Edward took my hand in his and whispered so low that no one but me could hear.
"Don't worry. We'll figure this out."
"She's growing so fast," I whispered, more to myself than to him.
I could feel his liquid gold eyes on my face as I watched my daughter in my best friend's arms. He hugged my waist and another sob clawed at my chest, ordering to break free. I held it back. Renesmee detached herself from her fiancé's arms and ran to us. She hugged us with her pale arms and sent a vision to both of us as she did when she was younger. It showed how she pictured the wedding. She was at the altar with Edward and me behind her and Charlie and Billy behind Jacob. They beamed at each other. Her gorgeous curls were wrapped up in an elegant twist and Jacob's hair was in a slick ponytail. They looked so happy. It hurt to look; she was still my little girl.
"Will you help me plan, Mom? I think you and Alice should decorate. Alice did yours, didn't she?" she asked.
"Yes," Edward answered for me," and it was beautiful. But not as beautiful as Bella."
If I could still blush, I would be tomato red.
"Will you do it?" she asked, her eyes bright.
I gulped. "Yes, Renesmee, I'll do it and Alice too."
She nodded and beamed once again. The she bounced back to Jacob and they embraced. "I love you," she whispered.
"Congrats, Jacob," Edward said. I stood beside him, staring wide-eyed. I probably looked as if my eyes would fall out of my head. "We'll leave you two alone now."
He directed me back to the main house and we went up to his old room. Nothing had changed-all the CD's were still in disorganized stacks, the large, plush, golden bed adorned with black roses sat in the middle of the room, the curtains were drawn back, and a stereo was in the corner. It reminded me of my fuzzy, human days. I glided forward and sat in the middle of the bed, my knees up against my chest, like I'd done so many times before. Edward came next to me and stroked my hair and brushed it out of my brown eyes.
"When are they having the wedding?" I asked through unmoving lips.
"I listened to Jacob's thought," he said softly. "He doesn't plan on waiting long. He didn't have a final date in mind."
I sighed. "I don't want to lose my baby. She hasn't been with us long enough. She spends all her time with Jacob anyway."
"I know how you feel, love. Plus, we're losing her to a mongrel, no offense."
"None taken. Jacob can be immature sometimes, or all of the time. And he is a werewolf. It's just odd because he's my best friend and Renesmee is our daughter." It still felt good to say that. Our daughter.
"We'll figure it out, but we have to remember that this is about Nessie, not us. We'll do what we have to do for her."
"You're right, Edward."
His stone hands traced my face for a moment then he leaned down to rest his head on my shoulder. He sighed and then kissed my neck softly. His lips moved up my jaw line, until they reached my mouth. It was innocent but then rapidly changed to needier and almost rough. My hands wrapped around his waist and I kissed him back. And, for the moment, all my worries had disappeared.