AN- I know its been a while, sorry! Blame my history teacher- four pieces of coursework in two weeks! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
A few hours later...
"Jasper," whispered Alice, "Jasper, you'll be fine. I can't see you doing anything that will hurt it, I mean, hurt her." She said this last word with a little bitterness; not because she was mad at the baby, but she was a little mad a Rosalie. She knew how hard it was going to be for Jasper over the next few years and had proceeded anyway. Still, Alice also knew how happy the baby would make Rosalie, and she and Edward would be there if there was any trouble.
The front door opened slowly, for them at least. Esme had found a crib and the various other things that the baby needed in a small antique shop in Port Angeles and they waited in the room Rosalie and Emmett shared.
"We're back!" yelled Emmett, before being prodded hard by his wife at startling the baby. Within seconds the rest of the Cullens flocked to meet them, and Esme led everyone upstairs to their room, standing back as Rosalie gently laid little Miranda into her cot, her smile lighting up the immediate area.
A few months later...
"Mama!" a cry came from the bedroom. Rosalie and Emmett, who had been...getting friendly in the kitchen whilst the others were out hunting, looked at each other.
"Did she just—" he began, as Rosalie quickly slipped her dress back on. They flew (not literally) up the stairs where Miranda waited impatiently for them.
"Mama! Mama!" she continued. Rosalie picked her up and held her close.
"What is it, honey?" she cooed softly. Miranda pointed towards the window, and they followed the direction of her gaze...and froze.
"Shoot." It was the Volturi.
By some stroke of luck, the rest of the family appeared only milliseconds later. The Italians had sent no more than three of their guard to confront them: Aro, Jane and Alec. Carlisle courteously invited them in, and they followed him through to the dining room.
"I can explain," started Rosalie, before Edward cut her off, his face locked in concentration that matched those of Bella, protecting them from Jane in particular's terrible qualities, Jasper, spreading his calming influence across the room, and Alice, searching into the future, looking hopeful.
"You realise the danger you have put this human into?" Aro asked.
"Yes." Rosalie answered.
"That any sudden movement, any sudden urge," he paused and looked pointedly at Jasper, "could kill her?"
"Yes."
"That one day this human will die? Did you realise that?"
Rosalie stiffened, and Aro relaxed in satisfaction. There was a moment's silence, before Emmett spoke. "Yes, we did."
The Italian vampires exchanged a quick look. Clearly, this was not the answer they had expected.
"Very well then," finished Aro, standing up to face them. "We will allow you to keep the child...for now, although as soon as we hear of any...complications, we will be back." And with that, he and his companions left.
No-one moved until Edward and Alice spoke. "He's not lying, they've gone back to Volterra. He knew there was nothing he could do, not with Bella here, and the werewolves down the road."
Everyone looked at Miranda, who was being held by Renesmee. She smiled at them, a beautiful, beaming smile that could have challenged her mother's, and looked at Rosalie.
"Safe?" she asked, and Rosalie nodded as she took her from Nessie.
"Yes, baby, safe."
A few years later...
The red Mercedes pulled into the driveway, and out stepped Emmett, carrying his daughter's schoolbags, despite the fact that, as she reminded him, she was plenty old enough to carry her own bags. It had been Miranda's first day at the Forks High School her parents and family had attended years before.
"I'm home," called Miranda as she made herself a Marmite sandwich in the kitchen. Instantly, Rosalie was at her side, and Miranda, sensing immediately what she wanted to know, told her everything about her day. It was fairly obvious that not much had changed in their absence, and she spoke of being ahead of the rest of her class, thanks to the years of expert teaching she had received, from Edward especially.
That night at dinner, for Miranda anyway, it was quiet. Alice and Jasper were away hunting; Jasper in particular had had to hunt more frequently since they brought Miranda back, although there had been no major incidents...yet. This was what worried Miranda as she ate her pasta, not that she would die necessarily, but of what it would mean to the family. She knew how desperate Rosalie had been, and how happy her presence had made her and Esme over the past few years. She knew that Jasper had self-control problems, and felt awfully guilty every time he and Alice went away, and she wanted to do something about it. She had known for as long as she could remember about what her parents were, and what it meant, especially to the guys over at La Push.
"You seem quiet," said Esme, "anything bothering you?"
"Well..." she began.
Miranda's seventeenth birthday...
"Are you sure this is what you want, honey?" said Rosalie for the fiftieth time that week.
Miranda sighed, "Yes, Mom. It just makes more sense for it to be this way."
"And what does Seth say about this?" Seth had remained in contact with the Cullens over the years, as had Jacob (obviously), and he and Miranda had grown close.
"He said that he just wants me to be happy," she replied. Rosalie sighed once, and called Carlisle over, as well as Seth, who had insisted on being there.
Miranda laid herself down on the table, Seth at her side, as Carlisle approached her, teeth glinting.
"Mom?" Miranda realised that Rosalie was stood back from the others, and beckoned her to come closer, which she did, standing between Emmett, whose hand she clutched tightly, and Seth, who was holding Miranda's in a similar fashion.
Rosalie leaned a little closer to her daughter's ear, and whispered into it the words of the song Emmett had sung so many years before.
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way do
About you now.