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Oh, yea, it's back in Nessie's POV!


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Chapter 10: Nessie

"Nes—sie…" I heard my name, but it sounded far away. I tried to find the person calling me.

"Renesmee…" There it was again. It sounded strangely familiar. I kept walking deeper into the jungle, and the low vines that clung to the tree trunks whipped at my face…I could barely see, and then I saw movement in front of me…someone was in the trees…then…

"Nessie!"

My eyes flew open to stare directly at my mom. She was looking at me with fearful eyes. She was holding my hand, living my dream with me as it had been happening. I touched her check, which was the next closest thing within my reach.

What's wrong?

"What was your dream about?" She asked, continuing to stare at me. I replayed my dream—what I could remember—for her.

What's wrong? I repeated.

She grabbed my other hand, and shook her head softly. The fear in her eyes was now replaced by amusement as she kissed my hands in hers.

"I use to have dreams similar to that, but yours had a better ending then mine."

I giggled. Jacob had jumped out of the darkness and yelled, "Get her!" in my dream. But I began to wonder exactly what my mom's dreams were like when she was human.

Where's daddy?

"He's in the kitchen, fixing you breakfast."

Breakfast?

"Yes. Eggs, your favorite."

Although I don't care too much for human food, eggs taste the best. And grandma's chocolate cake.

"Mmm." I mumbled, smelling the aroma of fresh scrambled eggs. I dashed out of bed, but my mom caught me by the waist before I could make it to the door. She was too quick, as she lifted me up.

"Ah, ah, ah. Aren't you forgetting something?"

I was immediately turned in her arms, and she spun me to face the bathroom.

"Brush those teeth, missy," She commanded.

I raced into the bathroom the moment my feet hit the floor. Seconds later, I ran towards her, and flashed a smile. She bent down when I extended my arms.

All done! I showed her the vision of my foamy mouth grinning at my reflection in the mirror.

"Very good." She scooped me up, and carried me downstairs with quickness.

***

My dad was scrapping the last remnants of my breakfast onto a plate as my mother and I entered the kitchen.

Daddy!

My mom did not have to be a mind reader to know who I wanted to reach, since I began squirming in her arms. My dad scooped my up, and rubbed his nose on my cheek affectionately.

"Good Morning sweetheart." He breathed into my neck, as he tightened his grip on me.

I smiled widely up at him, and my mom came to stand next to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, staring at him.

"Ok," he said, setting me on my feet, "You ready to eat?"

I want to go hunting. I pouted.

Dad shot mom a glance, with a smirk on his face. She just rolled her eyes and bent down to me.

"Rensemee, honey, I need you go practice eating regular food for today," she began; as she took her hand to cup my chin. I grabbed her hand, replaying her last statement.

Why?

"Because we are going to see grandma today."

Images of Grandpa Charlie began swarming in my mind, and I giggled happily.

"So, hurry up, so we can get ready to go, okay?"

I was already climbing into my high chair before she was finished.

***

"This is a very pretty outfit too, sweetie, won't you wear this one?"
I crossed my arms and shook my head furiously from side to side. My mom held up a purple shirt and blue jeans. I wanted to wear the yellow and white dress that Aunt Alice had gotten me. It had a white lace that tied into a bow at the back, and a yellow trim around the edges.

"That one!" I pointed to the dress on my bed once more, pouting.

With a heavy sigh, my mom rolled her eyes and set down the outfit she was holding, defeated.

I grinned up at her, and raised my hands for her to remove my clothes. She was tying the bow on the back when my dad walked in. He paused in the doorframe, taking in the scene. I watched his eyes look over my dress, and the outfit draped across my bed. He leaned against the doorframe, and folded his arms across his chest, smirking.

My mother finished tying the bow and stood up to glare at him. "What?" She demanded.

"At least she appreciates Alice's taste in clothing," My dad replied, chuckling slightly.

"Whatever." My mom rolled her eyes, and walked past him, into the bathroom across the hall. She returned seconds later, and sat on the edge of my bed; beckoning for me to join her. She has some hair accessories; that matched my dress, along with a brush.

I skipped over to her, and jumped into her lap. She gently brushed my hair and separated it into two parts. Within seconds, she finished, and carried me to the mirror.

"What do you think?" She asked me.

"Beautiful." My dad whispered from behind us, coming up and kissing us both on our cheeks. He stared at us in the mirror. "I have never seen such beauty in my life, and I doubt I ever will."

"Thanks." Mom grinned, and I did the same.

"Mhm. Bella, my love, we need to go get dressed as well."

I looked at my parent's reflections in the mirror. They were in the same clothes from the previous day, which still looked spotlessly clean none the less.

"Baby, we need to go get cleaned up as well. Do you want to go watch TV or play in your room?" My mom asked, staring at me.

I considered my options, deciding I didn't want to do either. I placed my fingers to her check, flashing pictures of Jacob before her eyes.

"Jacob will meet us at grandma's house," my dad said roughly. I don't think he was breathing.

I did have a second request, though.

"Pirates!" I yelled, and clapped my hands. My mom laughed, and moved around my dad. We walked out into the living room, and she set me down.

I rand to the TV and opened the cabinet next to it. My favorite movie was on the first shelf, and out of my reach.

"I don't know why you let her watch this ridiculous mess. Pirates of the Caribbean can hardly count as believable," My dad disapproved as they walked in grabbing the movie. I was on my tiptoes, attempting to reach it.

"Edward. Vampires can't be counted as believable either, yet here we are." My mom countered, coming up behind him to grab the movie. She set it in the player and pushed play.

"Jack Sparrow! Jack Sparrow!" I squealed and jumped on the couch. My parents smiled and headed into their room.

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