You know, not many people can say they remember the day they were born. Most people don't even remember the day they started school. I can honestly say I remember the day I was born. In full detail. Of course, it wasn't really that long ago, if I'm being honest.

Maybe I should start at the beginning.

My name is Renesmee Carlie Cullen. There's a conversation starter! My name in itself is a distraction. I could never tell my mother, though, she's so proud of it. I was named for my two grandmothers Renee and Esme. I guess that makes a bit more sense now, doesn't it?

My parents are Edward and Isabella Cullen. Bella, as she prefers to be called. They met in their junior year of high school, they got married after graduation and I guess the rest is history…er, sort of.

To say that Mom's pregnancy was a shock would be a huge understatement. They were still on their honeymoon when they realized I was on the way and from what I've been told, Dad wasn't happy about it. I can't say I blame him. I wouldn't have been thrilled either. Mom was still human and her poor little body was being abused from the inside.

Her pregnancy wasn't like the normal nine months and here it comes kind of situation. It progressed really fast and even though she was eating all the time, she was slowly dying. They couldn't figure out how to feed her and I, and even though my adoptive grandfather, Carlisle, is a doctor and tried to do an ultrasound, they couldn't see through my amniotic sac.

Gross.

It wasn't until Mom's best friend, Jacob Black, came to see her that they realized I must need human blood. Unfortunately, I became stronger when they gave it to Mom and I began to hurt her. Dad became even angrier and tried to encourage Jacob to convince her to end the pregnancy to save her. Naturally, she refused because, anyone who knows Isabella Cullen, knows she's stubborn to the bone.

They had almost lost hope for her when Edward realized he could hear my thoughts. One of the advantages of being a telepath vampire, I guess. Through this, he and I began to communicate. Apparently, I was this highly intelligent unborn fetus that could talk to my own father from inside the womb. Freaky, yes, but I managed to win him over. After that, I tried my best to keep from hurting Bella…or so I'm told. Obviously those memories from inside the womb are a bit fuzzy these days.

But, I remember the day I was born. September 10, 2006. The first vivid memory I have is being very warm and enclosed in a dark space. I remember being unable to breathe and feeling extremely panicked. I have the vague memory of something breaking beneath my foot before I was accosted by an extremely offending light and a pale, bloody face hovering over me while I forced air into my small lungs. I could feel cold hands on my body, lifting me out and looking at me. I had no idea who or what I was looking at. Then it spoke.

"Renesmee."

I recognized the voice, though I must admit it was slightly different from this side. Hungry…I thought, hoping he knew what I meant.

"Let me…" Another, softer voice broke the silence and we turned, giving me a view of two other people in the room. A very tall, dark haired person standing and a very pale, very ill looking person, reaching toward me. "Give her to me." It was the voice from the outside, the one who spoke to me.

Momma.

I wanted her, more than anything. If I could have voiced it, I would have told the person holding me to give me to her. He seemed to understand what I wanted and moved forward. I felt something very warm brush against me as he did, but forgot it in an instant when I was cradled into her weak, thin arms. Her eyes were dark, but she was smiling at me.

"Renes…mee. So…beautiful." Momma said with effort. Beneath me, I could feel the thudding of her heart and I could hear the blood running through her veins, however faintly. The first feeling came back.

Hungry…

Instinct drove me as I bit into the buttery soft flesh and tasted something delicious. She gasped, making me pause in surprise. Had I hurt her? The cold hands from before grasped me and pulled me away, though I wanted to protest. Hungry…I thought again.

"No, Renesmee." The first voice said to me, looking into my eyes. I swallowed, still tasting the blood from before, but I understood. The slow thud of Momma's heart suddenly went quiet and I watched the tall person begin to push on her chest with ferocity. Small sounds emerged from him as he worked, though he seemed not to notice this. He stooped down and pressed his mouth against Momma's before resuming the pushing.

"What are you waiting for?" His rich, husky voice demanded. We moved toward him and I was held out for the taller person.

