Summary: Edward, Bella, and Renesmee all have a little fun with their new tire swing.
A/N: Just a little bit of Edward/Nessie/Bella time together but towards the end it mostly leans towards Edward/Nessie. I once read a really well-written story about Bella, Edward and Ness on a tire swing, and it was just a story that stuck and so I decided to write my own version. Hope you enjoy and please review! You guys can do it! I almost have 200 reviews. Spread the word, get me more reviews to get me to 200! Oh, and as always, request anything you like. :)
Renesmee sat at the window contently, watching her parents speechless. The scene they unfolded before her was amazing. She watched as her father pushed her mother on a tire swing just outside the thin glass sheet that separated them. She often wondered if she would ever find the type of love that her Momma and Daddy had. Being that she was still only physically six years old, her mother had told her countless times to not worry on such things as "love" until she was of age. But Renesmee was not completely oblivious to the way Jacob looked at her, and she understood this look. The look of a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. Jacob loved her, that much she knew. She did not know the extent of his love, or the future he hoped for, but only knew that he loved her and wanted to protect her.
Renesmee thought of him as her best friend and never looked at him as anything more than that. She then saw her Daddy smile in relief as he glanced to his daughter who was still watching them. Her Momma was still recovering from the fits of giggles that still bellowed in her chest. Daddy waved her to come outside and she obeyed.
"You were watching us," Her daddy said with a smile, she smiled in return and nodded.
"I love watching you and Momma." She said simply, finding no other words to actually match her emotions on the matter. Perhaps she should have said that she absolutely adored watching them, instead.
Her momma remain on the swing, swinging back and forth happily. Her Daddy stopped her, picking up Renesmee who laughed in excitement. Renesmee was then sitting in her mother's lap, securely wrapped in her mother's arms. "Ready?" Her daddy said. Renesmee could hear the smile in his voice as he pulled them back, dragging on the anticipation of the ride.
"Yes!" Nessie yelled with a wide grin, almost laughing. Her Daddy then pushed them forward, sending them through the air, laughing of course. Renesmee's stomach tickled her to the point of tears once they reached the top height, then the swing swooped back down towards her Daddy's awaiting arms to push them once more.
Nessie was howling with laughter at the second round on the swing, this time swinging higher than the last. Though she could tell her Daddy was not swinging them as high as he was before when it was just her Momma. Her parents were always overprotective of her, but it just made her feel all the more loved.
The third push was slightly less hard, but Nessie found it still just as much fun. They then slowed down to a slight drift back and forth still giggling from the exciting experience.
Nessie found her Daddy staring at her with bright eyes. "You had a lot of fun," He said smiling as wide as ever.
"Of course I did! Who wouldn't? I would have never thought that a tire on a rope could be so fun."
Her parents smiled as Renesmee jumped from her mother's lap. She looked up to the darkened blue sky, night coming forth. The sun was now gone behind the mountains, and the moon was risen and glowing brightly as ever. Nessie smiled and whispered, though she knew her parents would hear. "How beautiful." Still looking at the moon, she felt her Daddy bend down to his knee's, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Not with you in comparison." He said kissing her cheek. She heard her Momma laugh behind her. Something told her there was something more to the story than her father was letting on, but decided to enjoy the moment of peacefulness.
"Baby, I hate to break the party up, but it's getting late. Bed time." Her mother said solemnly. "Give Daddy a kiss and come inside." Nessie frowned slightly at her mother's words.
Her momma stepped inside the cottage, shutting the door quietly. Nessie pecked her father on the lips, then embracing him in a tight hug. "Good night, sweetheart. I'll be in soon to read you a bedtime story." Renesmee had decided not long after she was born that her Daddy was the best at telling bedtime stories. Even reading them, he was the very good at, and she thought of him to have a talent at telling such stories that would transfer on to becoming her dreams.
She smiled and followed her mother down the hall to her bedroom. Edward watched as she left, then glanced at the tire swing. He thought if they could have so much fun on a tire hanging from a rope, then so could he. He placed himself inside the tire, feeling almost silly but excited all at once. His long legs reached the ground and so he pushed himself up to his tippy toes, before releasing and sending him flying forward as his Bella and Nessie had went. He stopped himself when he heard giggling.
They were standing at the window, practically laughing as hard as they had been when they were on the swing itself. Edward playfully glared at them and yelled with a smile, "That's it! Daddy's coming!" He growled happily as he leaped from the swing to be met with squealed screams coming from inside their home. He ran inside as his wife and daughter ran from him, laughing.
Edward then decided that installing that tire swing in their yard was the best thing he could've done to their home. The best thing he could've done for his girls.
A/N: When she pecked Edward on the lips, it was not a "sick, gross" kind of thing. When I was little, I used to kiss my dad on the lips. But as I got older I grew out of it. Think what you wish, it really all depends on the way you look at it. :)