Edward and Bella were as beautiful and perfect as I remembered.

The guilt grew heavier as I saw the unconditional love and happiness in my mother's eyes. She had forgiven me the moment I walked away from her. The moment I chose him over my family.

My father was harder to read. His face was wiped clean of any emotions. His hand was tight around my mother's. He still did not trust me, and the doubt hurt. I wish I could say his mistrust was unfounded, but unfortunately there was a time when I would have been capable of hurting them so much more.

"Renesmee."

Hearing my name from my mother's lips brought up all my emotion to the surface. It took everything I had not to run up and throw myself in her arms. I needed to be held by my mother, because I knew that was the only place I might find peace, even if it were only for a few minutes.

Bella had always been easy to read. She was no more capable of deception now than before when she was human. It was one of the many qualities my father fell in love with.

She pulled her hand out of Dad's and started walking slowly towards me. "Bella," my Dad called after her. The fear was clear in his voice. He would have probably physically restrained her if he though it would actually do any good. He knew there was no way he could come between a mother and her daughter.

"Renesmee," said my mother again as she came up in front of me. Her arms came up and I was powerless to stop. I threw my arms around her and held on as tight as I could.

Being half human gave me the ability to cry, during both happy and sad occasions. This moment was no exception. The floodgate of tears opened and the next thing I knew I was bawling in my mother's arms. Physically touching gave me the ability to show her everything I was thinking. At the moment she saw every reprehensible memory and emotion I had experienced since leaving. Her arms tightened around me and never was I more grateful for her strength. I knew nothing could ever hurt me while I was with my mother.

I don't know how many minutes or hours passed. I just knew that I was so glad to be home.

I heard Dad sigh quietly behind. His face was down and out of sight, but I had heard pain in his breath. I knew he was battling with himself, trying to decide if it was right to trust his daughter again.

My mom released me, but took my hand and led me towards Dad. As we drew closer my father actually took a step back. The rejection hurt deeply, like throwing acid on a flesh wound. I knew I deserved no less, but that did not help ease the pain. He was my father, and a part of me had still hoped that he would forgive me.

"Dad," I whispered to him.

I knew he could read my mind, but I still had to say the words out loud.

"I know that I deserve no less than your eternal hate. What I did was unforgivable and the time that I spend away from you and mom…"

I choked up, my throat still rough from the crying bout with mom. This was perhaps the hardest thing I ever had to do, but I would apologize to my family, even it was the last thing I ever did.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for hurting you and for hurting Mom. I'm sorry for turning into one of the soulless creatures you have always despised. I can't ask you to trust me, or love me the way you did before, but I hope you can see that I only want to help you and the rest of the family. Please say you will let me."

Dad stood silently while I went through my apology. His face had been turned away from me the whole time. It seemed like my worst nightmare was about to come true. Dad was going to sent me away.

Edward scoffed amusingly, surprising me with his reaction.

"As if your mother would ever allow me to do such a thing. As if I could ever do such a thing," he said. His face finally turning and looking at me.

I wasn't sure what to make of his comment.

"You are my daughter as well, Renesmee. Even when I knew what you were doing, I never stopped hoping that one day you would repent and come back to us."

His words were like a ray of sunshine to the dark, vast wasteland that had been my life for so long. I stared gasping for air, hardly daring to believe my good fortune.

"I will always love you Renesmee, and of course I forgive you."

I released Mom's hand and flung myself into Dad's arms. I buried my face in his throat, breathing in his sweet, comforting fragrance. Much to my embarrassment, I started sobbing hysterically again. Dad simply held me tightly against his body while I wrapped my arms around his neck in a chokehold.

For decades I had prided myself on keeping my emotions under control, but today none of that seemed to matter. I was home, I was finally with my parents, where I belonged.