(A.N. Hello all. Well, the time has come. You all get to meet Isadora today! Exciting right? Well I just wanted to warn you that she has a problem with her 'R's among other things, though she tends to change it up a bit, so spelling will be different and well, wrong when she speaks but please be aware it is just the way she speaks. Well, I hope you like her. I hope you like the chapter and I really hope you review to tell me about how much you like the chapter. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and taken an interest in this story so far. The play list link is on my profile and there will be new songs on there for this chapter so check that out if you like. Review, Review, Review!)

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Rosalie's POV-

Losing Tanya was like losing my sister and best friend all in one. The last few weeks have been so full with the funeral arrangements and phone calls to inform people about Tanya's sudden death, that it was impossible not to think about it. Our parents didn't even show enough concern to ask when the funeral was, or offer to help with anything other than offering money. But that's all they have ever been in our lives. A constant source of money. We always accepted it, but only because it was the only form of love we could get from them. Then there was Isadora.

If she wasn't there with me everyday I don't know that I would be able to handle any of this. Looking at her was like looking at Tanya in a way, which hurt to an extent, but was more comforting than anything else. Giving Isadora up to her father, Edward, was probably going to kill me. Isadora helps me not feel so alone. Her constant presence is my security blanket and as happy as I was when Edward accepted everything like he did, so well, I was also a little saddened by it. Part of me, the very selfish part, hoped he would want to stay out of her life so I wouldn't have to give her up.

Edward called me a few times since our first conversation to make sure I was still okay and to see if there was anything he could do. His 'parents' and 'brother' were coming to the funeral too. At first I thought it was a polite and kind gesture for them to show there condolences in such a way, but what truly shocked me was that they truly wanted to help. Esme, Edward's adoptive mother, Isadora's namesake, called to make sure I didn't need any help or someone to speak with. Never, before that moment, had I ever really known how a mother acted, at least not through personal experience. Of course I watched Tanya with Isadora, and had watched kids I grew up with as their mothers fawned over them, but never had I actually experienced it. The single conversation with Esme made me understand Tanya's love for the woman.

Edward spoke to Isadora on the phone once. Granted she just thought she was talking to a friend of mine, not her father. She would know, though, when she saw him. She asked to look at the picture of 'mommy and daddy' every night before bed. She knew Edward's face as the face of her father. When I told her that her daddy was coming to visit she lit up. I hadn't seen her smile so big since before the night we found out about Tanya. She didn't quite grasp what happened to Tanya. I told her that her mommy went to live in the sky, and that we wouldn't get to see her again for a long time. She cried and got a little angry at that but after awhile she just kind of acted normal except for a few little things. She didn't smile nearly as much, and she had a harder time getting to sleep. I was just happy that she was handling it that well. Hearing that she was going to meet her daddy brightened her up so much more. Everyday she asks if she gets to see daddy today, and today I get to tell her yes.

"Isadora." I whispered as I leaned over to wake her. She was lying sprawled out with her curly hair fanned out around her. She had her favorite stuffed animal, a small yellow giraffe she named Princess Cootie, in a choke hold. She was already half awake, I could see her little eyes moving behind her eyelids, but she was pretending she was still asleep. I brushed some of the hair out of her face and watched as her lips twitched as she tried to hold back her smile. "Today's the big day."

Her tiny fists came up and rubbed her eyes as she yawned. She looked up at me through sleepy squinted eyes and graced me with her little smile.

"Guess what today is." I cooed to her excitedly. "Guess who is coming to see you."

She scrunched her face together in thought for a second before opening her eyes wide and looking at me hopefully. "Daddy?" I smiled at her and nodded.

She scrambled out of her bed, holding Princess Cootie by the neck and did her ritual shake off to wake herself up fully, then held up the giraffe and shook her awake. Tanya had taught her that to make waking up more fun. Watching her wiggle her arms and legs around in the morning was one of the highlights of my day.

"So I think we should dress you up really pretty to see your dad." I said kneeling down in front of her. "What do you think?"

She nodded excitedly. One thing this little girl couldn't say no to was a good game of dress up. "Can I help pick my clothes?"

"Of course!" I said happily as I smoothed down her wild curls that were sticking up at weird angles from sleeping. She squealed excitedly and ran towards her closet, where she stood waiting for me to assist her.

I walked over to her, opened the doors to the closet and lifted her onto my hip so she could get a closer look at her selections. I sorted through the clothes while she shook her head at all the ones she didn't want until we got to her pink flowered dress. She stopped my hand as I reached up to push the dress aside and looked at me.