"Take the baby." The first voice instructed, and I realized this was the voice of my father, the one who had spoken directly to me from outside.

"Throw it out the window." The deeper voice growled, continuing his work.

"Give her to me." A gentle, quiet alto came from behind us. Both my father and the other man made noises of protest. "I've got it under control. Give me the baby, Edward. I'll take care of her until Bella…" She trailed off as I was reluctantly placed into her cold arms.

No, no, no! Want Momma! Momma!

My father gave me a pained look before turning away. The light haired woman holding me swept us from the room and down the stairs. Mercifully, a bottle was given to us and it was filled with the same taste from before.

"It's okay, Baby." She soothed as I fussed, wanting to eat, but still wanting my mother so badly. She leaned down to kiss my forehead. I felt my eyes burn as I touched her smooth cheek.

Momma…want Momma.

Her entire body lurched and she sat up, staring at me in wonder.

"Did you just—?" She didn't finish, shaking her head. "Of course you didn't." She reprimanded herself while I continued to suck at the bottle. Her voice was calming me, lulling me into a state of relaxation I had never felt.

"You're so pretty, little Renesmee. I'm going to take care of you. You'll never have to worry…"

But it was wrong. She wasn't the same. She wasn't my Momma. It wasn't the same voice. My mother was lying upstairs, possibly dead by the sound of it. All because of me. I stopped eating, having finished with it. The light haired woman set the bottle aside and lifted me to her shoulder. That's when I noticed him standing there, watching us with a murderous look on his lovely face.

He lurched toward me and for the slightest of moments, I felt afraid. Then he looked into my eyes and everything changed. He changed, and I wasn't scared anymore. I felt a pull to him, wanting to be near him. Needing to be near him. I watched him fall to his knees in defeat and stare tiredly at me with the strangest look on his beautiful, dark face. That's when I knew.

He was mine.

At that moment, the person cradling me rose to her feet and snarled at the man on his knees.

"What do you think you're doing, Dog?" She roared, making my heart jolt with worry for him. I touched her cheek again, trying desperately to communicate that he was important to me. That he was mine. I wanted him to hold me. Again, she gasped and stared down at me as three other figures appeared in the room.

"What's the matter, Babe?" A deep voice said from nearby.

"Sh-She…she wants you." She said to the man, who had risen to his feet and was still staring at me in mild shock. "Dog…" When he didn't answer, she stamped her foot. "Jacob!"

"Huh?" He replied, raising his eyebrows. I reached toward him. Jacob. He was called Jacob…and he was mine.

"She wants you."

"How can you tell?" A tiny voice asked.

"She showed me…when she touched me, I could see what she was thinking. Like Edward, but opposite." Her voice was hushed.

"Let me have her." Jacob said, moving forward. My heart leapt, but I was disappointed when the one holding me refused.

"No."

"Rosalie…" His voice was warning, authoritative. "I won't hurt her. I promise." The soft way his voice had changed made everyone in the room stare at him in wonder. Rosalie finally assented and I was placed into his huge, gentle hands. It was suddenly delightfully warm and I felt as safe as I had when I was in the dark place. I reached forward and placed my fingers on his slightly scratchy chin.

Jacob. My Jacob. Mine.

I watched his eyes widen at my touch.

"She's so warm." He choked, holding me closer and supporting my entire body with his hands. The way he was rocking, shifting his weight from foot to foot, was making me tired. I felt my eyes droop as my head fell to rest against his shoulder.

Jacob and I always had an inexplicable bond, which was kind of a miracle considering his first intention had been to murder me. I didn't truly understand the implications of this bond until my first birthday.

It was a small gathering at my family's main home. And by small, I mean it was an event of epic proportions with at least forty people in attendance. One child was present besides me.

This was unsurprising, considering one of the consequences of being a hybrid human vampire oddball, was that I grew at a rapid pace, which obviously didn't leave much room for interacting with kids my own age. At three months I looked like a toddler. At six months I looked like a three year old. At one year old, I greatly resembled a kindergartener.

