A/N- I was going to write this in Renesmee's POV, but I figured, hey, why not write Bella's reaction? Then I started writing it from Bella's POV, and then I figured it would be better if I could compare Bella to Renesmee, so I used Edward's POV instead. I know, I change my mind a lot, but I'm trying to write a really good story for you guys. So, enjoy, and please, REVIEW! And if you ever want me to write something, from another person's POV, or make something happen, I'll do it! I have plans for the next chapter, but I'll fit your suggestions in. And if you want your suggestions to be secret, PM me and no one will know until the chapter comes out. And I'll also give you credit in the A/N. Okay, well sorry for the long A/N- and happy reading!
Edward's POV
There she was. Six years too early, my beautiful 11-year old daughter came down the staircase like prom queen. She looked amazing. Her beautiful curls flowed down her back like vines in on a wall. Her mint green dress complimented her skin color, and her face lit up when she saw everyone's reactions. She had a tendency to be insecure. She reminded me of Bella. On prom night. The prom night that seemed centuries ago. Minus the cast, she was a carbon copy of my love. Bella and I shared a secret look, of love and memory.
The first person to speak was Jacob, and I hoped he'd forgiven me for what I'd overheard. It didn't really seem like it, but I was used to him hating me. He's hated me for a long time.
"Renesmee-you look gorgeous. So beautiful. I can't believe I got so lucky. You look just like-" then he stopped himself. He knew better than to say what he was thinking. As if you didn't guess, he was thinking my daughter looked just like Bella. And he would be right. It's exactly what I was thinking. But I bet Renesmee was tired of being compared to Bella. Because since she was born, she has been nothing like her. Besides that they both have major insecurity problems, and that they don't like to stand out, they have been totally different.
"Anyway," Jacob recovered, "you're beyond beautiful. You're se-" he stopped again, and cringed.
I was ready to kill him at this point. I couldn't believe what he was thinking. My 11-year old daughter? Sexy? Does he really think that's acceptable? After pretty much forcing Bella into marriage too young, I can't bear to see another young life rushed.
I couldn't stop myself. I yelled.
"This is why Bella and I decided that we weren't going to let her date. So that her life wouldn't be rushed. We don't want her to be married with kids as young as Bella is. So take those ideas out of your mind- because if you think you're going to have this you're way- you're dead."
I took a breath, realizing how loud I was, and noticed Bella at my side, smoothing my hand. I turned around and kissed her, took her hand and walked out of the room. As we left, she asked me what he was thinking.
"Bella, love, you don't really want to know." I warned.
"Well, I think I have a pretty good idea, from your outburst." She accused.
"I'm sorry Bella, but I was angry. He was going to call her sexy. Sexy! Can you believe that? She's eleven years old! What kind of nonsense is that?"
Her smile calmed me down, as usual, and even though she disagreed with me, I wasn't mad anymore.
"Edward, honey, cut him some slack, he imprinted. I bet you Quil did the same thing with Claire. And besides, if they're going to be together forever, which is what it says in those stupid werewolf records, then why can't they do what we did?"
"Because she's eleven, Bella, not seventeen!" And just like that, I was angry again.
"Edward, do you regret what we did? What if Carlisle made us wait, even though we knew we were going to get married and try to have Renesmee eventually anyway? Would you have been happy? "
She was right, I had to admit it.
"No, Bella. I guess you're right. But no one will make me encouragemarriage. Not even you."
She smiled.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure I can persuade you to do anything, honey." She insisted.
And I fell in love all over again.
"Yes, love, you probably could." I leaned in to kiss her, and she accepted my invitation. We shared a long kiss and finally agreed to head back to the foyer. She took my hand and we were there in no time.
