Disclamer: I own nothing, it all belong to Stephenie Meyer who sadly is not me.

Chapter 13:

We both listened to Jacob's retreating footsteps; neither of us moving as we waited for the light thud of Jake's steps as he climbed the stairs of his porch and the muted bump as his door softly closed. I turned to face Edward then, breaking the silence. Resting my arms on his shoulders I looked him in the eye.

"Renesme will be sleeping soundly by now." I murmured making my voice casual.

"Yes she will most defiantly be sound asleep by now," he agreed, his topaz eyes regaining the burning intensity from earlier.

"So we can always talk to her tomorrow about her worries, no need to wake her now, right?" I asked a little breathlessly, my attempt at nonchalance completely gone. Instead of answering me, he pulled me up in his arms, cradling me to his chest, as his lips pressed against mine in urgent desire. I pulled myself closer, inhaling his sweet scent, as my tongue traced the sweet, flawless shape of his lips. I barely noticed as he climbed the staircase, crossing the hallway to our bedroom door. I did however, notice the rapid fluttering of a beating heart coming from our bedroom, opposed to the one across the hall. I pulled away from Edward, sighing internally. Would we not get a chance to be by ourselves at all tonight? He set me gently on my feet, before pushing our bedroom door open. I softened immediately as I saw my daughter sprawled across our bed, her legs tangled in the thick covers. Her beautiful face was peaceful as she slumbered, her breathing quiet and even, although faster than that of a normal human. I smiled warmly, crossing the short distance to the bed in a few seconds. I knelt on the floor beside the mattress, not wanting to disturb her. I felt the air stir as Edward came to kneel beside me, his warm hand resting on the small of my back. I leaned in to press my lips to my daughter's flushed cheek, stroking her tousled bronze curls with slow, practiced movements. She stirred slightly under my touch, and I automatically pulled my hand away not wanting to wake her. She opened her eyes sleepily, blinking twice as her chocolate gaze focused.

"Hi," she whispered, a small smile lighting her entire face.

"Hey," I murmured, gently smoothing her curls away from her face. "Sorry we woke you." I apologized, feeling a little guilty.

"No, no it's fine." She promised. "I should probably go back to my own bed now huh? I am sorry; it just felt so lonely without you guys in the house." She tried to sit up, but I pushed her softly back down onto the pillows.

"Don't worry sweetheart," Edward said, bending to press his lips against her forehead.

"Go back to sleep. Will it help if I stay with you?" I offered.

"No that's ok mom." She shook her head tiredly. "You spend the night with daddy." I could see the panic in her eyes though as she spoke the words. She was trying to be brave, trying to give Edward and me the night to ourselves, but I could see how much pain it would cause her to be alone tonight. It was just too much after everything that had happened; she didn't want to feel alone no matter how temporary. Edward seemed to sense the same thing, or maybe he heard it in her thoughts.

"No you stay with your mother." Edward said persuasively, his velvet voice soft. "Jazz, Esme and Alice were going hunting and I was already thinking of going with them tonight. I needed to go soon anyways." He lied smoothly, his tone convincing, although the light colouring of his eyes suggested otherwise. Renesme nodded sleepily, her eyes already closed. Edward bent to kiss her forehead before brushing his lips against mine. He smiled regretfully, before launching himself out of our window and racing towards the big house.

I crawled into bed beside her, staying above the covers so she wouldn't be chilled. She rolled over in response, nestling her head on my shoulder. Automatically I wrapped my arms around her pulling her close. It was odd but even after all this time she still fit perfectly in my arms, as though they really were meant just for her. I held her through the night; silently comforting her while she slept.

I stared at her closed eyelids, noticing just how innocent, how vulnerable she seemed. Even though she was physically almost me own age, she was still technically only seven. She had grown up so fast. Not only in physical appearance, but mentally as well; she never really had a lot of time to simple be a child. Yet as I held her I realized that in a way she was still just an average seven year. She was still just a little girl in need of her mother's comfort and love. I smiled softly, enjoying the thought that even though she was grown, and that she belonged to Jake in a baffling yet undeniable way, she was still mine too. My little nudger. The very one I had fought so hard to protect. She stirred softly in my arms, her bronze hair brushing against my face. I held her closer, inhaling her sweet, unique scent. She sighed softly in her sleep, her eyelids fluttering ever so slightly. Curious, I reached out and grabbed her hand, pressing it to my cheek. Enthralled, I focused on her dreams. They were surreal, yet beautiful. It showed an image of us, the Cullens and Jake in a beautiful meadow, quite similar to mine and Edward's meadow, where we had taken Nessie many times before. The setting was so beautiful, the sun was shining and everything, from the trees and flowers, to the soft grass, was lush and bright. I held my daughter's hand tighter, relishing as I dreamed with her.

