Renesmee's POV

We sat together under the setting sun. It reflected off my skin, making me appear like I was one of the stars in the night sky behind us. That's what Jake always called me in sunlight, his daytime star. Though I glowed and even sparkled the tiniest bit, he was still nice looking- very tan, and very strong. Images from the past flickered through my brain as I dozed off against his burning hot shoulder. They were the happiest times in my life, all put together in chronological order. My brain seemed to program them in for me, like a little lullaby.

The first was when I first saw Jacob, looking the same as he does now. I could see the look in his eyes, the light that went off. The smile the crept over his lips. I could still hear him whispering my name, chuckling. Then when I first saw my mother, her dazzling white face and crimson red eyes- even though I'd been two days old, the memories came crystal clear. My first ride on my father's back... the second ride on my father's back... they zipped by, lulling me into a trance as the sun faded into the far, cloud-rung trees.

I saw the next few years, my first birthday, then another few years, then my first actual date with Jake, my first real kiss with Jake, all of our sunsets together, all of our sunrises together, absolutely everything wonderful we did together. Wait, let me rephrase that, absolutely everything wonderful in the world.

I woke in my own room instead of on the grassy hilltop where I'd fallen asleep. My parents had moved back home into the big white house. They still stayed in the cottage sometimes but not usually. Aunt Alice and Grandma Esme were having a bit to much fun with the cottage so it kind of turning into a cottage mansion. Well at least Jacob and I have our own floor now.

It was around four a.m. and Jake was laying next to me, his mouth open, snoring loudly. I don't sleep long so I slipped out into the early morning to the main Cullen house. Of course everyone there was awake. Uncle Emmett was watching last night's baseball game reruns in the living room. Aunt Rosalie sat next to him on the cream colored couch, braiding her hair and then swiftly clawing the perfect plaits apart.

"Come on!" Emmett shouted at the TV even though he'd already watched the game before- Mama likes when I say Aunt and Uncle but she doesn't really care. To her, we're all the same age. It's funny because there's a much bigger age difference between her and my daddy as between her and me. "That was a home run not a foul! I saw it! Trust me! My eye's are much sharper than yours! Oh hey Nessie." He'd been too busy yelling at the TV to hear me come in.

"Hey." I replied. I don't get why Mama makes such a big deal over people calling me after the Loch Ness Monster. I mean, he's cool! The family went to Scotland for Mama's twentieth birthday and we took a side trip to Loch Ness. I wanted to go diving with Emmett to look but Mama wouldn't let me. I only need to breathe every hour at least after all. She didn't trust Nessie... or Emmett.

I headed into the kitchen and snatched some cranberry juice from the fridge (they especially like red foods for reasons in which you could guess), and then perched on the edge of the cream sofa next to Rosalie.

"Want me to braid your hair sweetie?" she asked. Aunt Rosalie had always taken a liking to me. When I was a baby she was like a second mother, as well as Esme and Alice.

Sure. I said, but I didn't say it. Just like pretty much every "gifted" vampire, my skills had advanced. I didn't even have to touch someone to put images or thoughts in their heads now, all I had to do is "dial their number" as I say it, or in other words, think it to them.

Rosalie plaited my hair, weaving it in intricate patterns until my head looked like a bronze basket. Instead of your usually french braid, she'd managed to do the same thing with four or five clusters of ringlets. Her gaze appraised my hair, looking over every inch. Then she smiled, pleased with her handy work. I ran my delicate fingers over the braid, my hip-length hair was now shorter, only reaching to about my waist. My hair grows, so quickly. Around my seventh birthday, it'll stop growing, along with the rest of my body. Though half-vampires aren't common, we've met enough to be able to tell that my body will be frozen in time about the time that I'm seven, though I'll look like I'm in my late teens.

After she was done, I bounded up the stairs to see my parents. Their room was on the third floor. It was my fathers old room. Alice did some renovating on it and now... well... now it's a heck of a lot nicer... and it was really nice to begin with.

I knocked on the door with the back of my hand. I really wished I could read minds too. My daddy thinks I'll be able to in the future, but not like he does. He says if I do, it'll be easier, well at least nicer, because unlike him, I'll be able to focus in on one person.

"Come on in Renesmee." My mother responded. I opened the squeak-less white door and stepped through the doorway. My mama was sitting on my fathers lap on the bed. His arms were draped around her waist, holding her to him. As I came in he released her and opened his arms in a gesture that said 'run to me!' I dashed to my family, knowing I couldn't possibly hurt them. I love the way my mother smiles at me, her beautiful golden eyes beaming like the morning sun and her perfect lips turning upwards, showing a small portion of her ultra-white teeth. My father was much the same, but the way he looked at me dazzled me like his face did to my mom when she was still human. It was so nice to be able to tell that my family will love me no matter what. Even if I smell like werewolf.

