat and warming my already-warm body. My hands became tangled in his hair and I pulled him closer, so as to deepen the kiss.

We weren't like that for very long when I heard my mother say from downstairs,

"Jacob Black, if you want this deal to hold you better get my baby down here right now. It's my birthday too."

I could hear Uncle Emmett chuckle.

We reluctantly stopped, but a mischievous gleam in Jake's eyes told me that we'd continue this later.

"Ness, Jacob, now!" Aunt Rosalie called. She was not one to be patient.

Jake rolled his eyes at this. He and Aunt Rose tolerated each other to an extent, but they could never fully get along. They were, at best, civil with each other. Jake told me he didn't mind and that he had too much fun tormenting her.

I was going to get down, but Jake wouldn't let me. He kept me in his arms and carried me down the two flights of stairs from my loft bedroom to the ground floor living area.

Grandmother Esme, who I usually just called Esme, had done a beautiful job remodeling our Alaskan home. It was made from huge logs that gave the whole house a rich, woodsy scent. The fire places that inhabited almost every room were made of rough, but intricately-marked stones. Like our old house in Forks, there were many large windows along the backside of the house that let in sunlight and gave us a breathtaking view of the lake we lived up the mountain from.

We called the house our mountain lodge since it was nestled on a snow-covered mountain in northern Alaska overlooking a large lake. It was more a mansion than a house though. It had two floors and a large third floor loft. Every bedroom was a suite containing its own bathroom and a small veranda. Esme and Carlisle's room was on the ground floor along with Jake's. My parents had wanted as much distance between Jake and I as possible. Their bedroom was on the second floor so they could catch us if we tried to do anything at night, considering Aunt Alice can't see Jake or me. Hers and Uncle Jasper's, along with Aunt Rose and Uncle Emmett's bedrooms were also on the second floor.

I got the third floor loft all to myself, my personal santuary. It was given to me because I'm the only one who sleeps in the family besides Jake, and also since none of the adults really wanted me to hear them going at it. I didn't really want to hear them either.

My loft was beautiful though. Three of the four walls were all made of glass, giving me the best view in the entire house. The wall made of logs had two sliding glass doors which led out to the deck that was on one side and the porch that wrapped all the way around my loft. The ceiling was sloped and made of logs outside, but the inside was smooth and had skylights enbedded into it. The glass walls could be covered with dark green, heavy velvet curtains to close out sunlight when I slept. My floor was covered in a thick cream-colored carpet that matched my bedspread. All of my furniture, except for the couch, matched the color of the logs that the house was made from.

The best part of my room, besides the view, was my music area. I had my own recording studio along with an assortment of my favorite instruments. Music was my forte. I took after my father in my musical abilities. I loved to sing and learned to play almost any instrument I could get my hands on, although my favorites included the piano, clarinet, flute, cello, oboe, harp, and guitar.

My studio had the best equipment, imported from China and very expensive. I recorded many songs since I usually had lots of free time on my hands, but one of my favorite things to do was to play with Daddy. He usually played the piano while I sang or played another instrument. Mama loved it when we would play her lullaby together, since I added a delicate harmony on either the flute or harp to Daddy's piano melody.

When Jake and I rounded the corner into the kitchen, I was overwhelmed with the scent of about ten different flowers, freesia being the most powerful of them.

My family was standing among what looked like a small garden. Almost every flat surface was covered in vases of flowers and balloons hovered around them. I shook my head in amazement and knew that Aunt Alice was the culprit behind all that. I knew my mother hated all the decorations, but I had never minded as much as her. I smiled to myself, knowing that they always spoiled me to no end. But I by no means a spoiled brat of any sorts, it was just hard to refuse Alice or Rose or anyone else for that matter.

"Happy Birthday, Nessie!" Aunt Alice squealed as she rushed to plant a kiss on my cheek. Jake gently set me down on my feet and I hugged her.

Then Mama stepped forward and embraced me. Despite all the flowers, her scent was still potent. As I leaned into her shoulder, I inhaled freesia, apples, and something that there was no name for.

"Happy birthday, my precious daughter," she whispered in my ear. I held her tight for a long moment. Then, I lifted my hand to her face, letting her see my thoughts. I showed her my memories of my birth and my first sight of her, all bloody and mangled because of me. I had loved her even before I was born. After those, I showed her our first reunion after she became a vampire. I would never forget it. I pulled my hand away and smiled. Mama grinned back.