It ended all too soon. My eyes flickered unwillingly to the alarm clock. It seemed that my night with my daughter had ended all too soon. Groaning, I released me Renesme's hand, propping myself up on my elbow so I could whisper gently in her ear.

"Wake up honey," I said, pressing my lips to her cheek. "It's time to get ready for school." She rolled over in response, entangling herself further in the bedding. I dropped my arms, watching her intently. Waking Nessie was never an easy task. She sighed once before opening her eyes. Her warm chocolate gaze appraised me, her expression resigned. She sighed once more before kicking herself free from the knotted sheets, staggering to a stand. She turned back to face me, her eyes soft.

"Thanks for staying with me Momma," She whispered.

"Anytime baby."

I watched as she stumbled for the door, knowing that she wouldn't like it if I offered to carry her. She was like me and didn't like to be thought of as weak or incapable. Of course that didn't help much when Edward was in one of his over-protective moods. Before she reached the door, Edward was already there, leaning casually against the doorframe.

"Good morning angel." He said studying her sluggish walk, my favourite crooked grin stretched across his face. She smiled briefly, before stumbling again.

"Do you want me to carry you?" he offered, suddenly concerned. I rolled my eyes; of course he would ask.

"No dad, I'll make it." She mumbled, moving past him into the hallway. He leaned back a bit to watch her, probably making sure she made it to her room without falling down the stairs. I could here her stumbling around in her closet, yanking out clothing. Edward chuckled lightly and I couldn't help but laugh with him. As long as she didn't crawl back into bed, we might actually get an early start this morning. I heard the air whistle past, and smelt Edward's wonderful sun-honey-lilac scent come closer, before my perceptive eyes found him. He lay on top of me, every inch of him pressing against my own body. His strong, smooth hands cradled my face.

"How is it that you can wake up Nessie without her throwing a fit?" He demanded, his tone playful.

"Mother's touch." I answered, my voice teasing. I winked, my lips stretching into a slow, seductive smile. He flashed my favourite crooked grin, before crushing his lips to mine. We picked up where we had left off last night, neither of us able to fulfill our desire. I clutched myself closer, completely overwhelmed by his hands, his skin, his scent.

"Jake and Nessie's breakfast," I mumbled against his lips. Yet I pulled him closer, even while I was telling him how come I needed to leave.

"Jake can cook," he murmured against my jaw, before pressing his lips to mine.

"Store!" I gasped trying to convince myself that I had to leave. He groaned, pushing himself away. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet with him.

"I know." He said, clutching me closer for one moment before pulling away to open the doors to our unbelievably enormous closet-courtesy of Alice. I picked his shirt off of the floor from where it had fallen after it had been hastily removed a few minutes earlier. I crumpled it into a ball in, before lobbing it at the large bag in the back of our staggering closet-the bag was destined for Goodwill.

"Nice shot," Edward commented lightly, reaching up to grab a pale gray V-neck from the top rack.

"Thanks," I mumbled, not really paying attention. I moved towards the new set of drawers Alice had installed the other day in the far wall beside the Goodwill bag. I didn't know what was inside exactly, but if I had to guess I would say it was probably our new "supply" of clothing. I opened the top drawer, it smelled promisingly of stretch-cotton. As I ruffled through the white and beige articles I realized that these shirts were all men's. I was about to close the drawer when something bright in the far corner caught me eye. I reached back and caught the small object in my hand. I studied it closely, holding it to my eye for a better look-completely unnecessary of course since my eyes had already seen every small detail about the tiny item. What was this doing in the drawer?

"Edward?" I asked hesitantly, spinning around to face my husband. "What is this?"

Oooh a cliffy!! Can you guys guess what it is??? Ok I'll give you a hint… kind of. If you've read midnight sun on Stephenie Meyer's website you may know what I am talking about!! So come on guys, tell me your guesses!!! I won't UD until I get some decent attempts…so review and guess!!!!!! Lol hope u all had a great holiday!!!!

Princess Ly