"Baby, we've gotta get that boyfriend of yours an air freshener to hang around his neck. What do you think?" I just smiled at my mother. Jake had said similar things to me about my family. I think they both smell wonderful. They both think I smell wonderful too, as long as I haven't been hanging around the person they think is rancid.

After a couple hours, I headed out of the house, to the hill where I'd stayed last night. Its grassy summit was covered with the early morning dew. I crouched on the ground, staring off in the opposite direction as last night, looking along the horizon as a giant orange orb crept above its surface. The sky was brilliant, seeming to be splashed by watercolors. Bright oranges, coral pinks, and royal purples peeked around the puffy clouds. The whole sky was a magnificent painting created by Mother Earth and Father Sky. As I admired the sky, a pair of almost steamy arms wrapped around me, pulling me towards him. I tilted my head backwards and looked into Jacob's deep set, dark, eyes.

"Good morning." he said softly, and then yawned.

"Good morning to you too." I replied. He put his hand under my chin and brought my head up to kiss him. The way he kissed me told me he loved me more than anything else in the world. And I knew I felt the same way.

The thing with Jacob is, he doesn't really have a choice to who he loves. Well, I mean he does but when it comes to me, it's different. Before I was born, my mother thought Edward, her husband, my father, was the most beautiful creature on the face of the Earth. But after, she had to admit, she thought I was actually more beautiful than my dad. Even more beautiful than my gorgeous Aunt Rosalie. But that was not why Jacob is drawn to me. Jacob is a werewolf or kind of shape shifter. All, well most, werewolves "imprint." Imprinting is a kind of love at first sight. If a werewolf sees that one special person, they know it's love at first site, no matter how old they, or the other person are.

The point of imprinting is so that the werewolves know... who they'll make the best baby werewolves with. Whoever they've imprinted on is automatically their soul mate and there's nothing they can do about it. And it's not like they get to choose either- but they don't care, they're already in love. It can be hard though, because the imprintee might not like them back, but they'll always love them anyways. The wolves are meant to be, and will be, anything that person wants them to be- whether it's a friend, a boy-friend, a soul mate, or anything in between. I hope that makes sense.

It's kind of similar with my mom and my dad... but different. My dad was attracted to my mom because... well she... her blood smelt so good! The first time they met, he was sure that he wouldn't be able to stop from killing her right then. But he overcame himself and they became immediate soul mates.

I'm lucky. I can like whoever they are for who they are, no exceptions. But I know that my only true love will be Jacob.

Later that day we took a trip to Charlie's house. Charlie is my mom's dad, my grandpa, but I just call him Charlie because my mom just calls him Charlie.

"Hey Nessie!" He said cheerfully as I came in. "Oh I haven't seen you in a while!" I nodded, smiling. It had been nearly a year since I'd seen him last seen him. I'd been five years old then. "Wow! You grow up so fast honey." I smiled again. I knew it was true. I sure didn't look like a six year old. More like a sixteen year old.

The Charlie situation was difficult. He didn't really know about any of us. He only knew that Jacob was a werewolf. Jake had shown him after Bella, my mom, became a vampire. The plan was to try to lead Grampy Swan- Charlie- to believe that we were all werewolves. It was dangerous to have a human know about vampires. My mother had known and the Volturi, the closest vampires could get to royalty, almost killed her right there. It was convenient that werewolves grew a lot when they were young too. It made it seem like I was growing like an exaggerated werewolf.

My mother was making some cookies in the kitchen and I was inhaling all the chocolate fumes from the oven.

"Thanks Bells." Charlie smiled. "You know the chocolate-chip ones are my favorite."

"I know Dad." she replied. Once they were done, we all (me, Charlie, and Jacob) took one except for my parents. Regular vampires don't eat.

We were about to leave when Charlie took my mom aside.

"Bella," he began. "I know Nessie's not... regular but..." I could hear him though I was waiting in my mother's no really new anymore car. It was nice. I liked it. My dad had been so happy when we were thinking of getting it for him for his 110th birthday. There are no secrets with him always reading your mind. Aunt Alice was mad though. She wished my mom had come up with the idea and bought it on her own, because Edward can't read her mind. He collects cars or something. They changed their mind on him and didn't tell Mama. They decided at give it to my mom. This one is a convertible called a Lotus Elise. I just like it because it's orange. I'm getting off topic.

"Are you sure she's okay?" he continued. "I mean, that girl is six and she... looks ten years older than she is!"

"It's okay Dad." she soothed. "Renes- Nessie's fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."