Twilight is owned by Stephenie Meyer. Yes, it has been a long time. Here it is, the final chapter. I'm uploading 'chapter 27' as my final A/N, so check it out if you want to hear what I have to say just one last time. If not, enjoy.

-Chapter 26-

Renesmee POV

To say that I was scared of what my father was going to say was a slight understatement.

I was terrified.

When the door crashed open loudly, Cameron and I sprang apart guiltily. I tried to instinctively step away, but Cameron's hand clasped tightly around mine and I held firm, placing one foot in front of his to shield him from my father as best I could.

Looking into Edward Cullen's face, I could honestly say I had never seen him that mad. I gulped, trying to gather my resolve for the argument I was sure that was about to take place.

"Renesmee. Cullen. Go home. Right now," my father growled, his dark amber eyes roving over me, most likely looking to see if I was hurt.

"Dad, I am home," I replied, though my voice was hardly convincing at all. I saw his eyebrow quirk in question and simultaneous anger. "C-Ca…," I paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, "-Cameron is my home. I love him," I said, looking up into his grey-blue eyes and finding comfort there.

"Oh no you don't. This is not happening. Go home to your mother this instant, I'll deal with you later," my father snapped, glaring first at me, before directing his gaze over my shoulder at Cameron.

"You should go. I think I need to talk to your father," Cameron whispered into my ear.

I turned to face him, searching his eyes for a hint of fear. I found none. He looked slightly resigned, as though he had been waiting for something like this, and I furrowed my brow in confusion. He simply smiled, kissing the tip of my nose and giving me a gentle nudge towards the door.

"Daddy, if you hurt him, I'll never forgive you," I swore, meeting my Father's eyes as I walked past him to the door.

Cameron POV

"So, Mr. Cullen…. Sir," I began, my voice impressively even.

"You," Renesmee's father spat.

"Look, I know you must be concerned about why I lied to your daughter-"

"No, I know why. I could hear your 'heartfelt' apology on my way here. Your thoughts are loud. Mostly because they contain my daughter, I presume. I understand why you lied, I know that the two of you have made up…. What I want to talk about is what happened between the two of you before the Volturi came into the picture. That, and I want to know what your intentions are now."

I gulped, the noise loud in the silence. Renesmee's father smirked and gestured for me to sit down.

It was going to be a long discussion.

Renesmee POV

"Mom, what if Dad doesn't let me see him again?" I wailed as I entered the kitchen where my Mother was standing amongst the other members of my family.

"Renesmee," she said reproachfully, eyeing me in a way that told me she didn't particularly care for my over dramatics. I looked up from my feet at my surroundings and was surprised to find we weren't alone in the room as I had initially thought.

"Carolina?" I said, looking over at the small, familiar figure. She was perched on Aunt Rosalie's lap, her face alight with a bright smile.

"Pretty!" Carolina squealed, waving at me but making no move to leave.

"Cameron said you'd be here," I said, remembering how he'd mentioned she'd run off earlier.

"She came to find me," Rosalie spoke up, her voice equally surprised and joyous. "And look, Nessie. She's a King."

"Sorry, what?" I said, one of my eyebrows raising in confusion.

"A King. One of… one of Royce's descendants. His brother had a bastard son and I think… I think that maybe Carolina here is related to him, by blood at least," Rosalie explained, her eyes never once leaving the child's tiny face.

"That's what I thought," I replied, smiling. So I had been correct, all those weeks ago when I'd talked with Cameron about it. Cameron. My mind, momentarily distracted by what Rosalie had been saying, immediately snapped back into its state of anxiety.

"I'm sure he'll be fine honey, your father just wants to talk to him-" my mother began, but I interrupted her.

"I know, but what if they fight? What if Cameron says the wrong thing and Daddy gets upset?"

"Nessie…" Mom trailed off sympathetically.

"I only just got him back," I whispered, pleading with my eyes for her to help me. I saw her posture slump just slightly, an old human habit from a hazy, half forgotten life, as she walked towards me.

"Alright, let's go."

The two of us left the house, building up impressive speed as we raced back towards the cottage. I could only hope my mother would have higher opinion of Cameron than what my father seemed to. Their approval was important to me, but I couldn't decide if it was as important as Cameron himself…. Oh God, I thought to myself with horror. What if they make me choose?

