A/N:
Thankyou so so so so so much x 1,000,000 to everyone who added my story to their alerts and favorites. Special thanks to 16-toxic-crayons and EdwardEclipse for their beautiful reviews. I feel like I haven't updated in forever! lol but thanks soo much guys once again. the next two chapters will be pretty short:( but the two after that will be long(^_^) enjoy!! Oh! and I don't own Twilight or the characters*rolls eyes* lol
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"Renesmee, honey, wipe your feet off!" My Grandmother greeted me at the front door and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I went back outside and rubbed my feet on the welcome mat trying to rid them of dirt.
"Where's Jacob?" My mother called from somewhere inside the house.
"Phasing out in the woods" I said regularly, she would hear me. I bent down to remove some of the stubborn dirt that wouldn't come off my feet. I felt a light breeze and then there she was. My beautiful mother. Her skin was flawless and pale white. Her smile could quick start the deadest of men's heart. She bent down and wrapped her smooth stone arms around me. She pulled me up with her, standing straight, giving me a proper embrace.
"My beautiful Renesmee." She cooed. She stepped back putting each of her hands on either side of my face. "How are you this morning?" I told her I was fine and she shuffled me into the house.
"Bells!" I heard Jacob say once we were in the living room." You never told me you had a cheater for a daughter." He looked angry. It wasn't my fault he couldn't keep up.
"I did not cheat Jacob! You're just mad-"
"I saw you tree hop!" he said cutting me off and folding his arms.
"I did no such thing!" I had won fair and square! I couldn't believe he was accusing me, honest of all honest, Renesmee Cullen of such a thing.
"Jake just face it you lost!" he grumbled some more and went towards the kitchen to raid the fridge.
"So what the dogs mad now?" Aunt Rose sashayed into the living room wearing a long red tight fitting strapless ball gown, her hair in loose curls all over her head. She smiled revealing her set of perfect white teeth, with not even a speck of the deep red lip stick she was wearing stained on them.
"What? Oh yeah, Jacob thinks I cheated on the race back home." She must have heard our little tiff. I smiled at my aunt. She looked absolutely stunning. Jacob returned with a sandwich and a bag of chips into the family room.
"Wow Blondie you clean up pretty good" he said surprised as he plopped down on the couch. My aunt rolled her eyes.
"Thanks mutt" she took out a small compact mirror from the black clutch she was holding and checked her makeup.
" Em, Alice, Jasper, and I are going to see the Japanese play Yamaza this afternoon in Bellevue. Then were' going ballroom dancing at La trios Deux later in the evening." She placed the compact mirror back inside her clutch. I heard those tickets were expensive, not to mention impossible to get. I wasn't surprised though. We Cullen's had our ways.
My mom went and sat on the couch next to Jacob. Not really needing to sit, but just wanting to be with her old friend. A moment later Aunt Alice, on her tippy toes, came spiraling into the room draped in a knee length, sparkly silver, strapless balloon dress. Next came Uncle Emmett in a black tux and Uncle Jasper in a white one. They all looked so dazzling! In an instant my dad was next to me, his arm draped over my shoulders.
"Thank you So much Edward!" Aunt Alice squealed in her all too perfect ringing soprano voice.
"It wasn't a problem at all. You four enjoy yourselves." My father was too kind.
The quartet made their way towards the front door.
"Don't forget to bring me back a playbill!" I nearly screamed at them. My Uncle Jasper laughed assuring me he would. I loved plays! My mother and father would take me to see whatever play was showing that week. I didn't care if it was low budget or in a different language, I wanted to see it.
Once they were outside, I heard the purr of my dad's Volvo in the driveway.
Why'd they take your car Dad? I looked up at him asking without words.
"It's classy" he chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.