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"Good night, sweetie," Edward said, leaning over to kiss Renesmee.

"Daddy!" she protested.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"You told everyone that you have a new story for me tonight."

It wasn't just Renesmee and me. The whole family enjoyed Edward's customized fairytales. Renesmee had insisted that Edward type them up and print them out. Alice had helped her make illustrations. Renesmee would read them to herself or aloud if she had an audience, or she'd listen if anyone volunteered to read them to her. Jacob had read and heard the stories dozens of times, but he never ran out of patience. Still, everyone was pleased when Edward announced he'd come up with a new tale. He said he would tell it to Renesmee and me at bedtime as usual, and he promised to have a printed version ready for her to share with the others when she woke up in the morning.

"Did I?" he asked disingenuously. I rolled my eyes at him. "I did have something in mind," he admitted, taking his place in the rocking chair. "But I can't remember how it starts."

"Once upon a time!" she reminded him impatiently.

"Right!" he said in a tone of enlightenment. "It's all coming back to me now. Thank you, sweetie. Once upon a time there was a little girl named Goldeneyes."

Goldeneyes? I could already see where this one was heading, but of course I couldn't guess how it would unfold.

"That wasn't her real name, and she didn't actually have golden eyes. She was a half-vampire, half-human child, and her eyes were a beautiful warm brown."

Renesmee's face lit up with joy and amazement. "Like me!"

Edward nodded. "Both her parents were vampires now, and as they only drank the blood of animals, their eyes were usually golden. They called their daughter Goldeneyes because sometimes she wished her eyes were like theirs."

Did Renesmee wish that? She had never shown me a picture of herself with golden eyes, but of course Edward had access to much more of her thoughts.

"Gold eyes are very pretty," she whispered.

"Your eyes are beautiful, and they're perfect for you," Edward told her. "Your mother's eyes were that color when I fell in love with her."

He looked at me, and I was instantly dazzled by his adoring expression. There was no way to get used to his extreme beauty and his infinite love for me. I dissolved into a puddle anytime he unleashed that gaze on me. I wanted him. My mind was full of nothing but Edward and his face, his voice, his touch. But something else intruded in my memories and fantasies, a vision of Renesmee's bedroom. Oops. Her hand was on my cheek, and she was waiting for Edward to continue the story. I tore my eyes away from my husband and looked at our daughter. It felt like I'd been caught in his spell for hours, but it hadn't been long at all. She looked only mildly cross. Edward took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

"Well, one day when Goldeneyes was out hunting with her parents, she wandered off by herself while they weren't paying attention." He smirked. Yes, I could see how that could happen. "She felt safe in the woods because she knew she could run very fast and nothing would be able to hurt her. She wanted to explore, and she headed towards a part of the forest that she had never seen. She wandered among mossy trees and fallen logs. Birds twittered in the branches and chipmunks rustled in the leaves. Soon she came to a pretty little cottage. She could tell from the quiet and the absence of any strong scent that nobody was home. She was a curious girl, and what do you think she did? She opened the door and went inside."

Renesmee looked positively gleeful with anticipation.

"The first room she stepped into was a kitchen. There was a stove and cupboards and a table and chairs, and on the table were three steaming bowls of porridge. Goldeneyes's mother had always told her that she should try human food, so even though it didn't smell particularly good, she decided to taste the porridge. She picked up a spoon and ate some porridge from the first bowl. It was too thick, and she didn't like it at all. Next she dipped the spoon into the second bowl. This porridge was full of lumps. By this point she didn't expect much from the porridge in the third bowl, but she tasted it anyway, just to be fair. It was too thin and watery. She decided that she didn't care for porridge and she would never eat it again."

"What is porridge? Is that a real food?"

"Yes, humans sometimes eat it for breakfast," I told her.

"Does it taste bad?"

"Some people like it, especially when it's cold out."

"Can I try some? For breakfast tomorrow?"

Edward smiled. "Of course, if you want to. How should I make it for you? Thick? Lumpy? Or watery?"

She giggled. "Daddy, you're good at cooking. You'll make it just right."

"Thank you, sweetie. I'll try. Now, Goldeneyes was curious to see the rest of the cottage. The next room she entered was a living room with three different chairs. She wanted to climb into a chair and relax for a while. She sat down in the first chair, but it was very flimsy and it broke. She picked herself up off the floor and sat down in the second chair, but it was a very sleek modern design and not comfortable at all. She was starting to think the furniture in the cottage was no better than the food, but she gave the third chair a try. It was covered in a very slippery fabric and she slid right off. She thought that was fun, and she got on the chair and slid down onto the floor several times. Then she decided she was finished with the chairs.

