Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight; I don't own part of this plot but I do some of it.

Hey-o! I hope you like it!

Chapter 4:

"There's not much more to tell, Renesmee," I told her as she laid next to me in my bed this time. She wanted to sleep with me tonight since she said she found me crying in my sleep. I felt embarrassed when she told me, but she patted my shoulder and told me it was alright.

"I don't care," she told me, snuggling close to me. I took her hair that was similar to Edward's, except for the length, and ran my fingers through it. "Tell me more, up until Daddy leaves."

I didn't really want to tell her that part of the story yet, but I knew that I should tell her what happened, what my mind was going through. She told me before that she understood, that I didn't have to explain, but I didn't believe her. She was only eight at the time.

"No interruptions," I said, quietly as I looked back into my memory for the story.

*.*

Renesmee hasn't changed much since she was born. She's just a clumsy as me and a little goofy. She still ran into things, like I do.

There was one time where I was putting something away in a cabinet under the sink and accidently hit her in the face with the door. I was an over protective mother so when I found out that I hit her in the face, I screamed.

"Oh my God! Renesmee!" I screamed, as I closed the door. She looked down at the ground and covered her face. "Edward! Edward! Edward, come here, damn it!"

"What's the matter?" asked Edward, coming into the kitchen. "Love, why are you screaming?"

"I hit Renesmee in the face!" I shouted, panicking. "I'm sorry, Renesmee! Does it hurt? It got to hurt! Mommy's sorry, baby!" I looked up at my husband. "Check if she's alright! Edward! Check her! Make sure she doesn't have a concussion!" I looked back down at my daughter, wanting to touch her, but afraid to do so. I didn't want to cause any more damage.

She looked up at me and smiled. "What?" she said, tilting her head to the side. It seemed like the whole world had stopped as a single drop of blood ran down, out of my daughter's nose.

"Oh. My. God," I said slowly as I collapsed.

Instead of my world going black, all I could see was red.

I could only remember Edward laughing at me and saying something about Renesmee making the Black Swan faint. That was the first time I've ever fainted from blood in my life.

*.*

"Black Swan?" said Renesmee, her hand holding mine. I nodded, glancing at the time. It was almost eight thirty. "What's that?"

"My name when I was in my old gang," I mumbled, closing my eyes. I was tired for some reason. "I was very bad. I'll tell you a different time."

She squeezed my hand and I opened my eyes. "Continue with the story, Mommy," she said, staring up at me. I sighed.

"Okay."

"Oh, and Mommy," she said, interrupting me again, "you faint all the time when you see blood on me."

I rolled my eyes. "No interruptions."

*.*

The three of us were always together. Some times, even Grandpa Carlisle was with us. We didn't do much, but we were always together. That's all that mattered to me. That we were together.

When Edward held Renesmee, his face was always so gentle. I was so happy that I wanted to cry; sometimes, I did. Edward sometimes asked me what was wrong and the other times, he laughed at me. His and Renesmee's laugh were the most beautiful sound in the world.

I was so happy for many years. I wanted to stay like that, happy. Happy with my family that loved and cared for me. I especially wanted to stay with Edward, the one that I loved and cared for the most, besides our own flesh and blood.

However, when Edward got sick, my life started spinning downward. He was away on a business trip when I found out that he was ill. I wanted him to come home but he just told me that he was alright. He would be home in a few days.

"Edward, are you coming home soon?" I asked one night he called me. He was still sick; I could tell by the way he was coughing in the phone.

"The business trip is almost over," he replied. "I'll be home in a few days." He coughed again into the phone, sounding worst. I narrowed my eyes; I was worried.

"Have you been to the doctor yet?"

"No. Haven't had any time, love," he told me.

"Edward!" I said loudly. My eyes, then, quickly shot to my baby. She was still sleeping on the couch. "That's no excuse; I know you're busy but you need to think about your health."

"Bella, I'm fine," he insisted. Then he let out a hard, throat tearing cough.

"That's it. I'm coming over there," I said, standing to go to my room. I took out my bag and started packing my things.

"No, you stay home," he said, coughing a little quieter than the last one. "Don't catch the cold and pass it onto Renesmee." He laughed a weak laugh.

