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Chapter Two
I was already falling asleep, and Aunt Rosalie had noticed, and had laid me on the couch as she got up, whispering something to Jacob which was too low for me to hear. All I could hear was them arguing in low, harsh whispers. My name was mentioned, as were things like the words, "hurt," "love," and "not like that."
As I fell asleep, I dreamed of.. pretty much nothing, for a little. Then my Momma's face, her sick, half-dead face, kept coming to mind. Then, Daddy's, then Jacob's, then Rosalie's, all along with different color's to match how I saw them, shapes, too. I dreamed of flowers, the smell of the soaps from earlier, how everyone else had smelled.
It all slowly faded and my eyes opened to see no sunlight shining through the windows. I was in cold arms, ones I did not recognize. I didn't feel fear, however, but surprise. I thought for a second, taking in their scent and looking up at them; Golden eyes, like Aunt Rosalie's and Daddy's, but short and spiky brown hair. She had a pixie-shaped face, and seemed... sweet. She smelled like lilies and sugar.
She looked down at me and a bright smile instantly lit up her face.
"Aw, you have Bella's eyes!" was the first thing to come from her. Her voice was high and cheery, "Oh, and I'm your Aunt Alice, by the way, Renesmee. It's so nice to finally see you," she said, placing a light kiss on my forehead. I placed my palm lightly against her neck, showing her Momma's face, and asking if she was alright, showing my worry for her.
Aunt Alice simply nodded at me, and I smiled at her, so happy that she was alive and well. I kept my hand there, showing her Daddy, my Jacob, and Rosalie, asking where they were.
"Well, sweetie, they're out hunting, Rosalie and Edward are. You have no idea how hard it was to get Edward to go hunting, but he'll be back in a few minutes, I believe. Jacob is in the kitchen, eating," she giggled a bit at the end. I smiled at her and nodded again. I was about to ask her if she could take me to see Jacob, but someone walked in. He seemed a bit older than everyone I had seen so far. He had short, blonde hair and golden eyes, as I noticed most people had, aside from Momma and my Jacob. He looked aged, but young in his face. I looked back at Aunt Alice, letting her see my confusion as to who he was.
She looked up at him, and then spoke softly to me, "That's your grandpa Carlisle, Renesmee." I smiled to him and reached my arms out for him. I built up the courage to try calling out Grandpa's name, but all that still came were mumbles and odd sounds. I decided, in my frustration, to stick to my current favorite way of communication for good.
He chuckled lightly, "Renesmee, it's alright. You're only a day old, nobody really expects you to speak with perfect english yet. It's okay." He picked me up from Aunt Alice's arms, and spoke softly to me, "Now, if you don't mind, I have to take some measurements of you. I had taken some while you were asleep, but it's necessary to, until your growth slows down a bit, to do this twice, maybe three times a day."
I simply nodded at him, smiling a bit. Smiling was easy, and I enjoyed doing it. Grandpa carried me into a room. There was a desk, multiple shelves of books; there had to be hundreds of books, and papers, pens, intelligent looking things. He, very carefully and gently, sat me on a desk, which already had a soft blanket on it, and was cleared of papers and pens.
I watched with interest as Grandpa got a tape measure and nothing else; he must have had a perfect memory, and wrapped it around one of my arms, one of my legs, my waist, and my head. He smiled a bit at me, "Renesmee, do you think you could stand up, or should I help you up?" I thought for a second, and, when I thought about it, I hadn't even been given the chance to try yet. I nodded once, not being able to tell him which I'd like to do, and reached one hand out for him to at least help me onto my feet.
He gave me his hand and I could only grab a few fingers, but managed to, unbalanced, stand up, wobbling very slightly, because of my size, I guess. I reached one hand out to the wall next to me, and as I placed it there, let go of Grandpa's. He somewhat stared at me, and I knew he was shocked. This wasn't normal, I knew. I should be growing slowly. I shouldn't be standing on my own.
Grandpa put the tape measure on the desk right next to my feet and pulled it up to my head, and I saw the many numbers and lines on it. He looked at it for a few long seconds before slowly letting the thin measure go back in, and placing it on a shelf near his books. He sighed a bit, "Renesmee, I'm sure you'd like to know how much you've grown," I thought about it, then nodded once, "well, you've grown three and a half inches in your sleep, height-wise." I didn't necessarily know how much that was, but I guess that it was a lot. I simply nodded at him, and, to get him to understand what I wanted, reached both of my arms out, no longer leaning on the wall, for him to lift me up.
