5 months later……

"So, what names are you thinking?" Edward asked. "Now that we know that we're expecting a girl."

"What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking Isabelle Edwina." He told me/

"I was thinking Renesmee Carlie."

"Where'd you get that from?"

I shrugged. "Renée Esme Carlisle Charlie."

He smiled. "I love it. It's special and unique."

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen it is then."

He grinned.

3 months later…..

The palace was bustling around about the birth of the first baby of the newest generation. Renesmee Carlie Cullen is due in a few days.

"Bella," My husband called out.

"In here." I said. I was in the kitchen, munching on some carrots.

He came in, a brown box in his hands.

He came over to me, and opened the grand box. Inside was a white knit lace shawl. It looked like it was for a baby. I reached out to touch. It was thin, but soft.

"For the baby. Every royal baby makes an appearance in it. My dad, me and now our baby."

I smiled. "I love it."

"Good."

He shut the box. He was about to leave the room when something wet trickled down my leg.

"Edward….Renesmee's coming!" I cried.

"Shit."

The birth was very strange. I was rushed off to the lindo wing at the St. Mary's paddington hospital. I had two obstetricians, three anesthesiologists, four surgical staff members, two special care staffers, four pediatricians, and a lab technician. There was also my husband, Rose, Emmett, Alice, Jasper, Carlisle and Esme there. When it came time for the birth, Rose, Esme and Edward stayed. Edward even caught our baby, and cut the umbilical cord!

Renesmee Carlie Edwina Rosalice Cullen was born on February 11th, 2018, at 1:30 PM. Her official title was Renesmee Carlie Edwina Rosalice Cullen, Princess of England, Princess Dauphine of France.

She was absolutely beautiful—she looked too much like her dad. She had her father's face, my eyes, ivory skin, and rosy cheeks. Thick layer of bronze curls covered her head.

Just then, loud gun fires shot through the air.

"What's that noise?" I hissed.

"Gun fires. 62 of them go off after every royal birth. Oh, and also a bunch of flags are raised."

"Wow."

"Your royal highness, we would like to post the gender now."

A piece of paper was brought it, saying,

"Her Royal Highness the Queen of England has safely delivered a daughter. The baby weighs 7lbs 7oz. The King of England was present for the birth. Her Royal Highness and her child are both doing well."

It was also posted all over social media.

A few hours after the birth, a group of hair and makeup people came in.

"God, why now?"

"I have to show the people the babe?" I guessed.

At five o'clock, around 4 hours after the baby was born, we presented Renesmee to the world on the steps of the hospital's entrance. I was dressed in pink to honor Renesmee's gender. I even had high heels on!

Two days later I was released from the palace, and sent back home. The nursery was all set up.

When we arrived, I saw the paper I signed was framed and put on a golden easel. I laughed at that, and went inside.

We ignored all of the servants, and went to our bedroom.

"I need to call my mom." I told him. I gave Edward the baby, and called my mom.

"You had a daughter?" Mom asked, shocked.

"Yes. Renesmee. The princess of France."

She sighed. "What's her full name?"

"Renesmee Carlie Edwina Rosalice Cullen."

I could hear the smile in her voice. "All Hail Renesmee Carlie Edwina Rosalice Cullen, Princess Dauphine of France."

I smirked.

We talked for a little bit before I hung up.

"So?"

"All Hail Renemsee Carlie Edwina Rosalice Cullen, Princess Dauphine of France."

He smiled. "I know you're happy. Our second born can be the Prince or princess of Wales." He leaned over to kiss my forehead.

"Hey, can we announce her name now?"

"Yup."

"The name has been announced, your royal highnesses." A man said.

I took out my phone, and read the latest post:

The King and Queen of England are delighted to announce that they have named their daughter Renemsee Carlie Edwina Rosalice Cullen, Princess Dauphine of France.

Above it was a picture of our princess.

"The world is shocked that Renesmee is the Dauphine of France." Edward told me, reading the posts.

"Ha! Is it so shocking that I wouldn't want my own offspring on the throne?"

"True." He leaned over to kiss my lips.