"Edward," I complained, sitting on our bed.

"How's our baby, by the way?"

"She's fine. She's sleeping on the couch since she's waiting for me to go to bed," I mumbled, going back to the living room. I wedged the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I picked up Renesmee. "She's been sleeping in our bed with me while you're away."

"Really? Why?"

"I'm not sure, really," I lied. "She said I might be lonely without you." I laughed. The real reason that she slept with me was because I was having a hard time sleeping by myself.

I heard Edward laugh. "Well, make sure she doesn't get too attached," he said, coughing again. My smile fell at the sound of his horrible coughing. "I was thinking lately, when I get back, that we should have another child."

I felt my face blush when he said those words. Then I smiled shyly as I tucked Renesmee into my bed. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes. Is it the same for you?" I heard the smile in his voice.

"Wow," I laughed. "Yes, of course."

"Well, Bella, I'll call you when I get back."

"Okay. Get plenty of sleep, Edward," I told him. I heard him cough once more. "And go to the doctor!"

"I will. Make sure you get some sleep too," he said, quietly. His voice was scratchy; the sound of his voice tore at my heart. "Goodnight, Ms. Klutz. I love you."

Three days passed and I was eating lunch with Renesmee. I was waiting for Edward to call since I haven't talked to him for a while. Plus, yesterday, I had a horrible feeling while I was cleaning the kitchen. I just suddenly felt a piece of me disappeared. I didn't know how to explain it, but I was very worried for Edward from that moment on. I was scared that something happened to him. I kept it from everyone until I knew he was alright.

Then the phone rang. I grinned at my daughter and said, "It must be Daddy!"

"Daddy!" she said, happily.

I ran to the phone, making sure I didn't trip, and answered. "Hello?" I said, hoping that it would be Edward. No one answered. "Hello?"

"Bella," said Carlisle. His voice sounded tired, worn. I had a feeling that I knew what this meant. "He's gone." His voice broke at last word. I felt my body start to tremble as the phone dropped from my hand.

He didn't have to tell me who it was. I already knew.

Edward.

Right away, I told Renesmee to get her shoes on so we could go see Grandpa Carlisle. She did as I told her and we left the house to see Carlisle.

When we got there, he was waiting for us. He drove us the morgue where Edward was and I went in by myself. A morgue was no place for a child. I saw him on the metal slab. He was pale white but besides that, he looked fine. He looked like he was sleeping. I knew that he wasn't though; he was gone.

I couldn't move.

The next day was the funeral. I stood next to his body, staring at him. He still looked the same; he looked like he was sleeping.

"They found out in the morning," said one of his relatives. "They hadn't caught it in time."

"Such a young man," said someone else.

"He had his whole life ahead of him."

"What was his wife doing? She should have taken care of him while he was sick."

More, I thought.

"She was probably just sleeping around."

More.

"I was against the marriage from the start."

More.

"She was only cheating on him."

More, I demanded.

"He was better off single."

Keep blaming me. I want you to keep making it my fault. Blame me more. Beat the hell out of me. Make it so I'll never stand up again.

The time we had together was too short. It was too short. He was cremated after the funeral. Then he was just smoke and ash. The whole thing was too short.

*.*

"Mommy, I remember that," said my daughter quietly. I nodded, closing my eyes. "Did you really think it was your fault?"

"Yes," I said, sitting up. I stroked her hair. "It was my fault because I listened to him. I stayed home."

She stared at me. Her tiny head was surrounded by her huge pillow. When she stared up at me with her beautiful emerald eyes, she reminded me of her father. The way that he stared at me.

"I'll tell you the ending tomorrow," I said, laying down again. She got close to me and pressed her face into my chest. She held onto my shirt as she started to cry for me. She knew that I wouldn't cry, so she cried for me. I loved her so much.

Hey! I hope you liked it! It was really sad, I know! Did you like it, though? Yay? Nay?

There's only one chapter left! I won't get that up until tomorrow. Sorrry! I've already started the longer version, and that will be a little different from this one besides the obvious. I'll let you know more about it later!

Thanks for reading! Review and let me know what you think!

**LoveEmmettCullen