Four years later…….

I was sitting in a field of flowers, watching Renesmee play. Her bronze curls bounced to her waist, and she had my eyes. She would be coronated as Queen of France on her 21rst birthday. Husband or not. Her line in the throne was secure.

"Watch her play!" Edward cried, smiling. He sat down next to me, and started massaging my eight-month belly.

We were currently pregnant with our second child….a little boy that we named Mason Cullen. We wanted three or four kids. His official title was Mason Edward Carlisle Charles Cullen, Prince of Wales, Heir and future King of England.

"Momma, look!" Renesmee cried, showing me a yellow wildflower.

"I love it."

"It's for the baby."

I smiled at her. "I'll save it for him." I promised, taking the flower from her. Most of Renesmee's clothes were French styled, but she did have some British styled clothes.

She grinned, and went back to playing.

17 years after that……

Today, the Royal family was in France. It was February 11th, 2037, and today Reensmee was being coronated as Queen of France, with her husband, Jacob Black, by her side.

We had taken her to Versailles and France every summer since she was five. She and her siblings had attended private schools. She grew up and spoiled, loved and adored by the people of England and France.

Her dress was beautiful, designed by Alice. It was floor-length, off-the-shoulder, and all red, with blue and white bows around the trim of the skirt, and on the tie up back. Her hair was done in a low bun.

Rensmee and Jacob got into a separate limo, and the rest of her family in one that arrived beforehand.

Edward and I have a total of four kids— Renesmee, Mason, and our two newest twin daughters Rosalynn Renée Marie Cullen, and Alicia Esme Isabelle Cullen.

Mason was 16, with his father's messy bronze hair, green eyes, and face. Rosalynn has long, dark bronze hair(a mixture of her parent's hair) and my eyes. Alicia has my wavy dark brown hair, and Edward's green eyes. They are currently 6. I had them 10 years after Mason, at 33.

When we found out that we were having twins, it was a massive shock. We didn't see that coming! Royal twins weren't very common. But they were still welcomed and loved.

We arrived at the Reims Cathedral, where all royals were coronated. I ushered our kids inside, and to the front row.

Renesmee came inside around ten minutes after us, with Jacob by her side. They walked slowly down the aisle, until they got to the Archbishop of France, Michel Christian Alain Aupetit.

Renesmee got down onto her knees, and said an oath. A scepter and orb was given to her before the crown was placed on her head. She rose from the floor, and went to sit on her throne. The king's throne was now the Queen's. Jacob said a quicker oath, before he rose and sat on his throne.

The crowd yelled, "God save the Queen!" Before Renesmee stood and exited, with Jacob following her.

While she and Jacob rode through the city in a golden carriage, the rest of us headed back to the palace of Versailles. My dream had come true—Renesmee was on the throne of France.

They arrived in France an hour after we arrived. Pictures were taken, and then a grand ball was held.

After the ball, Edward and I put the twins to bed before retiring to my old chambers. Oh how I missed Versailles and France. But home was wherever Edward and my kids were.