When we arrived into the living room, Rosalie was sitting on the couch holding Renesmee, facing the staircase, while Jacob sat next to Rosalie. Only Alice and Esme were seated, and they were on the other couch sitting next to each other. Emmett was standing at the other end of the couch Rose was sitting on, Jasper stood next to the end of couch were Alice was seated, and Carlisle stood by the bottom of the stairs. As we walked down stairs, it was awkward, seeing the Cullen's like this, especially including Jacob with them. They never acted like this, it was strange. And it was even stranger to be apart of.

I could feel the tension in the room and I didn't want to make any sudden movements, it seemed like any sudden movements and everything would fall apart, like it was all a dream. I finally decided to walk slowly past Carlisle and over to Emmett. I looked up at him for some sign of life in this room. He simply nodded, obviously edging me forward. I gave him a smile, I wasn't sure if I could move forward. Suddenly Edward was a step in front of me, pulling my arm forward, as if to help me move closer to Rosalie. I had been unaware, but he apparently was beside me the whole time.

"Bella, love, you can go see her." His words made it seem so small, going over and holding my baby. But this was something much bigger. I was actually getting to hold my baby for the first time. No, I was getting to hold our baby for the first time.

I nodded and took the steps forward that I needed to, to be standing in front of Rosalie. She stood up and so did Jacob. Why did he seem so protective of her? I wasn't sure, nor did I want to know yet. I wasn't exactly ready to focus on it yet. My little girl was stretching an arm out towards me, she immediately had my absolute attention. She looked weeks, even months old. Maybe even years by now. She kept reaching for me, her bronze colored hair falling in ringlets around her face and shoulders. She reached back to touch Rose's throat. Rosalie nodded, "Yes, that's her."

"Renesmee." I mumbled the name I thought of awhile ago, and it seemed as soon as she heard my voice, she struggled in Rosalie's arms. Rosalie wrapped her arms around her tighter, as if she didn't ever want to let go.

"Rose....Can I...hold her?" I asked. My voice seemed unsteady, even to myself.

She glanced at Carlisle, then nodded. I reached my arms out, putting them exactly where I knew they would fit best as I gently pulled her toward me. Rosalie let her arms drop, as if she was sad to let go. At the same time, Renesmee deliberately reached to touch my face. I saw an image of me, covered in blood and sweat. My face was twisted and ravaged. Then it disappeared, as Renesmee's hand fell from my face, and she smiled her small, dimpled smile.

"What...was...that?" I stammered. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming, or if it was real?

"What did she show you?" Rosalie asked, obviously curious to know what Renesmee 'showed' me.

"She showed me that?" I was sure I sounded surprised.

"I told you it was rather difficult to explain, but quite effective as means of communication go." Edward murmured.

"I looked terrible." I replayed the image over and over again in my head, as if on repeat. I couldn't help but notice that it looked like I was looking at myself, from another person's eyes. I couldn't stop thinking about how beat up I looked to them; Jacob, Edward, Jasper...and the rest of the Cullens.

"It was the only memory she had of you."

"But, how did she do it?"

Carlisle was one now talking. "It's almost as if she's doing the opposite of what Edward and Alice do. It's definitely an interesting twist."

Edward nodded in agreement. I nodded, and looked down at my beautiful baby in my arms. I knew they were going on about the possibilities, but I didn't care. I was staring at the most gorgeous face in the world, and staring into her chocolate eyes. Edward was right, she did have my eyes.

"I remember you, too." I told her as I leaned down and pressed my lips to her forehead. I hadn't realized Jacob was standing in front of me. I didn't realize he was touching Renesmee either.

"What is your problem, Jacob?" I growled. I didn't like the idea of him having his hands all over her.

"Just because I understand, it doesn't mean I won't throw you out, Jacob." Edward hissed at him. "Don't ruin this moment for Bella." He added.

"I'll help him toss you out, dog." Rosalie promised. " I owe you a good kick in the gut."

Obviously, their relationship had not changed. If anything, it had obviously gotten worse. Well, my wish was now tossed out the window.

I glared at Jacob, trying to piece together all of his weird behaviors together. What could have happened while I was unconscious that would soften him so much toward the reason for it's necessity? Or why he would keep secrets from me, such as he did earlier?

As I puzzled over it and all of the possibilities, I watched him stare at Renesmee. He stared at her like...like he was a blind man seeing the sun for the very first time.

"No!" I gasped.

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