I noticed that I was balanced easily, putting my weight evenly on both feet. He looked surprised, but less than before as he lifted me up. I placed my palm to his cheek, showing him Jacob's face, asking where he was, and where my Daddy and Momma were.
"Jacob is in the kitchen, and yes I'll take you to him, my dear," he said softly, and a bit awkwardly, "Edward is upstairs with your mother, as she is changing into a vampire as we speak. Also, she is doing exceptionally well. A bit quiet, but very well."
Grandpa carried me into the kitchen, where my Jacob sat at the table, a fork in his hand, eating something that smelled... odd, to say the least. I instantly reached both hands out for him, not noticing anything else. As soon as he saw me, he sat his fork on the plate of what he was eating, and came to me, Grandpa handing me to him. I hugged my Jacob around the neck, the first person for me to do that to, and I saw him smile. Then I pulled away, letting him hold me as I looked around.
I hadn't been in this room before, but it was full of shiny things. I instantly loved them. I adored how the light sparkled off of them, glimmering a beautiful pure white, with rainbows shooting off of it. I wanted to show Jacob, so I did, putting my hand to his cheek and pushing the images of the light into his head. He chuckled lightly, nodding.
"Yes, it's beautiful." he said to me in an adoring voice. Then I noticed Grandpa standing next to a woman who looked rather motherly. She had long, dark brown hair, a bit of auburn on the parts that were in the sunlight. I looked at them both, then just at her, asking my Jacob who she was.
"What's she saying?" I heard Grandpa ask. Jacob told him, "she wants to know who Esme is." I smiled brightly and nodded. The woman named Esme walked over to us, reaching her arms to Jacob and I.
"May I?" she asked, softly and gingerly as Jacob hesitatedly handed me over to her. She cradled me in her arms, very lovingly. She spoke softly to me, "Renesmee, I'm your Grandma. You can call me anything you'd like, but my name is Esme." I placed my hand to her cheek, Grandma, I said to her, smiling at her.
She smiled happily and rather proudly at me, "Your gift is a reverse of your father's, I see." I was confused. Gift? She nodded, answering my question.
"Yes, honey. Your father can read minds, your Aunt Alice can see the future, and your Uncle Jasper, whom I know you have yet to meet, can feel and alter others' emotions," she explained to me.
I felt the burn in my throat again, and showed Grandma Esme what I felt. She nodded and whispered something to Grandpa, something about formula, whatever that was. I watched as Grandpa prepared something white, and put it in the same metal bottle that Aunt Rose had used. He brought it over to me in Grandma's arms.
"Renesmee, my darling, we need you to try this. It's called formula. We simply need to know if you can ingest this, along with other human food, as opposed to blood," he explained carefully to me. I liked how he treated me as an equal, to some extent, and not a baby. Letting me know what was going on, telling me things I needed to know.
I nodded at Grandpa, and he carefully brought the bottle close to me. I sniffed the end of it, trying to get a sense of what I was trying, and it smelled.. well, absolutely repulsive, to be brutally honest. I didn't want it anywhere near me, so I shook my head a few times, now noticing my curls were an inch or two longer, a bit more below my shoulders.
He sighed, not impatiently, but I couldn't tell how. "Please, honey? We just need to know." I deliberated it for a second, and then lifted my hands up, holding the bottle as he continued to hold it for me, as well. I took the end of it in my mouth and sucked a bit. The "formula" tasted... Oh my goodness, it tasted terrible. I couldn't help but make a face and spit it out. I shook my head quickly. No, no, no, no, no. I don't like it. I pushed the bottle away gently, not wanting to be rude.
Grandpa sighed and took the bottle to the sink, emptying it and rinsing it out, and filling it with a bag of blood. I smiled at him, silently thanking him. Grandpa brought it to me and I smiled at him, nodding, thanking him again. I drank it quickly and let go of the bottle as I finished it.
Grandma Esme carried me into the living room, with the couches and fireplace, my Jacob coming with the both of us. I felt a bit tired again, and placed my palm to Grandma's cheek, showing her. She smiled warmly at me and nodded.
"You can take a little nap, dear. It's alright," she said to me. I smiled softly and said my thank you to her, letting myself drift off to sleep.
