That night I held Renesmee in my arms for hours. Just marveling what I had and mourning what I had lost. I think Rosalie understood, though, I could hear her thoughts were a bit annoyed. Jacob always seemed there, watching from the hallway, standing next to me asking for a turn, as if Renesmee was some kind of prize. I knew he was probably hurting on the inside like I was, with my every move. I loved to listen to Renesmee's thoughts at night. They were pure and simple, like a baby's should be. It breaks my heart every time she gets frustrated because Bella isn't there. I take Renesmee down stairs to the den, where Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, Emmett and Carlisle are watching a movie. They all coo and cuddle with her, but Alice curls up in a fetal position and her eyes become glassy. Of course Alice would miss Bella like us, they were the closest of everybody else in this room. As soon as I realize this I give Alice a hug, when her silence becomes dry sobbing. We sit back on the couch when Renesmee touches my arm with her hand and an image comes into my head, I freeze in confusion. "What the hell" I mutter, and Rosalie gasps and scolds me for cursing next to the baby. The image is what has me the most perplexed, even though right now Renesmee is the size of a new born, her intelligence is scary, not like that she thinks like a child, but she does know things we haven't taught her. The image is me and Bella holding her inside the nursery, Bella is human and wearing the bloody clothes she had when she gave birth to Renesmee, but this doesn't have an effect on her, as Bella holds her and tells her how much she loves her, me on the other side kissing Bella's cheek and admiring our family. I become transfixed with image and fantasy and reality mix themselves up in my head. For a minute everything is all right.
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