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Chapter 5
It had all started out as a nearly ordinary day. Besides the fact that she hadn't slept well the night before, and the fact that she was feeling a bit uneasy that morning, it almost felt like just another day.
Almost.
She had woken up at six in the morning. She could already smell and hear her grandmother in the kitchen. As she walked into to the table, she half-expected to see Jake gobbling down some waffles and bacon. She missed her Jacob. She wished to see him, but she also knew that she would have to be patient. Jacob wouldn't know her now. Thinking about Jacob was making her feel unhappy again, so she turned her attention to the display of cookery on the countertop.
Esme had made an extravagant breakfast. Since she hadn't known what Renesmee's favorite breakfast food was, she had simply made every morning food known to man – and vampires, she supposed.
Nessie, not wanting to turn down any of it, got small portions of just about everything. She thanked Esme, sat down, and nibbled thoughtfully on some ham.
She hadn't thought about it until now, but she realized now that she would get to see Momma as a human. Of course, when Nessie was first born, she had still been mortal, but this time she could actually talk to her mother before her transformation. She had always wondered what her momma had really been like before she became a vampire. Hearing stories was never quite the same, though, she did have to admit – Uncle Emmett had some funny stories on Momma. She had trouble imagining her being clumsy and blushing often though. She had seen pictures also. She loved looking through old photo albums.
Renesmee was just finishing up her breakfast when the Cullens were leaving. She received a hug, kiss on the cheek, and a goodbye from her family before they left her and Esme to go and get her parents.
Nessie wasn't sure what she and her grandmother would spend the morning doing together. It was only 6:45. Carlisle had expected that they would return mid-afternoon.
"So, Renesmee," Esme began, "What do we like to do together in your time?"
"Before I went back in time, we were making a quilt together. You were teaching me how to sew," Nessie smiled fondly at the memory. They worked on the quilt about 30 minutes every day. They were trying to prolong the activity for as long as they could. A quilt could be easily finished in less than half an hour if you were a vampire, but they chatted while they sewed. It was great bonding time, but the quilt wouldn't be in this time, and Nessie didn't wish to start over. They would have to find something else to do.
"I think I need to get dressed before we do anything though," Nessie decided.
"Ah, yes, your clothes came in this morning."
Esme was back with a multitude of boxes soon after she said this.
Renesmee giggled and clapped her hands in delight. They could play dress up!
Most of the morning was spent with Nessie trying on her designer clothes, and Esme complimenting her on how sweet she looked in everything she put on before they finally picked an outfit for her to wear for the day. They chose a golden party-dress. It was by no means necessary for her to wear a fancy dress, but Renesmee loved to dress up, and when you're meeting your parents again, why not?
After a quick photoshoot in her new dress, it was time for lunch. It was not quite as extravagant as breakfast, but it was close. She ate quickly again. Once she was full, and Esme had washed her dishes, they headed back to the living room. It was then that she noticed the piano. She felt delighted to see it. Esme, noticing her interest in the instrument, asked Nessie if she played.
"Yes," she answered, "May I play for you now?"
"Of course," Esme said happily, "Did Edward teach you?"
She nodded as she walked to the piano. She slid onto the piano bench and placed her fingers correctly over the keys. She played one of her favorites. It was a simple little song. She had written it – with the help of Daddy, of course. It had a happy tune. She played it easily. Once it was finished, she looked to her grandmother for her approval.
Esme had a look of joy on her face. If she could, Renesmee was sure that Grandma would be crying happy tears. She loved to see that look on her family's face. It meant they were proud of her.
"That was beautiful, Renesmee. Does it have a name?" Esme asked, finally speaking.
"Not yet, Daddy and I wrote it together. We couldn't think of an appropriate title for it though."
"It was lovely," Esme complimented again, "I suppose you should have your nap before they arrive. We have got about an hour left."
"Okay," Nessie agreed. The two walked to the couch, and soon enough she was asleep.
She heard a car door slam, and her eyes shot open.
They were home.
Esme hadn't left her spot on the couch, and she slowly helped Renesmee up.
"Don't worry," she whispered, even though it wouldn't make a difference – everyone would still be able to hear her.
She listened nervously for any conversation outside. Her heart was pounding, and her face felt hotter than usual. Would they like her?
"Who else is here, Carlisle?" she recognized her daddy's voice; it was gruffer than usual wrought with worry and other emotions. She was not used to hearing him like this. She knew her family had been blocking their thoughts about her, and obviously no one had slipped up yet. Well, except her. Oops.
Esme led her towards the dining room. She would be introduced in the same way that she had been when they gathered witnesses for the Volturi.
She was still listening in to the conversation. Carlisle hadn't answered.
"What's going on?" she didn't recognize this voice at first. It was a bit scratchy. Not melodic at all. It took her a minute to realize that it was her mother's voice. She recalled her memories from before she was born, and then right after her birth. She quickly matched the voice she had just heard with that one. It was hard for her not to go and give her momma a hug right then, but she managed to restrain herself. She would have to be patient.
"That's what I would like to know," her father's voice was a low growl. She had never heard him so angry or frustrated.
"If you'll come in, then we will show you," she finally had her thoughts under control. It was something you had to pick up when you had a daddy who could read your mind.
She began to shake.
"Esme," Carlisle said, "You can come out now."
She held her grandmother's hand tightly, took a deep breath, and followed her into the living room.
Author's Note: Cliffhanger! Sorry, I had too! Hopefully you liked this chapter. I will be posting a picture of Nessie's golden dress on my instagram account {mylittlenudger} so if you would like to see a picture of it you can look on there. Please review! It means a ton to me, and it really helps me write faster. Hope you enjoyed it -NessieTheNudger