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Renesmee should have been home when I got there. But she wasn't.

"Jake?!" I frantically screamed his name, and he ran to me from upstairs. "Where's Nessie?"

His jaw dropped. "I thought she was with you." His voice was barely a whisper – he looked terrified.

I turned on my heel and took drove as fast as possible towards the Cullens' home. I jumped out of the car, and nearly knocked their front door off the hinges as I barged into the house.

"Where's my daughter." It came out as more of a statement than a question.

Rosalie raised an eyebrow at me.

"She's out with Edward," she explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "She wanted to get to know her father, is that such a bad thing?"

I shook my head slowly. "Where are they?"

"Some meadow near Santoro's Restaurant," she told me.

I knew exactly what they were talking about. It was an old abandoned drive-in movie theatre. Nothing was there anymore, but it was a beautiful place to hang out, talk, and relax.

I didn't bother with my car. I ran as quickly as possible towards the old lot. The sounds of bells ringing greeted me as I ran down the long path.

They were laughing.

Edward and Renesmee were together, and they were laughing. They were enjoying each other's company. They were happy.

I slowed down as I approached them, and so did the sounds of their laughter. They looked towards me, and both of them had timid smiles.

"Hey Mom," Renesmee greeted me. I tried to smile at her, but failed miserably.

"Hello Bella." Edward's normally cool voice had a strange combination of joy and fear.

"We were just talking, sorry I didn't call," Renesmee said. "I totally forgot. But you said that I could get to know Dad, so I just…I don't know, I kind of wanted to. That's okay, right?"

"Of course it is Nessie. I told you that you could, why would I take it back now?" My throat ached and my voice shook as I spoke. Tears that would never fall were lodged in my vocal chords.

Renesmee looked from me, to Edward, to the ground.

"Jacob's probably worried. I'm going to go home…" She looked up at Edward for a few moments, before turning to me with a solemn expression. "Mom, you should talk to him. Just hear him out. Okay?"

She wanted me to talk to him?

Two parts of me fought for dominance. One said "Talk to him. You love him. You're family could come back together. Everything could get so much better."

But another part shot dozens of images through my mind. Edward's face as he told me he didn't want me. The pain I'd felt when he was gone. Pregnancy…alone. Renesmee growing up without a father.

Now she had the chance to get him back, though. And so did I.

"Okay," I whispered.

Renesmee smiled at me. She knew how hard this was. "See you later Mom! Bye Dad."

She was already calling him Dad? I smiled at that. We really could get our family together. We could all be happy again.

The images tried to fill my mind again, tried to wipe the smile off of my face, but I pushed them out. If Renesmee wanted me to talk to Edward, then there had to be a good reason.

What if he really did still love me? What if he wanted this as badly as I did?

When I finally came back to reality, Renesmee was gone and Edward was staring at me with a hopeful expression.

As soon as our eyes made contact, he was in front of me.

"Bella," he breathed. The scent of his cool breath filled my nostrils. I closed my eyes and brought myself back to my human years…back before my 18th birthday. Back when I knew he loved me.

"Edward." My voice was just as quiet as his, but it was steady now.

Slowly, I began to smile. But not for long. The images filled my mind again, and I lost it. I crumpled into a heap on the ground.

"Edward," I said again.

He came down to sit beside me. We didn't speak, but he gripped my hand tightly as I fell to pieces. When I looked at him, I realized he was in a state similar to mine.

"I'm so sorry Bella." His eyes were filled with such sorrow and honesty it was impossible not to trust him.

Without thinking of what I was doing, I threw my arms around him. Even though he was the one that left, I was determined to make everything all right again.

AN. It's not set in stone that this will bring them back together just yet. Sorry for leaving you with a cliffie, but I've been trying to write this next chapter for ever; I'm still not 100 satisfied with it. Review! Give me predictions for the next chapter, those are fun to read. :) You guys are the best!