"So Renesmee, what did you think of the book I gave you to read?" Jasper asked as we were sitting on the couch together. He had brought his usual brown satchel with him and I had out a pencil and a notebook.

I answered honestly, "It was alright but it was a little under my level and I didn't like the way the book did not stick to the cemeteries and wandered off onto the life of a few of the dead."

He furrowed his brow. "I thought the change might help keep you concentrated on the book."

I shook my head. "Now you're underestimating my attention span."

He chuckled. "I apologize. You do realize your just over one years old, don't you?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" I demanded.

He sighed. "You can't tie your shoe but you can read a book that should be years above your knowledge. It's mind-boggling."

I defended, "It's not that I can't tie my shoe, just that my fingers being so small makes it difficult."

He chuckled once more. "Fair enough," he conceded. "I thought today we might focus on mathematics."

"Aw," I moaned, "No Europe?"

"Well, if you pay close attention to the lesson, then when it's over, I'll tell you about about the story of William and Mary, alright?" He bargained.

"Alright," I agreed with a smile.

The math for today was mostly Calculus jargon but I picked it up easy enough. After teaching me anything new, such as a theory, he would have me practice once or twice before moving on. Before I knew it, it was twelve o'clock and he was telling me the story of how William the third and Mary the second became King and Queen of the British monarch as he made me grilled cheese for lunch.

I ate the grilled cheese with a cut up apple and peanut butter and a glass of milk. After this Uncle Jasper declared,

"It's nap time, Nessie." Darn, Daddy must have told him I take my naps right after lunch.

"But I'm not even tired!" I complained fussily.

"Don't argue with me Nessie. Now, your dad said you could take your nap on the couch if you wanted but you have to take a nap after lunch," he said sternly. "You can either be good and take your nap on the couch or fuss about it and be sent to your room."

Darn. "Fine," I conceded. "I'll take a nap on the couch."

"Good girl. Go grab your blanket and come lay down."

I grabbed my blanket from my bedroom and returned to see Uncle Jasper sitting on one end of the couch. I laid down on the couch, covering myself with the blanket and using his leg as a pillow. He stroked my hair.

"Rest, sweet little Nessie," he murmured and soon I found myself yawning and drifting to sleep.

Momma's face covered in sweat, her cheekbones protruding against her skin. Blood everywhere. Daddy handed me to Momma and she whispered,

"So beautiful." Over come with desire for blood, I bit into Momma's breast. She cried out and Daddy snatched me away.

Aunt Rose held me most the time. She was sweet and liked to brush my hair. She laughed a lot. Jake was there all the time, too.

He had been there when Aunt Rose carried me away from Momma. He seemed angry then and sad. He wasn't sad anymore. He was happy and he liked to hold me and call me Nessie. I like to bite him. He makes a funny face when I do.

Everybody else is there too and they're saying lots of things. I'm trying to take in all the words and learn what they mean. I want to know it all. I want to be smart for Momma.

Daddy brought me into Grandpa's office. Momma was on a slab. All clean and so pretty and yet so still. Nothing from her but a quick heartbeat. He sat down next to her.

"This is your Momma, Renesmee. Isn't she beautiful? You look just like her," Daddy said to me. "Bella? Can you hear me? Our daughters perfect. You did so good."

Momma's eyes shot open. They were red and bloodshot. Her fists clenched tight and she groaned in pain.

"Perfect," she said with almost no breath. "Momma loves you," she mouthed and then looked to Daddy. "Take care of her. I love you both." She then shrieked in pain and convulsed before her body slammed itself back onto the slab. Her eyes closed and her heart came to a stop.

"NO," Daddy roared and everyone was in the room in a flash. Aunt Rose tore me away from Daddy. Daddy grabbed Momma's face. "Bella, no. Please, please, no. Bella!"

"Oh no," Aunt Alice whispered, horrified. Aunt Rose took me out of the room and the last thing I saw was every one crowded around Daddy, who was on his knees, head in his hands crying out over and over,

"Bella, Bella, Bella, sweet Bella..."

"Nessie! Nessie, wake up!" I heard Uncle Jasper scream.

Bella, sweet Bella.

"Ness! Nessie!"

My Bella, sweet Bella, I love you Bella.

"Renesmee, please!" I heard a desperate Uncle Jasper call and my eyes popped open. I was sitting in his lap, him holding and rocking me.

"Jazzy?" I cried out, my face soaked with tears. I felt a wave of calm engulf me but the tears still came.

"Oh, Nessie, sweetie. Shh, I'm here. I'm so glad your awake." He must have been watching my dreams. Everyone did.

Despite the calm, my heart ached. "I want Daddy!" I sobbed.

"I know, sweetie but he's not here. It's alright, please relax." He sounded grave.

I begged for the next best thing. "I want Jakey!" Uncle Jasper was throwing waves of calm at me but, while helpful, they couldn't work miracles.

"Shh, I'll try." He pulled out his cell phone, dialed, and put it to his ear. "Jacob, Nessie needs you."

"What? What happened?" I heard his deep voice and my heart constricted, more tears fell loose. I wanted him here! I could hear him take off running.

Uncle Jasper said something so fast I didn't quite catch it through my sobs.

I heard Jake gasp. "I'll be there." Then a CLICK.

"You hear that? Jacob's coming, baby. Relax." He continued to rock me back and forth and I continued to sob inconsolably.

Finally, after what must have been an eternity, my Jake burst through the door.