"There really wasn't much to like about this cottage, but Goldeneyes felt she might as well see everything while she was there, so she went upstairs. There was a big bedroom with three beds. One of them was very big and didn't seem cozy at all. Another was really tiny. She'd have to curl up just to fit in it. So she lay down on the third bed, and she was so tired from all the walking she'd done in the forest that she fell asleep.

"While she was sleeping, the owners of the cottage returned. The inhabitants of the cottage were three bears: a mother bear, father bear and baby bear. They were not at all happy to discover that someone had been in their cottage. They snorted when they noticed that someone had eaten some of their porridge. They could smell that the intruder was very near. They moved into the living room, and they snarled when they saw the broken chair. They raced up the stairs. When they saw a little girl asleep in their bedroom, they growled in anger, and the sound woke Goldeneyes up. What do you think happened when she opened her eyes and saw three bears standing around the bed?"

Renesmee just shook her head in response. Her eyes were wide.

"She bit them!"

Renesmee laughed in relief.

"First she bit the father bear, but his blood tasted too salty. It was awful. Then she bit the mother bear, but her blood tasted too sweet. She didn't like that at all. Then she bit the baby bear, and his blood was just right. It was hot and delicious and satisfying. She was feeding when she heard some noise downstairs. At first she was worried that more bears had arrived or some other enemy was coming. But the air was full of a familiar scent. Her parents had tracked her to the cottage, and they rushed up the stairs to find her drinking from the baby bear with the bodies of two other bears lying on the floor nearby.

"They both scolded her. Her father said, 'Goldeneyes, you should never go so far away from us when we're out hunting. We were really worried about you!'

"Her mother said, 'Goldeneyes, you should not bite an animal unless you're going to drink it. That's wasteful.'

"Goldeneyes said, 'Mommy and Daddy, I'm so happy to see you! I'm sorry. I won't go so far away again. And I'm sorry about these bears, but they didn't taste very good.' She could see that her parents' eyes were still dark with thirst, and she guessed that they were so concerned about finding her that they hadn't stopped to hunt. 'Maybe you can drink them?' she suggested.

"So her father drank all the blood from the father bear. He liked the taste. Her mother drank all the blood from the mother bear. She thought it was nice. Goldeneyes finished the blood from the baby bear, and they were all happy."

"That was a funny story," Renesmee said happily. "I want to tell it to Uncle Emmett."

"He'll like it," I agreed.

"Thank you, Daddy. I love you."

"You're welcome, sweetheart. I love you too." He gave her a goodnight kiss. "See you in the morning." I kissed Renesmee and followed Edward into our bedroom.

He turned to me with a stern expression. "We have to talk about something."

"What is it?" I couldn't imagine what was troubling him. Everything had felt so close and cozy when we were putting Renesmee to bed.

"Do you think it's fair of you to distract me like that in front of our daughter? You were driving me crazy." He pulled me into his arms.

"Me distract you?" I yelped. Was he serious?

"Bella, when you look at me that way, all I can think of is holding you, kissing you, making love to you. Have pity! Please don't do that to me unless we're alone," he begged. "I can't handle it!"

"No way," I said, shaking my head. "That was all you. I'm the innocent party here. You had me mesmerized. You made me forget where we were. You're the one who needs to dial it down."

He laughed. "I have no idea what you're talking about. All I can say is, you'd better be ready to finish what you started back there."

I didn't need to be asked twice. I flung myself into his arms and fastened my mouth on his. The heat, the texture and the flavor of his lips and tongue were thrilling. I shifted my weight to topple him on the bed with me. Without a break in the feverish kissing we tore off our clothes. I could taste his venom, inhale his scent, hear his moans, feel his strong body. I paused to run my eyes over his powerful, perfect physique, and I saw the worship and need in his expression. He reached to caress the skin I'd just exposed, but I wanted more. I pulled him close and pressed myself against him. The excitement was already almost unbearable, the pleasure was already invading my body and taking over my mind. "Now, Edward," I pleaded, locking my gaze on his. "I'm ready."

Author's Note: So, things got a little steamy there. I honestly had no idea that was going to happen, but I followed Edward and Bella out of Renesmee's bedroom into their own, and you know how they are!

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Edward wanted a new story for his wife and daughter and I wanted a new story for my readers, so we wrote another one...