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Chapter 3:
"Are you ready?" I asked, seeing that she was in bed with the bear that Edward got her for her first birthday. Renesmee smiled, nodding. "Good. Now, same rules as last time."
"Okay, Mommy," she said. She looked excited.
"So, this is after I turned eighteen."
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"Get it away from me!" I yelled, backing away from the store. "I don't want it! It has nothing to do with me!"
I felt Edward stand next to me, his arm around my waist. He was smiling a smug smile. I made another loud noise, feeling his hand on my waist tighten.
"I don't care either way," he said, quietly. "But it's rare to find a women that is opposed to a wedding." His hand came around my shoulders and touched my hair absently.
"Ugh! It's gross and I'm not doing it!" I shouted, loudly. I noticed people staring at us but I ignored them. I put my face into Edward's shoulder, feeling his fingers run through my hair. "This is not why I'm marrying you, Edward!"
He chuckled as he lead me away from the bridal shop, muttering, "Yes, yes." Then we left from that hideous place.
We weren't the only ones that didn't celebrate our marriage. None of the Culllens celebrated it either. Everyone was dead set against it, except for one.
Mr. Carlisle Cullen.
Edward's father.
Carlisle was a kind man. He looked too young to have a twenty five year old son. He lectured us on how we should love each other and ignore the comments of our objectors. He told us that everyone needed to know that me and Edward loved each other with our actions, not only by our words.
"Whoa!" I had shouted on the first night that I met Carlisle. "He's totally nice!" Edward laughed, taking my hand again.
"I told you he's different," he said, smiling. I rolled my eyes at him as his father invited us for dinner that night.
The next few months after that was pure happiness. We were only apart when we had to be. We were always together, either out or at home. It didn't matter what we did, but just as long as we were together, we were happy.
But then my joy disappeared when I found out that I was pregnant. I wasn't ready for a child. I was terrified of having a child. I was in our room, crying, when he found me.
"Why didn't you ask me to come with you, Bella?" asked Edward, when he found me waiting for him. I was sitting on the bed, my face in my hands. I trembling; I just told him that I was pregnant. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" He kneeled down in front of me and took my hands. I stared down at him, but not looking at him.
"I... Edward," I whispered, "I don't think I can handle a baby." I could feel my tears streak down my cheeks, like a faucet. "I'm happy that it's all yours, but... but it's a whole 'nother person! A whole 'nother human being!"
He pulled me down into his arms and I clutched his waist. "I don't have the right to do that! Have a child! I've been horrible to everyone in my life! I did a lot of horrible things, Edward!" I cried, feeling his fingers run through my hair. "What if it said that it hated me! What if I made her cry! What if... what if I end up leaving her!" I felt my whole body tremble. I was so scared.
"Bella," he whispered, "we are humans and know what we like to be done to us. If we make our child cry, then we'll apologize to her, letting her know that we love her." I looked up at him and he kissed my forehead. "We will raise her together." Together, I thought. Not by myself. "Ms. Klutz, I want you to have the baby."
I felt so much better, knowing that we would raise our child together, the right way. I wouldn't be alone anymore. We'll be together, the three of us.
And so, months later, Renesmee was born, the most precious person in the world. Right away, everyone that knew her was in love with her from the first touch, first smile. Carlisle was the second person that loved her the most, besides Edward and me. He was so attached to her from the day of her birth.
"Bella," Carlisle said as we sat on his porch, watching Edward and Renesmee observe his garden, "thank you for so much that you did in the last few years."
I blushed, embarrassed. "I didn't really do anything, Carlisle. I was just a bad girl who fell in love with a good guy." I ran my fingers through my hair, smiling sheepishly.
"You changed him from his old ways. I was afraid that he would grow up cold and alone since his mother died, but now that you appeared in his life, he's a different person." I couldn't help but be flattered; Carlisle was so kind. "I'm glad he found you, Bella. You saved him from a life of torment and loneliness."
I didn't really have anything to say to that. I was surprised, actually. I felt that it was the other way around. He saved me, instead of me saving him. But I didn't say anything to ruin Carlisle's happiness. He deserved to be happy.
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"And that's what happened," I said to Renesmee, who was still awake. She frowned at me.
"Why did you stop? It was getting good."
"That's the end of the story. You know the rest." I stroked her head and played with one of her curls.
"So? I want to hear it from you."
It was my turn to frown at her. "The rest is sad and depressing. I don't want you to be sad."
"I won't." She touched my hand. "Please, Mommy. I want to know what you felt until Daddy died and after that." I wanted to glare, but she was my baby. I couldn't glare at my only child.
"If that's what you really want," I mumbled. I kissed her forehead as I stood up. "But you'll have to wait until tomorrow. You need to sleep. Goodnight, my sweet Renesmee."
"Ugh! Mommy!"
Then I turned off the light.
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