Alice and I chuckled again as Bella successfully beat Emmett at wrestling…again. It never ceased to amaze me on the persistence that my brother showed in trying to beat a newborn at a physical game. Did he not know that Bella was a great deal stronger than he was at the moment? Even my other brother, Jasper, had more sense than to think that he had a chance at beating Bella at anything when it came to strength.

"How long do you think he's going to keep this up?" I asked Alice as we both stood at the glass door, laughing as Emmett growled once more after being thrown onto the wet ground.

"The dogs are too nearby to tell his future, but something tells me he's not giving up until the fat lady sings."

"He's not giving up." We said in sync, then laughed once more as he growled in our direction. Bella was howling as he dove for her, missing her by inches, then hissing. Emmett smiled then, to assure my wife that he was only being playful in his growling and hissing, but before she could respond, she smashed his humungous form onto the ground once more.

She giggled and said, "Never lose focus." Her poor attempt at Jasper's voice made it all the more hilarious.

"Hey, that's not half bad." Jasper said proudly, smiling as he snaked his arms around Alice's waist.

Things for the most part were finally going smoothly. Since the birth, which gave everyone of us a good scare, we had all changed a little inside. Just a tad, but enough to notice. Once again though, we were the Cullen Clan that we started out as from the beginning. And I was relieved to know that everyone was happy once more.

Again, Emmett lost.

I laughed but stopped short once I had smelled Renesmee approach on my left side. "Hey, sweetie. How was your nap?"

"Good." She said simply, unable to contain the smile that spread across her wonderful face as she watched her Momma tackle her Uncle.

I turned back to the match, completely absorbed in it until I felt my daughter's little fingers reach for the palm of my hand. I wasn't sure on what I was supposed to do. Being that she only born not two weeks ago, I was still new to being a father as she was still new to being a daughter.

Slowly, hesitantly, I took her hand in mine. She seemed to be just as unsure as I was and this brought me comfort. Hand in hand, we watched out the glass door, though no longer our thoughts on the match, but of each other.

That was the official day that my relationship began with my Renesmee. And I will never forget it.