Alice, my aunt, had pulled out all the stops for this blowout, much to mine and my mother's chagrin. Neither of us were very high maintenance, which made Alice all the more determined to force it upon us. Of course, a one year old who looks like a five year old doesn't usually get a say, but I was already reading at a middle school level and could do multiplication and long division. I also could adeptly play the piano, thanks to my father's patient teaching.

Eat that, child prodigies!

Sorry, off topic. Anyway, Alice had invited all of the people who had been with us during the winter. The Denalis, of course, along with our Irish friends and even the Amazonian women. Zafrina and I were especially fond of each other since our gifts were very similar. She could project images while I could transfer my thoughts through touch.

Jacob's friends were there, of course. His pack as he called them. Oh, did I forget to mention that my Jacob is a shape-shifting wolf? He's the Alpha leader of what is known as the Black Pack, to which I giggle. Jacob is the great-grandson of Ephraim Black, a former Quilieute chief and thus, is kind of the heir to the Quilieute – uh – chiefdom.

Finally, there were three others present. I am not the only vamp/human hybrid out there and we had recently met Nahuel when he had come to verify that I was really part human and not an immortal child to the Volturi in the winter. The Volturi are the vampire equivalent of royalty and someone had reported to them that I was an immortal child. Turns out, biting babies and making them immortal is a big no, no. Seriously, they were coming to kill me.

Luckily, Alice and Jasper came back with Nahuel and his aunt, Huilen from South America and proved that I wasn't a demon that was going to take out the entire West Coast. Although, you have to admit, that would be a pretty cool horror movie.

Sorry, I spend way too much time with Jacob.

Back to the point; Nahuel and his aunt had come along with Nahuel's younger sister Jennifer, who was sixteen years old and had been fully grown for the past nine years. She and Nahuel really did not look much alike. He was tall and dark skinned with light amber eyes and long, shining dark hair. Jennifer was tall and slender, but her skin was only slightly darker than mine and her hair was white blonde. Her eyes were a pale, ice blue and she was absolutely stunning. From the looks that she was getting from Jacob's friends, I'd say they agreed.

The only people who were missing were Seth and Leah, who were picking up Charlie with Sue. Charlie is my grandfather on my mother's side from whom I'd inherited both my eyes and my curly hair.

Jacob and I were playing a rousing game of Go Fish while we waited for everyone to arrive so that we could eat cake. I wasn't particularly fond of human food, though it had grown on me since my birth. I didn't mind rare steaks, but I wasn't big on fruits and vegetables. Except potatoes. I loved potatoes in all forms. Fries, mashed, hash browns, roasted…I also enjoyed sweets. What child doesn't? So, it stood to reason that Esme would bake a delicious yellow cake with pink frosting. For someone who did not eat, she was an amazing cook.

"Do you have any kings?" Jacob asked me. I shook my head, bored with this game already. I wanted to eat cake and open presents. Even though I was rapidly growing, I still had many traits of a little girl.

Reaching for Momma's hand, I looked imploringly up at both her and my Daddy.

When?

They both laughed at this, sharing a look. Daddy crouched down in front of me.

"Give them five more minutes, love. If they aren't here by then, we'll let you blow out the candles and eat your cake." He promised, pressing a cool kiss to my cheek. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him lift me up out of the chair. I buried my face in his neck.

"They're too slow." I grumbled, looking back at Jacob, who just shook his head. He grinned anyway, reaching for a cookie.

"Sorry, Pup. These aren't Milk Bones." Rosalie said, snatching the bowl away.

"Rose." Esme said warningly, taking the bowl back from her and placing it in front of my Jacob. "You can have as many as you want, honey." He threw a triumphant grin at Rosalie and winked at my mother, who rolled her eyes but laughed anyway. The sound of the front door opened, followed by the sound of arguing.

"Well if you would set an alarm once in a while, this wouldn't be a problem!" I recognized Leah's voice instantly, watching my mother tense up at the sound of it.

"I did! The power went out, so it didn't go off." Seth's voice countered.

