So here is chapter 2. I was editing it at 1:30am so it might have some mistakes, sorry :( Also it isn't very long but I will try to make the next chapter a long one. Please review and tell me what you think because your opinion does matter to me. Thank you to all who reviewed on the last chapter:) I hope you like it!

Chapter 2: A Long Night and Horrid Morning

Edward POV

After Carlisle had left I went to go sit with Bella and Renesmee. Renesmee looked like she was trying to sleep but without any success. As I sat down next to my baby girl Bella flashed me a quick smile and walked out of the room. I knew what she was doing, she was acting like she was giving me some father daughter moment, when in truth she really was leaving me to hold the bucket while Renesmee puked all night. Don't get me wrong, I love sending time with Ness; I just wish that it wasn't under these circumstances. Sitting up at 1:30 in the morning with your 3 year old as she puked was not how I would have pictured daddy-daughter time. She was very mature though for someone who only appeared to be 3; not to mention how smart she was. I know that makes me sound like one of those parents who think that their child will be president someday and we all need to stop and take pictures with them while we still can, but honestly, the other day I found her reading To Kill a Mockingbird. I don't know if she understood what was happening during most of the story, because I was pretty sure, or at least hoped, she didn't know what it meant to be accused of rape. But she read the whole thing regardless.

Renesmee understood the concept of being sick better than you would have expected a 3 year old to, but she still cried when she started throwing up. As if in response to my thoughts Renesmee started getting sick again. I didn't quite see it in time and some of it ended up on the floor. Hearing what had happened; Bella came in a moment later with some cleaning products and a rag. "This is going to be a long night." Bella murmured.

"Yep" I said in agreement as I held Renesmee in attempts to calm her down.

"Did I just hear Edward Cullen say yep?" Bella asked trying to lighten the mood. I went with it because quite frankly the mood could use a little lightening. As Bella had said, it was going to be a long night.

"Yep" I responded giving her a half smile. I tried to make it seem full, but I couldn't. Not with my daughter silently sobbing into my chest. "Is there a problem with that?"

"No, not really, it just seems a little 21st century for you is all. I expected something more along the lines of 'I agree' or even 'yes'."

"Well then madam, I agree." I told her with the crooked smile I knew left her breathless. But the smile was gone as I looked down at the tiny person nestled in my arms, crying. The hint of laughter in Bella's face was instantly gone as she turned her attention to the same thing.

"Edward, isn't there anything we can do?" She asked me sorrowfully.

"Bella love, if there was something that could be done, believe me when I say I would have done it already. Her system would burn off any type of medication or painkiller you gave her, and it wouldn't do any good."

"Yah, I know. I don't know why I asked. Of course you would have done something already if there was anything to be done. It was kind of silly of me." She admitted sadly.

"I know why," I said to her as she came to sit down next to me on the bed. "Because you're an excellent mother who wants to know that there is nothing else that could be done to help her daughter, and personally I don't find it silly." I finished sincerely. We didn't talk much after that but were kept busy by Renesmee puking 7 more times. It was indeed a long night.

Finally, around 4:45 in the morning, she fell asleep. "I thought she would never fall asleep." Bella sighed.

"I know, it seemed never ending." I told her looking down at my daughter who was laying beneath little more than just a sheet in the middle of January. I had tried putting another blanket on top of her but she just kicked it off. I couldn't blame her though, not with the fever she had been running. It had reached 114.6, and for a while I thought that it was going to go over 115, and I would have to call Carlisle. Bella, who was out of her mind with worry, had freaked when she found out it had gotten anywhere near 115 and wanted to call Carlisle then. I stopped her before she could call him, but I knew she was even more worried now. It took me awhile but I did eventually get her to calm down a little bit, and she sat down next to me on the couch to watch reruns of a T V show neither of us were paying much attention to. Instead we were lost in thought.

Everything was fine until around six when I heard more crying from Renesmee's room. I hadn't however heard her get sick so I rushed into her room beside Bella to see what was wrong. As soon as I touched her I knew she had well over a 115 degree fever and she felt like she was getting hotter by the moment. Bella, more level-headedly than I had expected, wrapped her cold arms around Renesmee's torso as I ran to get Carlisle.

Carlisle POV

I was sitting in my study while looking over a patient's medical records when Edward raced in looking frantic. I didn't have to read minds to know that something was wrong with Renesmee. Edward's face had taken on a very worried paternal look. It's probably her fever I thought, and Edward nodded to confirm it. I grabbed my bag and ran with Edward back to the cottage.

When I went into Renesmee's room I saw Bella holding her in order to lower her fever. It appeared to be working but the child was still burning up with fever. "Bella, would you please let go of Renesmee so I can look at her?" I asked Bella calmly. She reluctantly obliged and went to talk to Edward in the hallway. I could hear soft, tearless crying and Edward trying to comfort Bella. Edward himself was a wreck, but he held it together for Bella. I myself was worried. After all, Nessie was my granddaughter. I knew however that if I lost it things would not end well, so I had to stay level-headed. After looking over Renesmee for just under a half hour and talking to Edward, I had come to a conclusion that I was pretty confident in. I was however dreading having to tell Edward and Bella in a few moments. I couldn't even tell them not to worry anymore, because if my theory was correct, and I was almost positive it was, they had every reason to be worried. But how could I tell them that? On the other hand, it would be cruel not to.

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