Changing Rooms?
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns everything... Nothing is mine.
BPOV
"But Mom!" Renesme whined.
We had been fighting about this for days. Edward was no help because he didn't even know what we were fighting about, I thought I would let her explain it to her overprotective father.
"No! I will not allow you to move into Jacob's room!" I said sternly. I didn't know why I didn't approve of her idea. I mean, Edward and I had shared a bed at night, even before we were engaged. Even though I trusted Jacob, I knew that he was not nearly as old fashioned as Edward, and he was a teenager still. Then I had a thought that would stop all of this silliness.
"Why don't you go ask your father? I'm sure he will have some feelings on this subject." I said with a smug smile. She instantly thought she was going to get what she wanted because Edward always said yes to anything. Then she skipped off to see her father.
EPOV
I was out in the yard when I herd light footsteps coming toward us. I automatically thought it was Bella, but then I received a whiff of the scent and knew it was my daughter. MY daughter. I still couldn't believe that I would ever be so blessed as to have a daughter. As she approached I extracted myself from Emmett's head lock and looked up at her. Her angle smile was not there as I expected it to be, instead her heart shaped angelic face held a deep frown.
"What happened?" I asked immediately worried. "Renesme, what is it , what's wrong?" I asked again. Completely forgetting Emmett by now.
"Mom won't let me do something." She said in a small voice.
"Well tell me what ever it is and you can do it." I said quickly. She should be allowed to do anything.
"She won't let me move into Jake's room and Jake said it was fin-" I abruptly cut her off. I could her Emmetts bear like laughter in the background.
"Absolutely not! You will not move into a room with a horny teenage dog that just happens to be head over heals in love with you!" I said enraged. Of corse Bella would have said no to this idea. Then I herd it, the distant heavy sigh from a certain werewolf. I knew that it couldn't have been Renesme's idea, I thought as I ran up the stairs to interrogate the dog in question.