The final day was upon them, and they were saying their good-byes. It was hard for them, but they knew that they would be seeing each other rather soon. And they knew that their parents would be there this time too. "Alright," said Felicity. "It is you job to find out how they met."

"And you're finding out why they split."

"Martin will meet you at the airport when you arrive. And it is your job to call me when you get home, to so I can make sure that you are fine. And Felicity, try not to do anything rash. I will call you in case of an emergency."

"Good luck Renesmee."

"You too Felicity."

Felicity went over to the limo to get to the airport and out of Camp Ace. Renesmee waited for the bus to take her to hers, so that she could fly to California to meet dad. She was too excited. "Please like me Dad. Please." And then she went to talk to some people before she left.

Felicity sat on her flight. She was right over the Atlantic Ocean, trying to sleep. "Please like me mom. Please." Her nerves slightly calmed after that, and she soon fell asleep.

The flight landed soon, and Felicity was finally in Paris. She smiled to herself. She was finally meeting her mother. It was her dream. She was coming out of the terminal when she saw Mike standing there. She went over and smiled.

"Why hello Nessie. Looking different. You cut your hair! And pierced your ears!"

"Do you like it Mikey?"

"I like it yes. But I hate the name Mikey, and you know that."

Felicity smiled. She did, but she wanted to see his reaction. "I know."

Mike held his hand out to shake hers, and she smiled. She had learned the handshake finally. And now she could do it with Mike. It finished, and she smiled. "Shall we go now?"

"Yes, your mother is waiting for you. Very impatiently, I might add."

Renesmee smiled. She was impatient as well, but she didn't let Mike let onto it. She just hurried as much as possible, but it was hard.

"Calm down, little Sparrow. You will see her soon enough." Felicity hadn't noticed how mush she had been fidgeting, but she knew she had to stop.

"Sorry Mike. I am so nervous. Has she changed?"

"Not really, now calm down."

Arriving at the house, Felicity walked into the house to see a welcome home sign. "Welcome home Nessie!" Felicity smiled as she heard her grandfather. "Grandfather?"

"Is that you Nessie? Is that my tall, gangly granddaughter?"

"Yes Grandfather." She went to hug him, and she smelled him.

"What are you doing?"

"I am just sniffing. I am making a memory. When I get old, I am always going to remember my grandfather as smelling like…peppermint and pipe tobacco."

"Renesmee?" Felicity looked up and saw her mother, Bella Swan, coming down the stairs. She went up halfway, and met her mother with a hug. "Oh darling you cut your hair? And pierced your ears?"

"Do you hate it?"

"No, darling, I absolutely love it. Oh how I have missed you. It's felt like forever, hasn't it?"

"You have no idea."

"Come on…tea."

Felicity followed her to a room and sat at a table. She had just sat when Mike cam in with her stuffed bear. "Is this your's?"

Felicity freaked out when she saw it. It was her's…her guppy. "Yes, a friend gave it to me at camp. Give it here please."

Bella was on the phone, talking to someone. "Alice, Nessie just got back into town. I was going to spend the say with her. Alright I will ask her. Nessie, would you hate me if I had to go down to the studio?"

"No mother."

"Would you like to go with?"

"Yes mother."

"Alright Alice. I will be there with Nessie in a little bit. And don't attack me this time." Hanging up the phone, Bella said to Felicity, "Alice is in a crisis. She needs me to help her with a customer's veil."

Bella was a wedding gown designer. She had a shop in Paris, one in London, and another in New York. She had thought of doing another one in Washington, where she was from, but she was still debating, as she didn't want to run into anyone she might know, aka Edward and his family. She wasn't sure how she would be treated there. And she was still deciding if she wanted to find out or not.

"Mike, Nessie and I are going to the shop. Crisis. I will be back as soon as I can. Can you put all her clothes on her drawers?" Bella knew she didn't need to ask. Mike loved serving her family. He was always willing to do anything, sometimes even before she asked.

They walked the few blocks from the house to the shop. The weather channel had said rain, so they took an umbrella with. They arrived at the shop, and Felicity looked around. She saw some top hats on some hooks, and the bride, who was having a bit of trouble with the veil. "Je vois. Qui. Je ne sais pas comment le réparer. Laissez-moi demander ma fille. Ness…how would you do this?"

Renesmee walked to the hat stand to look at the hats. "Maybe this will work. We can put the hat underneath. And have the veil come on over."

"Good idea. D'accord. Donc, nous mettrons ce chapeau sur ta tete. Et puis, ceci. Bon?"

They did that, and smiled as they looked at the bride. "Oh, Angela, vous etes belles. Ben serra heureux te voir. Je sais ca."

The photo shoot started, and they started to get the best ones. Soon Felicity joined Angela, and they laughed in the picture. They were happy that they could find a way to fix it.

The photo shoot ended, and they had to leave, after helping the bride out of the dress. The started walking a little while, before stopping at window.

"You know, Mom, I could see you wearing that dress." Bella just laughed at that. "Don't these wedding dresses make you think of the "F" word?"

"The "F" word?"

"My father."

The rain started and Bella laughed and called a cab. "Get in silly."

'Dear dad, I wonder what you're doing with this moment,' thought Felicity.

A/N: The French translations are as follows:

"Je vois. Qui. Je ne sais pas comment le réparer. Laissez-moi demander ma fille..." = "I see. Yes. I don't know how to fix it. Let me ask my daughter..."

"...D'accord. Donc, nous mettrons ce chapeau sur ta tete. Et puis, ceci. Bon?" = "...Okay. So, we are going to put this hat on your head. And then this. Good?"

"Oh, Angela, vous etes belles. Ben serra heureux te voir. Je sais ca." = "Oh, Angela, you are beautiful. Ben will be happy to see you. I know that."