NEWBORN:

Amazing. Simply and utterly amazing how my life had been flipped up side down in the smallest fraction of an instant. She, the only she in the world as far as I was concerned, had changed everything.

"Nessie." I crooned to the newborn baby in my arms as I rocked her.

Blondie snarled from behind me. If anyone was upset about the whole imprinting thing, it was her. Because she loved Renesmee, and she hated me. Now we were tied together in more ways than I would every be able to explain. Renesmee was mine and she was repulsed by that fact. Despised me being connected to that precious baby more than anything.

Of course Bella hadn't been born new yet. It was a probable theory that it would be Bella that would take the cake in the hatred of my imprinting. In fact, I was sure it would be her that would be more furious than anyone. I shuddered imagining her reaction.

According to the Cullens newborns had no control, none at all, dangerous and strong, and when angry could completely obliterate anything in a second with out proper restraint.

Me being the anything in Bella's case.

But I couldn't find it in me to be worried with Nessie in my arms.

She smiled, even at one day old, she had shocking articulation, could understand and comprehend most anything. And showed emotion not only in her glorious face, but in the special talent, I had grown accustomed too.

Her warm hand moved delicately to my cheek as she showed me my own face, placing my name with it.

"Yes." I whispered to her.

She brought her hand back into her lap, and smiled again.

I couldn't help but smile back at her.

After all, it was my entire world in my arms, the only reason I was put on this earth was cradled there. How could you not smile at that? It was impossible. Renesmee had me owned the very instant I had locked my eyes on the chocolate color of her own. She had me completely hooked, anything she wanted I would do everything in my power to give her, because that's what she deserved.

"My turn!" Rosalie snapped hastily. Reaching out to grab Nessie. "You've held her enough, she's probably sick to her stomach with the stench your radiating. Poor thing, she didn't have a choice in anything, and now she's stuck with a mutt following her around. Poor thing." she growled, her gold eyes shooting daggers in my direction, until they turned toward Renesmee. Then they emended and turned loving and adoring.

"Isn't that right, baby girl!" she cooed. "Jacob smells rotten, doesn't he?" she asked, smothering her as she nuzzled her face, grabbing her quickly away from me. Anger filled my every extremity. No one took my angel away from me. No one.

A few days ago, that anger would have consumed me, thus making me rumble into a creature completely non human.

But knowing I was only a few feet away from the object of my everything I stayed calm. Knowing that one wrong move could hurt her I kept a firm hold on my self. Anything that could remotely cause her any sort of harm, I shied away from.

All I could do was watch her and wait patiently to feel the warmth of her little body in my arms once more.

Rosalie grabbed a bottle and begin feeding her, while trying to feed her. Renesmee made a face and moved her head away from the tip of the bottle.

Rosalie looked down at her concerned. But her concern was nothing compared to the intense, gut wrenching, worry that I felt now. Was she ill? I couldn't bear seeing her hurt.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my loud husky voice echoing through the open mansion.

Renesmee reached for Rosalie, putting her hand on her cheek, her eyes pleading.

"What does she want?" I pressed.

Rosalie groaned.

"Why, Renesmee?" she asked.

"What. Does. She. Want." I asked again, each word it's own sentence.

Rosalie turned her attention toward me, the scariest look in her golden eyes.

"It seems she would prefer you feed her." she snarled. And instantly I wanted Nessie away from her much to strong, angry hands.

I hastily went up to the vampire, going much closer than I would have ever gone to a leech. Unless of course I was tearing them to shreds. However, I wasn't, and though I was much closer to the vamp than I would have liked, the thought was completely over ruled when Renesmee reached for me. Nothing else mattered in that endless moment besides what that magnificent creature wanted. Nothing at all could have distracted me from the god like face.

She fit perfectly in my arms when I held her, somehow she knew exactly how to form her body into the shape of my cradled arms, or maybe it was me shaping my arms to fit her body, Either way the two of us fit together like two corresponding puzzle peices, matching perfectly.

Rosalie stretched out her arm as far as it would go to hand me the bottle. I smelled the pure scent of human blood, it was not animal. I knew instantly I should have protested this, I was supposed to be stopping this very thing from accuring. The consumption of human blood, I was built to have that avoided. But Renesmee eagerly went for the bottle, her forehead creased, her face impatient. And I knew I couldn't speak any sort of arguement against it. If this is what she wanted, human blood, then so be it. After all, it wasn't like anyone's life was being forfeited, all the blood was donated.

I went to sit on the couch as Nessie began to suck it down. She held the bottle on her own, even at a day old. As the liquid inside begin to dimenish, Renesmee's eyes began to shut slowly. Eventually, I could no longer see them as she begin her silent snores. I just leaned back, and watched. If anyone was around me I wasn't aware of them. All I saw was her, all I heard was her; her heartbeat, her even breathing, all I could smell was her sweet, but not sickly sweet, scent.

I just stared openly.

My Nessie, my angel.