January 16, 2009

"I hate this part," Tanya complained, teasing. "Why must you go so soon? You should move up here."

"We would love too, however, we like to see the grass every once in a while." Carlisle smiled.

"Well, we shall see you for the wedding then; maybe even sooner if we cross paths while on a hunt." Kate added.

"Maybe," Alice agreed. With a last few goodbyes, we left for home.

XxxxX

May 24, 2009

Months had passed, and Renesmee was getting bigger. She looked about eleven now. Edward and I worried about how much time we'd have with her. We didn't know what was going to happen, or if we would have her forever.

"Mommy, when are we going back to Forks?" Renesmee asked. "I'd really like to go back to the meadow again." Edward and I exchanged a look, but I could tell he was focused on her thoughts.

"Uh, maybe sometime soon," I said, "Why don't you go play with Aunt Rose for a little while?" She smiled and nodded, before running off to find Rosalie.

"Okay, I know you knew what she was thinking." I said, turning to face Edward.

"It's not working, Bella," He sighed, "She wants to see Jacob."

"Maybe we should just let her," I said quietly, "I mean, when she's old enough, she might go off on her own…and find him."

Anger flashed through Edward's eyes, "No. He's not going anywhere near her."

"Edward—,"

"No!" He snapped, glaring down at me, "No, Bella." He left me there, stunned in my thoughts. He had never been so taut with me; but I stayed away from him for the remainder of the day; leaving with Alice, Rose Esme and Renesmee for a hunting trip.

XxxxX

May 28, 2009

"Bella?" Edward asked, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Yes?" I asked, sighing. He'd been short with me too many times, and I knew the others had heard us fight a few times. We had lain in our bed silently for the last few hours, but I knew now he wanted to talk; and we couldn't fight…Renesmee would hear us, and the last thing we wanted was to be scolded by Alice and Rose again.

"I'm sorry for how I've acted towards you," He replied, I imagined a look of anguish in his features. I didn't turn to face him; I couldn't right now.

I felt a sudden chill in my heart, and I couldn't help the cold response that came with it, "Me too."

"You're angry with me; and I can understand why. But that's only because he's not like us…he's not good for her."

"Just because he's a werewolf, and you hate him? Or is there a better reason?" I asked, turning to face him this time. He carefully placed his hand on my hip, lightly tracing circles with his thumb.

"You don't understand, Bella."

"What don't I understand?" I hissed, shaking his hand off of me and sitting up. It was taking everything in me to control my anger. My temper, because of his, had become short these last few days.

"Bella, look at me please," Edward sighed. "I'm sick of fighting. And if you keep turning away from me when I try to talk to you, we'll never get anywhere." He sat up now, and pulled me towards him. I allowed it and shrank into his form. "The moment he saw Renesmee, he imprinted on her."

"Imprinted? Should I know what that means?" I asked, looking up at him.

"It's the wolves' way of finding their soul-mates. Renesmee is Jacob's soul-mate. He's claimed her as his, and there's no way out of it. He has no control over it either, it just happens." Edward said with an edge to his voice. I felt anger rise in my chest at the thought of someone else claiming my daughter.

"That's why he was looking at her the way he was?" I asked. Edward nodded. I sat up again.

"How long have you known about this?"

"Since it happ—," I began hitting his arm, pissed off that he didn't mention a word of it to me. He let it eat away at him instead of telling me!

"Bella! Bella, stop!" Edward hissed, grabbing my hands.

"You knew about it! For months! Why didn't you tell me?" I cried. I was on my feet in seconds, only to be wrapped his arms again, with his hand covering my mouth.

"Jesus, Bella! Are you trying to wake up Renesmee?" He almost growled, "The only good thing about this is that nothing—none of the wolves—can harm her. That's the only thing keeping me from killing him myself." He let go of me and I sighed again.

"He should consider himself lucky then," I said defeated. "…So what do we do now?"

"Well—I'm starting to realize—and take in what you said…we can't keep her away from him forever."

"So we wait a few decades…he'll be gone then." I said stubbornly. Edward smirked and shook his head.

"That's an intriguing idea…but no, if she wants to see him again, she won't stop asking until we agree." Edward added.

I growled, "When should we take her then?"