"I want to wear that one, Aunty Rose." She looked at me with big pleading eyes. "Pwease."

"This one?" I said, pointing to the pretty little pink dress. She nodded excitedly. I cocked my head to the side and pretended to inspect the dress. She stared at me with wide eyes, but kept the dress closed tightly in one of her fists. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sir of it." She said quickly and looked up at me from under her long eyelashes. She definitely knew how to work her charms.

"Well alright, but if you wear this dress we are going to have to tie your hair back with pink ribbon and I think that you will have to wear your fancy white shoes too." She clapped her hands wildly together and reached out with her other hand to grab the dress down.

Isadora busied herself with putting her shoes on while I went and made a few last minute phone calls to make sure everything was in order for the funeral tomorrow. Just as I hung up the phone Isadora came out with a hair brush and Princess Cootie with a long pink ribbon trailing behind her. She had her dress on with white tights under it that I helped her put on earlier. She had her fancy white shoes on the wrong feet, making her walk slightly bo-legged. Kind of like a penguin. Her hair was a crazy mess and curls pointed every which way. She smiled widely at me when she looked up and saw me watching her.

"Where did this little princess come from?" I asked her as I stood up and walked towards her. She squinched her face up at me. "Lets see you spin." She giggled as she spun around, making her dress float out around her. Then she stopped and pinned her hands down at her side as she faced me again, bending towards me slightly at the waist.

"I'm a pwincess!" She said happily.

"You sure are, but I think we should do your hair and put your shoes on the right feet before we present you to the public." She looked down to her shoes and sighed. She tried really hard to get them on correctly, but seldom got it right. "It's alright honey. I put my shoes on the wrong feet all the time."

She looked up at me skeptically while I nodded at her. She shrugged deciding that I must be telling the truth. "I will put them on wight." She said, flopping on the floor and taking her shoes off.

As she did that I grabbed the hairbrush. I combed out the tangles from her hair then tied half of it back with the thin pink ribbon she brought out. She waited patiently for me to comb down the bumps until I patted her on the shoulder, "All done, princess." She hopped up and looked at me expectantly. "You are the prettiest princess in all the LAND!" I fanned my hands out around me and swept them out in an exaggerated motion. I heard her giggle, so I stopped and looked at her. "And just what is so funny little miss?" I asked. She pinched her lips together trying to stifle her giggle. I reached out to her and tickled her sides, unleashing her trapped giggles. I pulled her down into my lap and lifted her legs up to inspect her shoes, making sure she put them on correctly this time. "Perfect!" I said and kissed her on the side of the head. Just then, the door bell rang.

We both looked up towards the door and then back at each other, before glancing back at the door. "Is that daddy?" She asked in awe. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the door in wonder.

"I think it might be." I said, squeezing her shoulders lightly. "Why don't you go put your hairbrush away while I answer the door?" I smiled at her and she nodded, jumping up from my lap. She grabbed the hairbrush and sprinted towards the bathroom to put it away.

I walked over to the door, straightening out my shirt and pants as I went. I looked through the peep hole to see a nervous looking Edward looking around at his surroundings. He looked just like I remembered. I took a deep breath and opened the door. He straightened quickly as I came into view and his eyes were wide with anticipation. He scanned the floor around me, I'm assuming he was looking for his daughter. He must have been just as excited as Isadora about the meeting.

He smiled at me. "Hello Rose."

"Hi Edward." I said back. "It's nice to see you again." Neither of our tones were what anyone would call happy, but I wouldn't call them sad either. The circumstances surrounding the reunion weren't the best and our tones reflected that.

"You too." He said politely.

I ushered him in after we stood in silence for a few seconds. "Well, come in. Isadora has been waiting for you to get here. She is very excited to meet her daddy." Edward took in a deep breath as I said the word daddy. He looked around, his gaze stopping at the toys piled in the corner. He looked back at me nervously. "Don't worry Edward. She won't bite." I teased weakly.

"I know. I'm sorry." He said, looking down and taking another deep breath. "I have been looking forward to meeting her all week."

Just then, we heard little foot falls descending upon us from the hall. Edward looked in the direction they sounded from nervously as a head of bouncing curls appeared from around the corner. She was watching her feet, making sure she didn't trip, so she didn't see us staring at her yet. She was holding onto her stuffed giraffe tightly around the neck as she ran towards us. Edward let out a little gasp as he looked at her.