I quickly dispelled that thought, deciding I would cross that bridge when and if I got there. We reached the cottage in less than ten minutes but stopped at the tree line to listen in on what was happening.

"It's alright, we're just talking, you can come in," I heard my father say, just loud enough for us to hear. My mother and I approached slowly, although I was beyond anxious to get back inside and be with Cameron again. I flung open the door and glanced first at Cameron to make sure he was still okay, before directing a steely glance at my father.

"Daddy, I can't believe you're really doing this. Interrogating my boyfriend? Really?" I demanded, trying to ignore the flutter that went through my chest when I said the word.

"He has been most sincerely remorseful of his actions where he hurt you, but what I want to know, demand to know, is what occurred while you two were here…. Alone," Edward said, his tone soothing and deceptively calm, although I knew my father well enough to know there was a temper smouldering beneath the surface.

"Now," Dad said, turning on the spot to look at Cameron across from me. "I understand that you have been… seeing my daughter for the past month."

"Yes sir," Cameron replied, looking a little anxious. Poor guy. I wanted to go and stand by him, maybe hold his hand, but I knew that wouldn't help his case.

"And during this time, what exactly did you do with her?" my father asked. I gasped at how direct he was being, feeling my cheeks flush.

"Mom! Block him, right now!" I begged, turning my head to face her and adopting a desperate pout. There was no way in Hell that I wanted my Dad knowing what had passed between Cameron and I while they'd been gone.

A shotgun wedding would be the least of Cameron's problems.

If I were him, I would probably be worrying about retaining all major limbs and appendages.

"Sweetie, I already have. You know I wouldn't do that to you," my Mother whispered from beside me, squeezing my hand and smiling mischievously at me.

"Please. Tell me you didn't…" Dad begged, his voice coming out almost like a groan as he buried his face in his hands.

Cameron glanced over at me, his lips twitching just slightly. I bit my lip, also suppressing a smile at the memory of what had happened between us that night. I shouldn't have let myself get distracted, but before I could stop myself, my head was flashing back to the night where we'd finally given in.

"Goddamn it, Nessie. Your mother blocked him, not you!" Dad groaned, his eyes meeting mine in shock and what looked close to disgust. I gasped when I realized what he meant.

"Shit. Sorry," I apologized, blushing a furious shade of red and staring nervously at the ground. Definitely had not wanted anyone to know what I had been thinking about, least of all my father….

"You did what?" My mother breather, looking upset for the first time throughout the conversation.

"Look, Mom, we were… We're in love," I explained gently, risking a glance at Cameron. He smiled sincerely back at me and I couldn't resist going to stand by his side and taking his hand. We clasped hands at looked at my parents, trying to get them to understand. What we had was love, real love. Surely they would have to have known what that was like?

"Please Dad?" I whispered.

"I… No, he's…. he's too old for you!" My father announced, folding his arms and smirking as he obviously thought he'd won this round.

"Dad…. You're over a hundred and Mom's not even thirty." Check. Mate.

"I… I'm just not comfortable with this," Dad continued

"If I may," Cameron began, looking questioningly at my parents. "Your daughter, she… she's the best part of my life. She makes me happier than I've ever been and even just the thought that I could maybe make her happy too, well, it's what keeps me going. I love Renesmee more than I ever thought it was possible to love another person and, if you just give me a chance, I can show you that I will try so hard to be good enough for her. I can protect her, I can look after her, please, you just have to trust me," Cameron said. I bit my lip, fighting hard to keep my hands off him. When he said such beautiful things….

My father sighed loudly, turning to lock eyes with my mother. They were quiet for a few moments, my Mom's posture tensing just slightly as she no doubt removed her mental shield so that they could communicate silently.

"Alright, fine," my father agreed, although his turn remained curt and formal.

"Really, that's it? It's fine?" I asked, not convinced that it had really been that easy. A few heartfelt words had one over my father? The most overprotective father in the universe?

"No," Dad said, obviously in answer to my thoughts. "That's not why I'm… why I'm okay with this," he continued, gesturing to Cameron and I. "I'm okay with this because I realised that I can understand this boy of yours. I know what it's like to look into a pair of beautiful brown eyes and never want to look away."

"Aww, Dad," I murmured, stepping forward to embrace him and my mother.

