I own the title of Renesmee's book
Black Rose is mine :D

Practice

We went to our cottage.
Renesmee ran almost as fast as we did now.
With the drawing in her little hand, she ran silently between us. Edward held her other hand.

"Mommy, I'm not tired yet." She said.

"Yes you are." Edward answered in my place.

"Daddy, stop reading my mind!" She pulled his hand.
I laughed.

"You need your sleep, sweetheart." I stroke her hair.

"But mommy…"
We arrived by the cottage. Our happy place.

"Shall I read you a story?" She asked.
Though she had to sleep, I gave in.

"Which one would you like to read?"

"Can I chose?"

"Sure."
She went to her cupboard, but not to the books.
What was she doing? Had she stolen books or something?
She took a little blue wrapper out of it and came sitting next to me.

"Mommy," She said in a whisper.

"Yes."

"I wrote this book myself."
She opened the wrapper.
On the first page stood two words in her beautiful handwriting.
Black Rose.
She started reading. Her soft voice sounded like the wind in my ears. Soft, beautiful.

I didn't look back from her book, I read the pages once, twice, three times over.
The story was so…You can't get words for it.
She kept reading and reading. It must be almost midnight when her eyes closed. She let held her book.
I waited a little longer and then putted her in her bed. She was so tired.
I took the wrapper and kissed her on her forehead.

"Goodnight, special one of mine." I said. I pulled her quilt over her –though she was warm.
I sighed happily. And turned around. Still thinking.
I didn't even notice Edward standing in the door. I crashed into his chest, still holding Renesmee's 

book.
He hold me tight in his arms.

"What are you thinking." He asked.

"I don't know." I whispered.

"Won't you let me see it?" He asked –pleading –his arms tightened around my waist.

"She's special that one."

"Yes, she is." He sighed. "As special as her mother."
I looked up at his face. His eyes were sparkling.
His lips found mine in the same second. He kissed me very gently.
He pulled me up in his arms and wore me toward the living room. His lips not moving an inch from mine.

"Let's practice." He said as we sat on the couch. He pulled me on his lap.
I sighed.
Because we didn't need any sleep or didn't get any tired and Edward discovered that he can read my mind if I didn't block him, we practiced every night.
I tried to pull my shield out of my body, to get it around us like a soap bubble.
It felt really strange, every time again.
But I was getting better and better in it.
I could hold it now for almost five minutes –without distracting though.
That was Edward's challenge. Not distracting me –and that was very difficult for him.

Trying to get the bubble bigger, I thought about Renesmee's book.
She'd used Edward and me as leading characters.
The electricity between us, just everything.
She wrote our story.

"I know." Edward whispered, tightening again.

"It's just so…" I started, I wanted to cry, but only dry tears came out of my eyes.

"Ssst, Bella. I know. Concentrate, hold that thought."
But I couldn't hold that one.
Like always I got distracted in other thoughts.
How happy I was with Edward, how close our lips were.

"It's getting difficult out here." He said through his gritted teeth.

"Sorry." I said, but I couldn't get that thoughts away.
It was getting worse.
I started lingering on the details.
That was it.
He couldn't handle it anymore and that was a circle; if he couldn't handle anymore, I couldn't either.
The thoughts disappeared and became reality.
Reality for what you can call reality.
He wore me to our bedroom.

No more words.
No more thoughts.
Only happiness…

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