She stopped abruptly at the sound and looked up at us. Her mouth hung open in a little 'O' shape and her eyes were wide as she looked at Edward. I smiled a knelt down.

"Isadora." I called, getting her attention. She looked at me long enough to see me wave her over, and then looked back at Edward. She watched him the whole time as she walked over to me clutching her giraffe to her chest. When she made it over she nestled in close to me as I wrapped an arm around her waist. Edward knelt down so he was eye level with her and smiled at. "Isadora this is your dad."

"Hi Isadora." Edward said nervously.

She stared at him a moment without a word. He looked at me worriedly. I looked back down at Isadora just in time to see a smile break across her face as she lunged at Edward and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Daddy!"

Edward sighed and hugged her back. He looked up at me, his eyes glossing over, looking like the proudest man on earth. He mouthed the words 'thank you' to me before nuzzling his face into Isadora's hair. I smiled at him and stood from my spot to give him a little bit of privacy. When Isadora finally pulled away she looked up at me, looking the happiest I have seen her since her mother died. She turned back toward Edward and held up her toy.

"This is Pwincess Cootie!" She said proudly. "She's a giwaffe."

Edward smiled at her and then looked at the small stuffed giraffe. "Well, it's nice to meet you Princess Cootie." He stuck his hand out and shook one of the stuffed animals legs. Isadora giggled.

Edward's POV-

That little giggle made my heart swell with pride. It was the sweetest sound I have ever heard, and I was the reason for it. I looked at the happy little girl seeing bright green eyes, just like my own, staring back. I couldn't imagine a more beautiful child.

"I knew you were my daddy." She said matter of factly. "From the pitcha mommy and aunty Rose show me."

I smiled widely at her, then looked up at Rose, drawing my eyebrows together in confusion.

"We have a picture of you and Tanya together that Tanya has been showing little miss here, since she was born. She has known you were daddy her whole life." For some reason I didn't quite comprehend that. I hated that this sweet little girl, my daughter, knew about me when I didn't know she even existed. How long had she waited to meet her daddy? How long had I kept her waiting? "Tanya also filled a baby book full of anything and everything you might want to know about Isadora. She took hundreds of pictures too. I have a lot to show you."

"Wow." I sighed out as I felt Isadora come over and run her hands through my hair. She twisted and pulled it, her face looked serious, like she was concentrating really hard. She had her tongue sticking out and firmly pressed to her top lip. Then, when she finished, she brought her hands down and wiped them off on each other.

"Sowwy daddy." She said, sadly glaring at my hair. "It won't stay down. I can't fix it."

Rosalie and I laughed loudly. Isadora looked between us looking incredulous to our amusement. I stifled my laughter quickly and looked at her. It was hard to keep a straight face as she went from glaring at my hair to staring unhappily at Rosalie and I.

"It's alright." I said, patting her shoulder. "My hair has a mind of it's own. It won't stay down for anyone. But thank you for trying."

"Hey princess? Do you want to show your dad your pictures?" Isadora's eyes grew wide with excitement as she nodded wildly.

"I'll go get'em." She said, taking off back towards the hallway. I stood as I watched her run off, not bothering to change my awed expression.

"C'mon." Rosalie said, ushering me toward the living room. "You'll want to be sitting comfortably for this. It will take awhile. She explains every single picture in detail."

"I didn't realize she had seen me before." I sat on the couch and leaned back.

"Tanya thought it was important for her to know who her father was." Rosalie explained. "She wanted her to love you for when you finally met her."

I nodded and swiped a hand through my hair. "She's perfect."

Rosalie smiled at me and nodded. "Isn't she?" She said, staring fondly towards the direction Isadora ran off. "She likes you. I've never seen her take so completely to someone before." I smiled widely at her, unable to find words for how proud her statement made me. She stood, "I'll go grab the baby book."

"I thought Isadora was grabbing it." I said confused.

"No, she's grabbing the photo album." Rose said with a tight smile. "Just pictures. The baby book on the other hand has all the detailed descriptions of all of her firsts. You will feel like you were there for all of it when you finish reading it. Tanya spent a lot of time making sure nothing was left out."

I covered my face in my hands and leaned my head back after Rosalie walked off. This was all so new, so overwhelming but in such a fantastically scary way. Isadora was more than I ever could have expected. The fact that I just met her didn't effect the love I already felt for her. I loved her before I met her, as soon as I found out about her, but seeing her brought all those feeling on so much stronger. She was such a perfect mix of Tanya and myself, and so smart. She was now and forever the most important thing in my life.