She touched my locket that hung around my neck. "More than my own life," she whispered.

Then Daddy came over to us and rested his hand on Mama's shoulder before holding his arms out to me. I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck, so that my feet were dangling several inches off the floor (I was the shortest in the family aside from Alice). He kissed my cheek as he easily held me up.

"My sweet girl, happy birthday."

I didn't need to replay the memories for him since he had already seen them as they had appeared in my head. Sometimes it was useful that he could read minds, but mostly, it was a pain. I always had to keep my thoughts in check, especially the ones about Jake.

Daddy let me go and I gave everyone else a hug. I loved how everyone's hug gave away their personalities.

Uncle Emmett's hugs were always fun but he squeezed the life out of me. Esme's were gentle but full of love, and Carlisle's were always genuine and comforting. Uncle Jasper's hugs were calming, and Aunt Alice's were enthusiastic and like those of a best friend. Aunt Rose always pulled me in tight and rested her head on mine. After my own mother, she seemed to mother me the most.

Mama's hugs showed just how much she loved me, and they always felt like coming home. Daddy would pull me in tight and press me against him, as if he were protecting me.

But if I had to pick a favorite, I'd have to say Jake's hugs were the best. He always threw himself entirely into it, showing just how much I meant to him. Not only was he warm and big, but he always made my heart speed up and my head spin.

After everyone had embraced me, Aunt Alice led me to the small table in the kitchen and made me sit down. Then she brought before me a stack of warm pancakes doused in sweet maple syrup, and a plate of rarely-cooked sausages.

"We made you breakfast just the way you like it," Alice said. "The sausages are still bloody in the middle and the pancakes are fluffy. Eat up."

Jake sat down next to me with his own plates filled with an amount food that would normally feed three people. My Jake could eat a lot.

Even though I mostly fed on animal blood, I liked to eat human food as well. I could tolerate most things, but there were some I preferred over others, such as rare steaks and ribs. Sweet things were good too, since animal blood is never sweet enough. I liked pancakes and various deserts. I had a bad sweet tooth, especially when it came to chocolate. Jake shared that addiction.

After breakfast was done, we moved to the living room so I could open a slew of presents. I sat on the couch beside Jake as everyone handed me their gifts. I got an assortment of items, such as new music books to play from, a high-tech wireless microphone for my studio, tons of clothes from Alice (of course), new skis, some poetry books that were first edition, the latest version of the iPod, paints, and new canvases (I enjoyed painting and drawing as another pastime).

My favorite gifts, however, were a new silver Porsche from everyone (Aunt Alice looked a bit jealous), and a bracelet made to match my locket.

The delicate chain had little diamonds on it, making it shimmer in the light. The only charm was a locket exactly like the one around my neck. The inside was empty so that I could select which pictures to put in it, and on the back it said "More than my own life" in French.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I had hugged both Mama and Daddy. It was so beautiful. Mama had taken the ends of the bracelet and connected them around my wrist. I would never take it off.

After all my gifts were opened, I noticed that I hadn't received anything from Jake. I turned to him with a puzzled expression.

"Did I miss your gift Jake? I didn't see one from you," I said.

He bit back a smile. "Don't worry Ness, I got you something. I'm saving it for later though. It's a surprise."

My heart sped up at his words and the gleam in his eyes. I couldn't wait to find out what my surprise was. I knew I would have to remind myself throughout the rest of the day not to expect the very thing I wanted most, so as not to be disappointed.

After all my presents were opened, it was Mama's turn. It was her tenth birthday as well, at least in vampire years. If she was still human, she would have been twenty eight.

It almost seemed weird that my parents looked so young and perfect. In truth, I looked to be about the same age as them. They could have been my siblings for all that we looked alike. It would be difficult to create a story to go along with our charade if we all went to the same high school. But so far, we haven't had to do that since we've been in Alaska for the past four years.

Mama received many lovely gifts from everyone, some of which resembled mine such as the mountain of clothes from my aunts. But she hated being spoiled with too many gifts, and protestedagainst everyone buying so many.

Daddy decided to get her something special since it was her tenth birthday and had recently been their tenth wedding anniversary. She winced at the thought of him spending money on her, even when he handed her the small, but beautifully wrapped, package. She gave him a look, but proceeded to neatly take off the golden paper. She found a small, black velvet box.