"Get in here, Son," my Mom teased, gesturing Cameron over to join us. I felt him cover my back, holding me tightly and effectively sandwiching me between him and my parents.

My family.

Finally, complete.

* * * x * * *

Just Over Two Years Later

"Oh, hurry up, some of us are aging rapidly over here," I giggled, pulling Cameron along behind me with one hand through the excited crowd.

"Coming, dear," he joked, patting my hand good naturedly.

"Oy, shut up. Turning double digits does not make me a 'dear', okay?" I argued jokingly.

"Whatever you say, dear," Cameron replied, winking when I narrowed my eyes at him.

"It was your idea to come to this adventure park for my birthday, don't make me regret it," I threatened. I had to admit, however, I was enjoying myself an incredible amount. I hadn't been to an adventure park for years and experiencing it with the love of my life was certainly giving me new experiences. Having someone to hold your hand when you are forced to go on roller coasters is an indescribable comfort.

"Hey, how about this ride?" Cameron suggested, pulling me in the opposite direction we were heading in towards the log ride. I took a quick glance at the patrons exiting the ride, their drenched outfits and expressions, and quickly agreed. Water rides were always the most fun.

We waited in line for about ten minutes before we were finally let on. Cameron seemed fidgety, his eyes constantly roaming the crowd as we boarded the two-seater, plastic log and began the ride. I wrote it off to water-ride skittishness, heck, maybe it was something I could tease him about later. I immediately took the front seat, knowing that it would be the one where I would be exposed to the most watery fun.

Predictably slow moving until the final climb, I tried many times to engage Cameron in conversation throughout the ride, but all he offered were one word answers and replies, confusing me further. We finally reached the apex of the final peak and I felt a thrill run through my chest as I prepared for that stomach dropping, empty falling sensation. Just as we were about to topple downwards for the big splash, I spotted one of those cameras that take your photo while you're on the ride… And then sell it to you for $20 at the bottom.

Writing it off, I pulled my most terrified expression and then finally we fell. It was brief, lasting only a few seconds. I was correct in my assumption that the front seat would entitle me to most of the water, so I chuckled quietly to myself as I exited the ride.

"Oh man, that was so much fun. We need to go on that again later," I said, looking back to grin at Cameron before turning to find something else to do.

"Hey, wait, don't you want to go see our picture?" he asked, pulling me back to him.

"It's probably a terrible photo of me," I murmured, dropping his hand and heading to the kiosk ahead of him to where the screens were set up to show off the photos.

I waited behind a cluster of Asian tourists, pointing in interest at one of the photos I couldn't see over their heads. One of them turned and saw me and quickly shuffled herself and her friends out of the way. I stepped forward to see what they had been looking at and immediately directed my eyes to mine and Cameron's photograph.

I felt myself freeze, every bone in my body going limp as I took in what I saw.

Behind me, on our tiny log boat, was Cameron. He was staring straight at the camera with a nervous expression, holding in his hands a white piece of paper with dark red letters. It read, "Will you marry me?"

I felt all my breath leave me as I slowly spun on the spot. Cameron was down on one knee in the carnival dirt, a tiny, navy blue box perched in his palm, looking up at me with love and excitement in his eyes.

"Renesmee Cullen, will you marry me?" he asked simply, the nerves in his eyes only discernible because I knew his face like I knew my own. Knew him like I knew myself.

"Yes! Of course, yes!" I shrieked, launching myself at him as he straightened up. We wrapped our arms around each other and only when I felt the tears from my eyes dripping onto his neck did I hear the sound of applause surrounding us. I pulled back and Cameron took my shaking, left hand, sliding the most beautiful ring I had ever seen onto my finger.

"It's beautiful, I just can't believe this is happening… I mean it's been so long- I thought- you know- I thought maybe you didn't want to marry me, which is okay but-" I began rambling, my voice leaving me as a hysterical jumble of words.

"Shh, Nessie. I've wanted to marry you since the day your parents gave their blessing for our relationship. It was your father's condition that you be the same number of digits as me first, that's all," Cameron said, grasping my face between both of his hands and pressing a tender kiss on my mouth.

"I love you, so much," I swore to him, holding on as tightly as I could.

He held me tightly against him, swaying us gently from side to side as he replied. "And I love you, too. Forever."

THE END