"That is enough, you two." Sue scolded in a hushed voice, probably forgetting that every person present save for Emily and Claire, had enhanced hearing. I noticed Embry and Quil share a snicker. "If you ruin that little girl's birthday, I will personally murder you both."

"Will she really kill them, Daddy?" I whispered to my father, who let out a sharp laugh.

"No, Baby. She won't kill them." He assured me, handing me off to Momma, who always smelled like flowers. Charlie entered the room first, looking slightly exasperated and moving straight over to Momma and I to kiss us both. He gave me an assessing look, though he was still smiling.

"You get prettier every time I see you, Squirt." Charlie told me. I smiled prettily.

"Thanks, Grandpa." I replied, while my mother opened her mouth to speak.

"I don't want to know." He reminded her, kissing her cheek. Sue greeted us next before joining Charlie and Billy to the side. Momma set me in Jacob's lap so that she could go and help Esme with the cake.

"Why are they always fighting?" I asked Jake, referring to Seth and Leah.

"Leah is a little crazy." Jacob whispered to me, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

"Sorry, Jake!" Seth apologized breathlessly, coming into the room. "The wind knocked the power out and my alarm didn't go off—"

"It's fine, man." Jacob assured him as Leah stomped into the room.

"It's not fine. I am so tired of Seth always making us wait and I'm sick of—" She cut off, gasping once and reeling backward. Her face changed and her eyes took on a glazed, almost dreamy look. I felt Jacob draw in a breath, his hand gripping the table. "Oh, shit." Leah murmured, shaking her head. "No…no, no, no, no."

"What?" Embry asked Seth, who shrugged. Both Quil and Jacob had their eyes locked on Leah, who was still staring at the corner. I thought she was looking at Jennifer at first, but I realized it was Nahuel immediately because he was staring back at her with an equally confused expression on his face.

"What's wrong, Leah?" Emily asked, handing Claire to Quil and moving to stand beside her cousin.

"The other vampires in the room had gone quiet, an uneasy calm settling over the party."

"She imprinted." Jacob informed them in a tight voice.

"Just now?" Seth asked in bemusement.

"What?" Sue cried from the corner near Billy and Charlie.

"Oh God." Daddy said, meeting Jacob's eyes. "It's just like with you, Jacob."

"You imprinted on Nessie?" Jake asked, looking horrified. Leah still had not come out of whatever catatonic state she'd gone into.

"No, on Nahuel." Daddy explained.

"No." Leah said, shaking her head and starting toward the door. "Fuck no."

"Leah!" Her mother reprimanded, looking at me and Claire, who were the obvious babies in the house.

"It's okay, Miss Sue." I told her. "I won't repeat it."

"Good girl. You either Claire." Sue added. The little girl looked promptly up at Quil and whispered something in his ear. His eyes widened and he shook his head.

"It's a bad word, Claire-Bear and you better never say it okay?"

"Okay!" She told him cheerily. I was no longer paying attention to the swearing. I was curious. I looked at my father, who seemed partially amused and partially exhausted. The doors from the kitchen opened and my mother and Esme walked in carrying the birthday cake with the candle lit. Forgetting Leah momentarily, everyone crowded around me and Jacob and sang 'Happy Birthday.'

"Make a wish, Ness." Jacob said to me when they finished. "But you can't tell anyone or it won't come true."

"Okay." I agreed, leaning forward and closing my eyes. I knew exactly what I wanted. When I pulled back, everyone clapped. Momma looked like she wanted to cry as she leaned into my father's side. Esme set about cutting the cake, but something was still bothering me.

"Daddy," I said aloud, "What's imprinting?"

The narration will get more mature as the story goes on. I just want to make sure that she doesn't seem as whiny as Bella did sometimes. And yes, I decided to pair Leah and Nahuel together, because it just makes sense. Maybe someday, I'll write their story. Maybe. Since I got Nahuel's full back story, I'm kind of excited about him.

Anyway...thanks for reading. Reviews are fun.