I stared intently at the car in front, trying to will it into moving simply by using my mind. Did these idiots at green lights not realise that the rest of us had places to be, or did they think that we actually enjoyed being stuck behind them until they realised they could go, only to go through the pain of having to wait even more as the light changed back to red. The worst thing, though, was that I couldn't use my car horn to tell them to move because otherwise I would have woken up Renesmee, my three-year old daughter, but it wouldn't have mattered because she woke up anyway because of everyone else's car horns.

"Mommy," she whimpered to me, "I want some juice." Great, now she wants juice, not ten minutes ago when we were at the store.

"You'll just have to wait until we get home, sweetheart," I said patiently, but I knew my daughter and she wouldn't rest until she got her juice. However, since we weren't moving, it looked like it was going to be a long wait with a screaming toddler in the car.

"But I want it now!" Renesmee had been in the 'now' stage for about 2 months now, and every single moment of it had nearly sent me over the edge. Even though I constantly get told by my father, Charlie, that she was taking after her mother, it didn't make this stage of her development anymore precious to me.

"We'll be home soon..." Yeah, at the moment I wasn't holding out much hope for getting home before Christmas, and it was September now.

"No! Now!" She shrieked painfully and started to scream, which was just great, because now it meant that she wouldn't be quiet until she got her juice, and even though the traffic was beginning to move, it would be at least another ten minutes before we got home. Fortunately, the traffic moved swiftly, and I was home within the ten minutes, by which time Renesmee had tired herself out with all her adorable screaming and was now ready for her mid-day nap. Gently, I picked her up, so as I didn't wake her and make her scream for juice again, and placed her in her crib. It was a beautiful wooden thing that had been in the family for generations, and when my husband had suggested that we buy a new one, I was horrified at the thought of our little baby sleeping in a mass-produced plastic thing, when we could use one that was handmade with heart. It didn't take much for him to come round, just saying that he was happy if I was happy, which is also known as the easy way out, or how to avoid an argument.

Once all the groceries had been put away, I went to check on Renesmee, who was still sleeping peacefully. Her perfectly formed big blonde curls framed her face, and her long eyelashes helped to hide her sparkling blue eyes; sometimes, it was hard to believe that something so beautiful came from someone as ordinary as me.

I became so engrossed in watching her sleep, that I didn't realise how late it was until I heard a car coming into the driveway. Snapping out of my trance, I made my way to the front door so I could greet my husband.

"Hey sweetheart," he called to me as he made his way towards the door. As soon as he reached me, he gave me a kiss and wrapped his arms tightly around me.

"Hey Jake."