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Chapter Two (part one)

Renesmee often asked about her brother.

After three days had passed and she had finally been reunited with her mother, thoughts that had taken a backseat to Bella's absence were now bearing the forefront of her mind. It had just taken her reappearance for Renesmee to realize she was missing more than just her mother.

A small hand grabbed at Jacob's face, and images of a warm, dark, and enclosed space filled his mind. It was a nice place, a safe place, if a little cramped, and with the constant presence at her side, Renesmee never felt lonely.

Then she was taken from that place, alone, and pulled into a world of bright lights and color, far bigger than she could comprehend, and always surrounded by people but never the companion who came into this world with her. She felt the absence deeply and distinctly.

It was a void not even her Jacob could fill.

Her question rang loud and clear.

'Where is he?'

Jacob sighed the same time Edward did, and, instead of meeting Renesmee's gaze, he looked to him, face expressing his discomfort.

It was a question she had been asking anyone she could get in contact with, and it was a question everyone had determinedly been trying to avoid.

Curiosity had quickly warped frustration, though, as she never received a straight answer, just things like, "He's near and he's resting."

Which was true. He was near and he was resting; much needed, at that.

But as the days passed, eventually turning into a little over a week, she finally asked, 'Always?'

Which was rather actually expected of a newborn baby, but Renesmee had been comparing him to herself. Everyday she grew a few more inches, gained a few more ounces, and she was having little trouble holding herself upright. She was more often awake and alert, taking in everything she could, than she was dozing off.

And Jacob finally cracking and deciding to give her an inch, while the girl was becoming so aware, enough so to start making her own connections, would only go about as well as expected...

"Nessie, your brother-" he started.

"Jacob," Edward hissed.

He was ignored, and Jacob trudged on, unfazed by the warning.

"Your brother," he continued, eyes maintained on Renesmee's, "isn't exactly suited for hum- contact with others right now." Edward caught his stumble, but he was more focused on the crease that steadily grew between his daughter's brows.

Renesmee raised her hand, and there was that warm, dark place again. This time, however, she placed more emphasis on being pulled out, into the hands of Edward, then Bella, Rosalie, and on a continuous cycle throughout the rest of the family.

'But I am?'

That didn't seem to sit well with her at all.

Frustration became concern, and she asked aloud, startling everyone in the room, "Is he okay?"

There was a long, drawn out silence, Renesmee's gaze flickering over everyone in the room, noting Carlisle and Bella's absence as she had been every time they fluttered in and away.

Only now did it truly seem to dawn on her.

'He's not.'

Unbidden, an image of Bella appeared in her mind, broken, bloodied, and hollow. She hadn't shown Jacob this time, but Edward saw it, and it was an image that had him wincing every time.

Still, she remembered, and she recalled suffocating and thrashing, fighting to get her way out and hitting anything in the way. She had hurt her Momma in the process, and she could only imagine what she had done to the person occupying that space with her.

'And he hasn't been.'

But she saw her mother now, strong, fast, and beautiful, recovered completely. And, yet, she still hadn't seen a wisp of her brother...

'...Is it my fa-'

Edward didn't notice the way her heartbeat had sped up impossibly faster, or how quickly everyone gotten up to surround the child. He had been too immersed in her thoughts. The last one had only served to make him grimace, the same moment Renesmee released a distressed wail.

Jasper was quick to soothe her, wails dying down to a trembling lip, and Edward still stood rooted the spot.

How could she think that?

"Edward!"

The voice was sharp, commanding, calling him over immediately to take care of his child. It was Esme.

Unlike everyone else, Esme had taken one look at EJ and hadn't been back to the room since. Her human memories of her own baby boy had been so suddenly and voilently dug back up upon eyesight of him that she couldn't bare to look.

She looked at him sternly, staring him down, and then drifted away. She'd been trying to gather herself these last few days.

He slipped his way around Rosalie, moving to take Renesmee from Jacob, who was repeatedly asking, "What's wrong? Nessie? Nessie? Ness!"

"Renesmee," Edward cut in. He didn't raise his voice, but everyone immediately quieted to look at him, including Renesmee's own watery gaze tearing her guilt ridden face. He sighed. "Don't think that."

He glared at Jacob briefly, daring him to not hand her over, and gathered the girl into his arms.

Her palm was to his cheek, though there was no need, and he was assaulted with a flurry of questions.

Or more like a mantra of one.

'Where is he? Where is he? Where is he?'

It drowned out the concerned, frantic thoughts of the others and very nearly thundered over his own.

Her thoughts were laced with such panic, knowing, the worst-

She was expecting the worst.

Edward sighed.

There was no avoiding this now.

It was time that his children met.


A/N: Who wants to help me get a grip on this Edward character? XD

Lol, I was stuck at this part for a long while and decided to just put this is up and put a second part up later.

Thanks for reading! Constructive criticism greatly appreciated!