Renesmee POV

I sat facing dad, wiping his forehead repeatedly with a damp cloth. He was lying on his back in bed, as he had been since I had found him yesterday. His chest gleamed with seat in the lamp light. It was well into the evening now, and as the sun went down behind the clouds and it began to grow dark outside, I couldn't help but shake that fear that the hope that it was all going to be okay, was also fading.

My uncles had worked harder to find and track mum than I had ever thought possible. Anthony and Chris had gone too, as well as Granddad. But Granddad had commitments at the hospital, and it also meant that he could tell whether any people possibly attack by mum, or my mother herself, arrived at the ER.

I put the damp cloth back in the bowl of water that was resting in my lap and bent forwards to kiss dads forehead. He whimpered slightly and shifted under my touch so I hushed him, stroking his cheek until he was still.

"Ellie... where's...Ellie..." He groaned.

I hushed him, "She's fine just sleep." I whispered and swallowed. He'd begun hallucinating, and would cry mums name, or beg for her, or just believe that I was her, or Ellie. Especially Ellie.

The problem was that I didn't know where Ellie was currently. I was more than sure that she was at the club drowning her sorrows in the saliva and alcohol that came with Ben Barnes. But I couldn't prove it, and above being stressed, worried and above all sad... I was now very mad at her.

I heard the front door shut downstairs and voice begin to rise between my sister and brother. Aimee had long retired to bed, and it was just s three up, as well as Chris, but he was in our room, staying out of my way I thought.

I sighed as I stood up, kissing dads forehead and making to go downstairs towards the source of the commotion. I and Chris, although we were getting married in little under a week, had never been further apart.

I trod down the stairs just as Ellie turned away from glaring at Anthony, who was visibly fuming. Anthony had his arms folded and his brow was furrowed, and Charlie was sat on the back of the sofa a little way behind him.

Ellie opened her mouth to speak to me when I held up my hand to silence her.

"Do you ever think about anyone other than yourself?" I laughed, tears pouring down my face.

Ellies own expression hardened, "Do you ever get tired of being Miss Perfect."
"Our dad is dying!" I screamed at her, "And all you could do is go and shag Ben freaking Barnes down at the club!"

"Don't you dare speak to me like that..." She shouted back.

"Of don't worry I don't have any intention of speaking to you at all." I yelled and stormed out of the living room and into the kitchen, bracing myself over the sink as I heard Ellie trudge upstairs.

Anthony and Charlie went to bed. Warm arms wrapped around my waist and I leant back into shi chest.

"You need to go to bed." He whispered against my temple, "Don't want a sick bride."

I sighed and smiled half heartedly before moving out of his arms and trudging upstiras.

Ellie POV

I pushed open the door and swallowed at what I saw. Dad was lying in bed with only the lamp light eliminating the room. I shut the door quietly behind me and went to lean over him, kissing his forehead and sighing.

I cupped his cheek and ran my thumb over his cheek bone. I swallowed back the tears and spoke quietly. "I'm sorry I let you down dad."

It was quiet for a moment, and as I bent down to pick up the water he was supposed to be trying to keep down, dad caught my wrist in a weak grip and coughed.

"You haven't let me down..." He wheezed, "Don't... don't you ever... think that."

I shushed him and touched the water to his lips, healing him drink it as I whispered.

"I'm not the daughter you deserve... I... I'm sorry..." I whispered, tears falling down my face.

Dad swallowed and choked slightly, me rubbing his shoulder and neck to try and ease the discomfort. His eyes flickered open to meet mine before closing again.

"You're so much like me but..." His hand reached up to cup my cheek gently.

"You look so much like your mother." He whispered, me holding his hand noon my face as I knew he didn't have the strength to keep it there by himself.

"You have the same hair... the same eyes... same spirit." He whispered and I swallowed.

"Dad I... I'm going to finish with Ben." I whispered.

But to my surprise he shook his head, "No."

"But dad..."

"No" He said and cracked his eyes open to look at me, "You love him."

The silence hung in the air between us and I sat there, aching to deny it but knowing I couldn't.

"I love you Ellie, your my daughter." Dad whispered, "And as such I care too much about you to lose you over a boy."

I swallowed, "I love you daddy."

He smiled and wrapped one arm around me as I lay down against his side, tucked against his chest like I used to when I was younger and I had suffered a nightmare of some kind.

He stroked my hair gently as I tried to cry quietly.
And right then... I wanted it more than anything to be that small again... because then dad wouldn't be dying, mum would be here, and it would all be okay.