I lolled in a sunbeam on the huge couch in the living room, staring at the wide windows. Even after all this time, it was hard to believe I was in the Cullen's house, as a family member, as a bride, a mother, and as a vampire. My perfect vision watched at the creature I was still a little bit wary of, the creature that was me. My perfect skin glowed like diamonds encrusted in my flesh. I was mesmerized, but not as mesmerized as I was whenever I saw my family. I always felt that they, somehow, were still better than me.

"Mom?" asked an all too familiar voice.

"Hello, Nessie."

"Mom, I believe I've outgrown that name," Renesmee pointed out. I sat up to see her, knowing all too well that she would be twirling a perfect curl in her hair.

"I'm sorry, honey. What did you want?"

"Have you seen Jacob? He's been acting extremely odd lately and I haven't seen him all day!"

Ever since Jacob had imprinted on Renesmee when she was born, they'd been inseparable. Almost like Edward and me. It was hard at first, watching my best friend staring at my daughter with such desire in his eyes, not to mention him being a werewolf, but I got used to it, for Nessie's sake.

"No, I haven't. Maybe he's in your room. You know how he likes to prank you by hiding in your closet." Jacob was so immature some times.

"I'll check." She flew out the door inhuman speed. It was hard to believe she was already a legal adult. Technically, she was barely eleven. But with the half-vampire thing mixed into the equation, she grew at an extremely fast rate. Her childhood was gone in a flash.

"I found him," she called from our cottage in the forest. It wouldn't even be heard by a human but my vampire ears heard it as if she was in the room with me.

I giggled to myself and returned to gazing out the window. I could hear the lightest of footsteps behind me and saw the most beautiful reflection looming over my own. It bent down and stroked my cheek as I sat unmoving. A sweet, cold breath caressed my neck and tousled, brown hair tickled my ivory flesh. Two cold lips pressed softly under my ear.

"Hello, love."

I still didn't respond. I rolled over to look up at the statuesque form of my husband. My Edward.

With great effort, I moved the protection shield off of me and placed it upon him so he could read my thoughts like we'd practiced so many times before.

I love you.

"I know," he whispered. "I love you too, with all my being."

He kissed my forehead and then froze. "Renesmee," he murmured and whisked me into his arms. He flew outside with lightning speed. He came to our perfect, fairytale-like cottage.

"You know I could have run myself," I told him.

He ignored me and took me into Nessie's room. She was on the bed and Jacob was on the plush carpet, kneeling.

Kneeling…

In Renesmee's hand was a velvet box. Tears streaked down her heart-shaped face.

"Yes," she whispered and threw herself into Jacob's abnormally large, awaiting arms.

I looked up at Edward and he looked at me. A sob raked at my chest; if I'd been able to cry I was sure my eyes would be overflowing. The sad part was I wasn't sure if I was crying of joy or rage.