Chapter 2

(A/N: Uhh…. Thanks guys for holding on sooooo long for me to put in a new chapter. Sorry! A lot of crap happened. Review please!)

Bella didn't understand. Renesmee was eighteen now, and people were already starting to get curious.

"High school, Edward? High school?" She stood, unmoving, her golden eyes like darts into my soul. I had remembered once when those eyes were red, but only after they were a very pretty muddy shade of brown.

"I know we both agreed on home schooling, but now that she's learned all we can teach her, and she's eighteen. We can't keep her stuck up in her room and the forest for all her years." I stood up as well, trying to touch Bella's cheek. But she jerked her face away.

"Why can't we? She's a threat to any ignorance. She's a threat to the Volturi as well. If she doesn't get out, she won't get harmed. She's my baby girl Edward. And she hasn't been my baby in a while." A single, solid tear fell down her cheek.

"I know, love," I had to use her pet name more regularly, now, as it had seemed to calm her down. "…But she's an adult, literally now, and I, a like many others, believe she deserves freedom. Like, literal, no supervision, freedom. You know we have to enroll as well, which in no way will be awkward." Bella rolled her eyes, smiling.

"I look 18-21, while…" She wrapped her arms around me, subconsciously giving in to my desires. "You still look like a pristine seventeen year old. I hope no one recognizes you." She pointed at me, wagging her little finger.

"We did leave the whole time Renesmee was growing up. The only weak link would be… Well, Jessica." Jessica Stanley, unlike all of Bella's old friends, had never moved out of this small town. Angela left for an Ivy-league, Dartmouth, if my memory serves me right, and Eric Yorkie got a job as a B-class reporter. Mike Newton found his happiness at the end of a bottle after Jessica rejected him. He died; liver cancer. For Bella it was a sad ending, but I couldn't quite understand the sorrow. Human death happened so easily and repetitively, as along with any other kind of death, that it didn't matter anymore. Mike was a stranger to me. So it'd be strange to care.

"They won't," I smiled. She bit her lip, letting go of me.

"And Jacob would enroll as well." She didn't make it a question, but a statement. A very true one, in fact.

"What will we call her?" I grinned stronger, already knowing the answer.

"Renesmee will be your long-lost sister. And for the resemblance to me, well… I don't have an answer to that." Bella chuckled.

"Edward Anthony Cullen has no answer for something. Now that's a first." She looked up at me again.

"I guess we could make it work." I put my hand to her cheek, rubbing it to her thumb gently. Her eyes dulled a bit; enjoying the soft sensation.

"That's my girl. Trust me, this will work. If it doesn't, we can just move again." Bella choked out a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, I guess we can."