This was just a random thought I had so a story was born! It might have some mistakes in it sorry :( but I was editing it kind of late. Anyway please review because I really want to know what you have to say!

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Chapter 1: House Call

Edward POV

"Daddy" I heard from my daughter's room along with a few sobs. I looked at the clock, it was almost midnight. Bella must've heard it too because she got up and quickly threw on some sweats and a T-shirt. I threw on my pajama pants and headed into my daughters room, Bella at my heals.

"Remesmee, sweetheart, what's the matter?" Bella asked her soothingly. In response she got sick, which of course made her cry harder.

"Shh, it's okay, don't cry." I told her in attempts to calm her down. If she kept crying she was just going to throw up again. I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. I tried to get the puke off of her and her nightgown, but decided it was just easier to take off her nightgown and put her in the bath. I touched my hand to her forehead and she was burning up. Usually her temperature was at 108 but as I placed the thermometer in her ear, I already knew it would be past 113. I was right, as it turned out to be 113.6.

I could hear Bella in the other room talking to Carlisle over the phone. I heard him ask her temperature, "its 113.6" I said knowing he could hear me perfectly well, but Bella repeated it anyway. I tuned out there conversation after that and returned my attention to my sick daughter. The bathwater, and the fact that my hand was still on her forehead had brought down her temperature a small bit, but I knew that it probably wouldn't stay that way. I grabbed a washcloth and helped her get the vomit off of her face just in time for her to puke again. Luckily I had seen it coming and had gotten the waste basket in front of her in time. I did however soak the waste basket in the process.

Renesmee started crying again. "Daddy, it, hurts." She said between sobs.

"I know love." I told her as I lifted her up out of the tub, wrapping her in a towel in the process. I put her on my lap and she rested her head on my cold chest. After a couple minutes I could feel her temperature drop slightly from resting her head on me. She had stopped crying but the look on her face was just as bad. I felt horrible even though it wasn't my fault she was sick. Kids got sick all the time; it was just a fact of life. But I still felt horrible. She had never been sick before, but then again she was only a year old. Physically though, she appeared to be 3. I wished I could be sick for her or just make it go away but I couldn't.

Bella walked in, with the phone still in her hand. Carlisle says it sounds like one of the stomach bugs going around this year but he's going to come by in a couple minutes just to make sure. Bella told me mentally, letting her shield down for a moment. "Hey baby girl." Bella said to Nessie. She crouched down to talk to her because we were still sitting on the floor next to the bathtub. Eventually Bella just sat down next to us and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, she looked really worried.

"Bella love," I told her, "You heard Carlisle, he said it was probably just the stomach bug. You don't have to worry."

"Yes I do, I'm a mother" She told me smiling slightly, but it didn't quite reach the rest of her face. "I just hate seeing her this way and so upset."

"I know, so do I." Nessie was right in front of us but she showed absolutely no signs of paying attention to us.

This time it was Bella who grabbed the waste basket in time. "It'll be alright sweetheart." I told her as I pulled her hair out of her face. I used the washcloth to clean off her face again, and gave her a smile. She tried to smile back in return but I knew she wasn't happy. I almost laughed as I realized that she was trying to convince me everything was okay. "I love you Nessie."

"I love you too Daddy." She told me as I hugged her tighter. "I love you too Mommy." She told Bella.

"I love you too baby girl." Bella said sweetly as she placed a hand on her cheek and kissed her forehead. There was a knock on the door and Bella went to go let Carlisle in. I picked up Renesmee and carried her into her room quickly putting her in one of her little nightgowns. Not that it really mattered but it felt like the normal thing to do. I laid her on her bed and sat down next to her. I had grabbed the waste basket just in case, but I was really hoping she wouldn't get sick again. All it did was make her cry, which made me upset enough to cry, but I didn't. Bella walked in with Carlisle a few moments later but Nessie didn't move from where I had laid her. Her eyes were closed but I knew she wasn't sleeping, as much as she probably would like to be. She opened her eyes slowly when she noticed Bella had returned, she tried to sit up but then decided not to.

"Renesmee honey, could you tell me where in your stomach it hurts?" Carlisle asked her gently as he kneeled at the edge of the bed.

"All over it." Renesmee answered him and tiredly gestured to her stomach.

"So I see," Carlisle spoke mostly to himself as he placed his hand on her forehead. After centuries of practice he no longer needed a thermometer to get an exact temperature. "She's down to 111.2 right now." He informed us after just a second of contemplating.

"I was just holding her," I told him so he would understand the reason for the sudden change.

"Yes, I guess that would do the trick." Carlisle said as he examined her very basically. He finished and kissed her lightly on the forehead. They exchanged smiles and then we stepped outside in to the kitchen. Bella stayed back with Renesmee, but she could hear everything anyway. Carlisle didn't appear worried which was good, but he was good at staying level-headed. However after picking through his thoughts before he could say them I knew I was right when I had told Bella not to worry. Carlisle still explained things out loud for Bella's sake though and without needing to read her mind I could tell she was relieved. "I'm almost positive it's the same stomach bug that's been going around. It can take almost two weeks to go away but Renesmee will probably be over it in around a week. You could try putting her on antibiotics but they probably won't do anything. Make sure she rests and stays hydrated. Also make sure she eats something, even though she probably won't want to."

"Okay, we can do that." I told him happy it was just a stomach bug, and not anything serious.

"Oh, and Edward, you need to make sure her fever doesn't get past 115. If it does call me right away."

"Okay we can do that too." I told him, although his warning had me worrying again.

"Also, Edward?"

"Yes," I said so he knew I was listening.

"Try not to worry yourselves too much. Renesmee is going to be fine."

"I can't promise anything on that one, but we will try." I told him. I knew he was talking to both of us, so why did it feel like his words were aimed at me?

That was more for your sake then Bella's because no matter what I said she wouldn't stop worrying. Carlisle said mentally to me. For a second I thought that he could read my mind and not the other way around. Also, Edward, no, I can't read your mind I've just known you for about a century and it's not hard to guess your reaction to some of the things I say. How did he know that? How does he know everything would be a better question. Also, I don't know everything since I figure that is going to pop up sometime soon in your head. He added in his mind. So he didn't know everything, was he sure about that?

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