At this point, I noticed that everyone had slid out of the room but my parents, Jake, and I. Jake squeezed my hand and followed the rest of them out to give the three of us a moment alone.

My mother opened the box and gasped. Nestled inside was a necklace. In the center of a flat gold oval was a topaz diamond. Surrounding the gem were tiny, clear diamonds, embedded in the swirling pattern of the gold metal. With the exception of the topaz, the necklace perfectly matched her engagement ring.

Mama's eyes went all soft as she looked at Daddy with more love than I had ever known to be possible. His eyes reflected that love as he lifted the necklace from its box and gently put it around my mother's neck. I would have slipped out of the room too, but I had yet to give Mama my gift.

After giving them a moment to just stare into each other's eyes (I would have ventured a guess that my mother had lifted her shield and was letting him hear her thoughts), I quietly slid over to where they were sitting. Mama was the first to break their stare and turn to me. I handed her a small package.

"My gift is composed of three parts," I said. "I figured this one would be most appropriate first."

She took the small box wordlessly and opened it. The paper revealed another black velvet box. Inside were the matching earrings to Mama's necklace. Daddy and I had collaborated on that, wanting it to be something that symbolized both our little family and their marriage.

Mama's mouth fell open into a little "O". Her whole body started trembling. I knew if she had been able, there would have been tears streaming down her cheeks. I climbed into her lap like I used to do when I was little and wrapped my arms around her neck.

I flashed a memory of one time when I was small and she had started to cry. I had slid into her lap, leaned against her chest and whispered, "Don't cry, Mama. I love you."

After the memory was over, I brought us back to reality. I leaned against her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Don't cry, Mama. I love you," I whispered just as I had in my memory.

She kissed the top of my head and said, "I'm crying because I'm so happy. I have all I could ever want in the world and more. I am so blessed to have you both. I love you."

Daddy slid his arm around Mama and pulled her against him and took my hand. We just sat like that for awhile, being together. It was all anyone could ever ask for.

I stirred from our reverie and remembered I wasn't done giving my mother her gifts. I touched my finger to her cheek and repeated my words in her head. She smiled and nodded. I leaned over to the table where my second present was.

"I'm afraid this one doesn't quite compare to the first," I said. "But I know it's something you've been wanting for a long time now."

"I'm sure I'll love it all the same," she said.

She tore the dark green wrapping paper from the package and lifted the lid from the box. Her eyes widened as she pulled out the contents carefully. In her hands was a first edition, three-volume set of Jane Austen's Emma. She had first editions of almost every other Jane Austen book, but had been missing Emma sorely.

"Oh Nessie, it's exactly what I have been looking for! Thank you."

I smiled. "I knew you had been looking for it. Now, there's one last thing that's from both Daddy and me. It's not really a gift, but all the same, we thought we'd do it for your birthday."

She gave me a puzzled look, but Daddy smiled. He leaned in closer to Mama and whispered in her ear,

"Close your eyes, love."

While Mama's eyes were closed, I darted over next to the piano where I had placed my flute earlier. Daddy sat down at the piano. Then together, we started playing.

I heard a small gasp escape Mama's lips. She turned to us and watched on as we played a new rendition of her lullaby.

Often Daddy would play it for her on the piano or I would play it on the flute, but we had never done so together. We had composed this new duet so that one of us played the melody while the other weaved an intricate harmony. We would trade this pattern back and forth so that sometimes I would carry the melody while he played under me, and I would play a descant while he played the melody. It was so beautiful that everyone had crept back into the room to listen, even though their hearing was perfect elsewhere.

When we finished, I saw that Mama was trembling again, having been so moved by our composition. We all had been touched by it, it was plain to see by the looks on our faces.

In our silence, my mother had transferred from the couch to the piano bench next to my father. He started playing the lullaby again, unaccompanied by me.

I saw the looks on everyone's faces, especially Uncle Jasper's, and knew that we all needed to leave quickly before we were witnesses to Mama and Daddy's…emotions.

I caught Jake's eye and he beckoned me over to him. I flew to his side as we followed everyone outside into the crisp cool air. Morning had turned into afternoon already since Alaskan days weren't particularly long at this time of year.

Everyone else decided to go hunting. I thought Jake and I would join them, but apparently he had other plans. With a gleam in his eye, he started to pull me in the opposite direction and whispered,

"Follow me."