"Daddy?" I felt a little hand tugging on my jeans as the little voice filtered up to me. I couldn't get over how incredible, and strange, it felt to be called that. "Daddy, why are you hiding your face for? Are you trying to play hide and seek!?"

I looked down at her. "Do you like playing hide and seek?" I asked. She crawled up on the couch holding a large photo album and then, when she was all the way up on the couch, she set down the photo album and crawled onto my lap. She sat with her legs crossed facing me.

"Yes, it is my favorite game." She said seriously. "But daddy, you can't play it by yourself."

"I was just practicing." I bluffed. She stared at me skeptically.

"Did you get the pictures?" Rosalie asked as she walked around the couch and sat down holding a yellow book that said baby across it. Isadora nodded and turned herself around on my lap. Rose scooted in closer and put the photo album in Isadora's lap. Isadora opened to the first page and pointed to the single picture that was in the center.

"Look." She said as she looked over her shoulder at me to make sure I was paying attention. "Mommy and daddy." She pointed to the picture of Tanya and I as she proudly declared who we were. She turned the page and began explaining every picture to me, while Rose revised certain descriptions for me. I couldn't help the anguish I felt as the pages turned revealing a happy Tanya, Rose, and Isadora on each page, and I was nowhere to be found. Watching as the pictures documented all the time I missed was hard to bear, but when I saw those pictures of a new born Isadora cradled in her mothers arms I knew that Isadora had officially taken over my heart entirely.

It took nearly an hour and a half before we had gotten through the pictures, but having Isadora sitting on my lap as she laughed and giggled made the time fly by. Rosalie decided that I should take home the baby book to look over tonight and Isadora yawned and rubbed her eyes. She turned slightly, so I could cradle her in my arms and nestled herself into my chest where she promptly fell asleep.

I couldn't bring myself to get up and lay her in bed. Holding her, as she slept so comfortably on me was something I never imagined happening. I was sure it would be awkward and scary for Isadora meeting me for the first time. Never could I have anticipated how welcoming she was. I had Tanya to thank for that.

Rosalie and I sat on the couch talking while Isadora slept soundly in my arms. She told me stories about Isadora over the last three years, about Tanya, and their life in general. Watching as she reminisced, as she smiled and laughed about all those moments she got to spend with Tanya and Isadora made me realize something I hadn't thought about. My taking Isadora was leaving Rose with no one. She would be here, alone, with no real family to speak of. At least, none that cared enough to be worth while.

"What are you going to do after I leave?" From the look in her eyes as she stared down at the little girl in my arms I could tell she knew exactly what I was talking about.

"I'm not sure." She admitted, looking back up at me finally. "I guess just live my life. Take it day by day. Tanya and Isadora are really all I have or had rather, so I suppose Isadora is all I have." She shrugged and cleared her throat. "It will be hard, but I can figure it out."

"Why don't you move to Seattle?" I blurted it out before I had time to really think of what I was saying, but really it made sense. She would be close to Isadora, and Esme had already decided that she was going to play the mom role as best as she could in Rosalie's life, even if Rose wasn't quite aware of it yet. "You would be closer to Isadora that way, and you could stay with me while you looked for a place. Esme would love to have you nearby. It seems like a better option. Besides, I'm new to this dad thing. I could probably use the help."

Rosalie just stared at me for a few moments. I couldn't quite gauge her expression, but what would her objections be? The only one I could think of was moving to a new, unfamiliar place with a different climate, but compared to the benefits, what was a new location.

She didn't give me an answer that day, nor did I press for one. She needed time to think about it. I understood that. I hoped she did though. Isadora and her obviously had a bond that couldn't be replaced. They needed each other in their lives.

I took Isadora into her room and laid her down for her nap. I kissed her rosy little cheeks, whispering my goodbye, and left back to my hotel room. Rosalie asked if I wanted to come by the next morning to wake Isadora, and I couldn't resist. She even asked if I could bring Esme along so she would get a chance to meet her before the funeral. There was no doubt in my mind that Esme would come with me. She was not just excited about meeting Isadora, but also about meeting Rosalie.

I didn't even think about heading for my room when I made it back to the hotel, instead I went straight for Esme and Carlisle's room where I knew I would find Emmett, probably bored out of his mind and waiting impatiently for his parents to consider it late enough to go to dinner. I knocked on the door and was greeted by a hopeful looking Esme. I smiled brightly at her as she wrapped her arms around me.

"How did it go?" She asked as she held my shoulders staring up at my face. The smile didn't leave my lips.

"Fantastic."