Chapter 6; Renesmee's POV

Grandpa just left and I can tell Mommy's sad… the second I think that thought my Dad looks up from where he's soothingly rubbing Mom's back as she's sitting hunched over on the couch. Even my Jacob is looking worried. Daddy sent Uncle Jasper out hunting over an hour ago when Mommy got mad at him for trying to influence her emotions.

Fidgeting slightly I stood from where I had been pretending to flip through one of Aunt Alice's many fashion magazines. Sitting down next to my Mother I touched her arm, showing her a picture of Grandpa Charlie. I was going to miss him too.

Looking up she smiled at me weakly and for a second I could almost picture my Mom as a human girl, scared and lonely without my Father. I could almost see those brown eyes… Glancing up at my Dad I noticed him watching me again. A hundred old memories running through his mind as he remembered my mom from a time when I wasn't around. Even my Jacob knew here…

Shaking his head my father gave me a look that clearly said some things were better not to think about. I nodded and gave my attention back to my Mom. "It's going to be okay…"

Something changed in her eyes and her smile regained the strength I knew to be my Mother's. "You're right… no more sulking. " I moved back as her and my father simultaneously stood up, a perk to being soul mates was that even when my Dad couldn't read her mind they were still linked in ways I couldn't even begin to comprehend… With that thought I glanced at Jacob, 'Well… maybe…' Mom interrupted my thoughts as she smiled. "We should pack."

"Actually…" I heard my Aunt Alice begin as her and my Uncle Jasper re entered from the back door. "Rosalie and I have taken the liberty of declaring this the perfect opportunity for a new wardrobe, a new… everything!" Her tiny features were literally glowing as it began to sink in. My mom and I looked at each other in horror. Much to my Aunt's discontent, I had inherited her hate of shopping. Both of us started for the stairs as she called out excitedly. "Shopping Spree!"

I heard the laughing erupt behind us as my Mom picked me up and sped us up the stairs to the safety of Dad's old room. Many times we had sat together on his day bed and talked about the past. After all, it was one of my favourite topics to discuss. Especially with my mother, she remembered much more of her human life than any of the others.

"Do you think she's really serious? Is she really going to make us leave everything behind?" My mom had sat me down on the bed and was currently running her fingers across row upon row of the CD's and discs that lined my Father's old bedroom.

Mom smiled at me wryly. "Not everything…" I laughed, knowing she was talking about my wolves. "But seriously… she'll let us keep some things. Just not clothes."

My Mom laughed again, and in that instant I saw one of the many reasons my dad loves her so much. Her laugh was like nothing I had ever heard. It wasn't as loud as my Jacob's, or as shy as Grandma Esme's. But hers was just so happy. Like she had everything she ever wanted and no one would ever take that from her… Heck, maybe she did…

"When are we leaving anyway, Ma?" I laid back and stared at the ceiling as I waited for her to answer me.

"Soon," She replied vaguely.

Then from downstairs I heard Aunt Alice supply us with her usual eerie inputs. "We'll be leaving in two hours, fifteen minutes!"

I rolled my eyes and stood up when I noticed my Mom staring out at something outside the window. She turned to look at me, sadness once more dominating her eyes. "Want to go say goodbye to our cottage?"

Smiling I walked over to her as she opened the window. Peering down I noticed my Dad waiting. When he saw me he opened his arms, waiting… And with that, I jumped.