July 14th 2011

Renesmee is growing so fast. Alice was here again. She has come every month since Renesmee and I came here. She asked Renesmee if she would like me to leave the room this time as my little girl was not quite so little any more. Renesmee looked to be the physical age of 15 and my sister thought she might be more comfortable without her father in the room while she was mostly undressed.

A look of pure horror came over My daughter's face and she looked at me in fear that I would leave. Renesmee had never been in a different room to me and was terrified by the thought. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, Alice brushed the idea off and proceeded with her reason for being here.

While I see Renesmee naked every day when I bathe her, I take what I see as normal. Alice always seems to be the one to point out things that I have already noted myself and brushed off.

"You really do grow fast Renesmee." Alice noted. "Your skin is starting to stretch a little."She said, pointing out her hips and breasts where the slight stretch marks were visible. "Because you heal fast those will probably fade real quick," Alice assured her, "but I could bring you some cream to put on them to help it along." My sister offered.

I looked to Renesmee to see her response. That would be okay. She assured me. I would like my body to not be abnormal. I cut off that line of thinking immediately.

"Renesmee don't you ever think that." I ordered her. "You are beautiful and don't you ever think otherwise." She smiled at me as I said that.

You think I am beautiful? She asked me, unable to accept the complement without reassurance.

"Of course you are." I assured my little girl. "You are my beautiful baby no matter how big you get." She smiled broadly at me as Alice stepped back, by now finished measuring her. "And stretch marks are perfectly normal, most girls get them when their bodies start to mature. They will fade on their own but what your aunt is suggesting will simply speed up the process." I explained and Renesmee nodded, beginning to dress herself.

I would like that. She told me happily.

"She says yes." I relayed to my sister.

That night, after Alice had been shopping and dropped off more clothes for Renesmee, we were both preparing for bed when I suggested she use the knew cream her aunt had bought her.

Can you do it? Renesmee asked me and I jumped at the chance to do anything for my daughter.

"Of course." I agreed with a smile. I had no problem with helping her undress as I did so every night when I bathed her.

When my daughter stood naked before my I unscrewed the lid of the cream and, gathering some on my finger, I proceeded to trace the very faint lines on her hips. Once I had applied the cream to her hips I moved on to the small lines on her breasts. I slowly worked the cream into her skin, making minute circles with my fingers as I spiralled down one line before moving on to the next.

As I was doing this Renesmee began to fidget uncomfortably. "I'm sorry," I apologised immediately. "Is the cold bothering you?" I asked, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable.

No, it's fine. Renesmee assured me. It feels nice, just a little weird.

With a polite nod I went back to my job of dealing with her stretch marks. It wasn't until the smell hit my nose that I realised the true meaning of what she had told me. I jumped to my feet and stepped back in shock at the smell of my own daughter's arousal.

Why did you stop? She asked me innocently. There is still one line left.

I thought carefully about my words before answering her. "Renesmee," I began and then stopped, still unsure of what to say. "I think you should finish it on your own." I said, holding the cream out to her.

Why? My daughter asked me curiously, taking the small tub from me as instructed.

I paused again before responding. I had not been prepared for this sort of conversation, but what parent would be. "Because, like you said, it felt nice when I touched you like that." She nodded in confirmation as I went on. "Well that is not the kind of nice that Daddy's should make their daughters feel." I explained.

Why not? She asked, always so full of questions.

I opted to go for the simple answer. "Because it is inappropriate." I told her and she nodded, sensing I did not want her to ask why.

Things were awkward after that and I was apprehensive about holding her in my arms when we went to bed tonight. But I knew she could not sleep without me and it pained me to not be touching her. Just not like before.

I decided that in the morning, I would have to explain some things to her.

~SophieAngel69