Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the charecters. They belong to Stephanie Meyer, who sadly is not willing to sell them to me. :(
Author's Note: I know this one is pretty short, but I do expect to have longer ones in the future :)
"I've got it under control," Rosalie promised. "Give me the baby, Edward. I'll take care of her until Bella…" She didn't finish the sentence. Edward handed over his newborn daughter to his sister, and then went back to trying to save his wife's life. Rosalie walked out of the room, quietly cooing to the precious baby girl in her arms. She looked at the deep brown eyes, the same color as her mothers. And her curls would be the same color as Edward's, as soon as they weren't matted with blood. Rosalie walked through her and Emmett's bedroom ad straight into the bathroom. With Renesmee in one arm, she took a bath rag in the other and wet it with warm water, and then she ran it all over the baby cleaning her off. Rosalie walked over to the closet and found a cute pink polka-dotted onsie and dressed Renesmee. Bella had been so sure it was going to be a boy, but Rosalie and Alice had both spent many a conversations talking about a niece-one they could doll up in pretty dresses and flutter her hair with bows. She finished off by taking a baby brush through the tangled curls. As she looked at Renesmee now, she couldn't imagine a prettier baby. She remembered her old best friend's son, Henry, but then realized that he had nothing on Renesmee. She took the baby back in her arms and walked downstairs to the kitchen, where she got a bottle of blood out of the fridge. Sitting on the couch she fed her, which didn't take long. She had obviously been very thirsty. When she was done, she lifted the baby up to her face to feel the soft baby skin, as she again began to coo about how pretty she was. She could smell that dog coming downstairs, and she doubted even he would be able to dish out any mean statements about the beautiful baby. Rosalie was surprised when Jacob suddenly appeared by her side, staring at Renesmee like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time.