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--EsmePOV--

It was the tone of voice that threw me.

"Grandma!"

The tone was one that I had heard many times from my children- from Alice, when Emmett was picking on her.

"Grandma."

From Rosalie when the day had not gone her way.

"Graaaandmaaaaa!"

From Jasper when our family's emotions became overwhelming.

"Gr…"

From Emmett when one of his siblings retaliated too well for his liking.

"And…"

From Edward when he had pined for Bella.

"MA!"

From Bella when Alice chose to play life-sized Barbie.

But my children had all gone hunting for the day. And in any case, none of them called me "Grandma."

I looked around the room, trying desperately to find the source of the noise that couldn't possibly have come from Renesmee. Despite my efforts, I found nothing that could have spoken in such an irritating manner. The television was not on, nor was the radio, and there were certainly no stray children wandering through my kitchen.

"Grandma!" the voice pressed once more, and I found myself forced to acknowledge that this voice belonged to my granddaughter, who stood, apparently awoken from her nap, in the doorway.

"Yes, Nessie?"

The little girl glared up at me with determined eyes as she stomped to my side. Reaching down, I lifted her to my lap. At only eight months old, she was physically similar to a three-and-a-half-year-old, and I was fascinated by the thoughts that occupied her mind.

As if she could read my own, she pressed her hand to my cheek, flashing before me only two words.

Grandpa's mean.

"Grandpa's mean?" I repeated, "How so?"

She pressed her palm to my cheek once more.

He took my boppy.

I felt my eyebrows knit together as I studied the child's face. Her blanket, or her"boppy," as she called it, was her most valued possession. Sent to her by Zafrina after we successfully deterred the Volturi, Nessie had quickly taken to bringing it around with her wherever she went. Our entire family knew not to remove the boppy from Renesmee's sight, and my husband was no exception to the rule.

"When did he do this?"

She showed me an image of herself as she drowsed lightly in her bed. The door to her bedroom creaked open and in stepped Carlisle, who wasted not a second before tip-toeing over to our granddaughter's bedside and, rather rudely, yanking the blanket from her grasp.

"How did you see this happen, Renesmee? Weren't you asleep?"

Again, she showed me the door creaking open, implying that it had woken her.

I sighed and stood, taking Nessie by the hand as I started towards the staircase.

Grandma? She squeezed my hand, confused.

"We're going to go ask for your grandfather's side of the story, dear. It's only fair."

She nodded and pursed her lips, apparently convinced that he would be brought to justice.

We found him standing in the laundry room, facing the door and seemingly awaiting our arrival.

"Ahh, there are my two favorite girls!"

Renesmee shot him a glare that could only have been learned from her father or her Aunt Rose. I'd have to speak with them about controlling their tempers when they got home.

"Carlisle, this young lady has claimed you stole something that belongs to her."

He allowed a small grin to grace his lips before shaking his head,

"Well, it depends what you describe as 'stealing,' my love. In all fairness, I intended to return it to its rightful owner," I cocked an eyebrow at him as he turned his back to us and pulled a swatch of pink fabric from the dryer. He folded it carefully and extended it to Ness, "Boppy's been getting a bit filthy from being dragged everywhere, sweetheart. I thought it could use to be washed."

We both looked down at her, expecting to see her face light up in delight at having her boppy back. Needless to say, we were shocked when her eyes scrunched closed and angry tears began to fall.

Carlisle got to her first. Kneeling, he extended his hands in an invitation to hold her. She swatted them away and turned to me, lifting her arms above her head.

"Renesmee!" I admonished, stunned, "You do not hit anyone, much less your grandfather!"

"Sorry!" she spat, throwing herself onto my hip. I bent down and rubbed slow circles on her back.

"Now would you like to tell me what, exactly, you are so upset about?"

She sniffled once into my neck as she lifted her hand to place it up against my cheek. All she showed me was her own face buried in the blanket.

"Nessie, sweetheart, I don't understand what you're trying to tell me."

She pressed her palm more firmly to my cheek, once again showing herself immersed within the blanket.

"Darling, you need to explain more clearly. Grandma doesn't understand what you're trying to say."

"What is it?" my husband asked.

"She keeps showing me herself holding the boppy to her face."

"Ahhh," he sighed, realization dawning on his uncharacteristically perturbed face. He took two long strides to my side and knelt to push a curl behind our granddaughter's ear, "Renesmee, love, are you upset because boppy is different now?" She nodded as he grinned apologetically at her, "Does boppy smell different now?" She nodded once more, and before he could speak another word, Renesmee's clear voice interrupted,

"It doesn't smell like momma and daddy and everyone anymore."

"And you were already sad because your momma and daddy and aunts and uncles were out all day, weren't you?"

I realized the truth in my words as they left my mouth; thinking back on the day, I remembered little moments in which my normally perky granddaughter was subdued and anxious. It was very rare that all of my children hunted at the same time, and, for the first time, I realized that this was the first time in her life that my granddaughter had been left behind while all of my children hunted together. Coupling that with the fact that Jacob was away for the week with his pack, it only made sense that Renesmee was slightly on-edge.

"I'm sorry, darling, I didn't mean to upset you," Carlisle said calmly, "If it makes you feel any better, everyone will be back from hunting very soon, and I'm sure they'd love to spend time with you and boppy. I'm sure we can get it back to normal by tonight."

I felt the top of her head graze my chin as she nodded, and grinned when she put her hand to my cheek once more.

"Yes, dear, I think that's a wonderful idea."

Carlisle looked at me curiously, his eyes full of patient wondering.

"Nessie says she would like it very much if her Grandpa would come downstairs and join his two favorite girls for a movie before everyone else comes home. She thinks we should get started on fixing boppy now."

"That sounds like a perfect way to do it," Carlisle beamed. Hesitantly, he held his hands out once more in an offer to hold the little girl, "May I?"

She nodded happily and hopped into my husband's waiting arms. Her hand snaked up to cup his neck, and I watched as his smile softened before he chuckled, his lips dropping to plant a kiss on her head.

"She forgives me," he stage-whispered as we walked out of the room together, "and would like to know if she could watch a movie from her Uncle Emmett's collection."

I couldn't be sure which was louder- my appalled, "Absolutely not!" or their resounding laughter throughout the house.

Thanks for all of your reviews on the last chapter, guys! Hope you all like this one too!

Still open to suggestions on the potential Ness/Aunts/Uncles chapter. Ideas are definitely welcome :)