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And all the days

You spent with me

Now seem so far away

And it feels like you

Don't care anymore

Simple Plan, "Perfect"

Five Years Later. . . After Renesmee first encountered the Volturi, when she lived a happy existence in Forks, Washington with the Cullen coven. A time before chaos would erupt like a violent volcano, and the world would come tumbling down around her. She would learn eventually that amongst her world of bliss and perfection, there were cracks.

There were several important details to remember for Renesmee, little things to keep in mind when accidentally stuck in a room with her beloved father, Edward Cullen.

One: In case the event should happen, (which was rare since he spent most of his time with her perfect mother, Bella) Renesmee would greet him with a genuine, "Hello, Daddy? How are you," and retreat to the safety of her room upstairs as quickly as her feet could carry her.

Two: There was hardly a need to converse, unless absolutely necessary. Honestly, the very notion of talking to him alone was too awkward to even imagine. To Renesmee, Edward was more of a roommate than a family member.

Three: If a conversation was ever necessary, it was always to be kept brief. Renesmee went to Edward for advice as a last resort. But given she had six other vampires, ten plus shape-shifters, and three humans to go to, the odds of Nessie willingly ask her father for something were slim to none. In fact, it never happened.

And finally, four: Always make sure someone else was in the room.

"Renesmee, sweetheart, would you please take a seat?" Edward gestured to the couch, and she took a seat while her parents sat on the loveseat. "We have something we need to speak with you about."

The half-human half-vampire reluctantly nodded, urging him on.

"Your father and I decided that we need a second honeymoon," Bella said, smiling affectionately at her daughter. "We're leaving for Isle Esme for a week."

"Okay. . .? That's nice." Nessie shrugged, masking her fear of leaving Forks for seven days.

She hated traveling without the rest of her family, especially Jacob. Normally, Edward and Bella would have to drag their daughter kicking and screaming through the airports. The vacation itself would be somewhat fun, but not terribly thrilling. The highlight of any day while spending "a relaxing few days away from rainy Forks" was telling Jacob all about it over the phone, and listening to him chuckle along when she would tell him about the silly things her mom would do to get her to smile.

"When should I start packing?" she inquired wearily.

"You're staying here," Edward answered quickly—too quickly for Nessie's liking.

Processing. . . Processing. . .

Word: Honeymoon.

Definition: Seven wonderful, awesome-filled days on a beautiful island alone, without their pesky daughter to spoil everything.

Computed.

"Oh. Cool." Renesmee wasn't sure what to say. "When do you leave, then?"'

"Tomorrow afternoon," her father retorted—again, much too quickly.

"Honey, we trust you enough to leave the cottage in your care for a few days, but Rosalie will checking in on you every day, got it? If you make any plans, you must tell her and make sure that she is fine with it. And we'll be calling you frequently," Bella explained, forever protective of her daughter. "As for Jacob-"

Nessie's smiled a little bit. "He'll be here most of the time,"—a pleasing fact—"so I should probably stock up on junk food so he can raid the refrigerator."

"Don't you ever grow tired of that mangy mutt?" Edward questioned. Renesmee was uncertain if that was an actual inquiry or a joke.

She just answered with a simple, little smile. "Nope."

"Just as well, Jacob is our ideal nanny," Bella intervened as the room's aura began to intensify. "You never have to pay him."

"I think the fridge sufficing as an all-you-can-eat buffet counts as payment, Mom." The hybrid smirked cheekily, remembering how Jacob had stuffed his face with potato chips and bacon only the day before.

"Touché."

"So. . . Is that all you wanted to say?" Nessie queried shyly, shifting her weight feeling like a troublesome child under the eyes of her father.

It would be a few minutes until Jacob arrived to take her to La Push, and she had yet to comb out those annoying tangles in her hair.

"Yes, sweetie. Go get ready," Bella said, letting Nessie get up.

The halfie giddily skipped up the staircase, humming a familiar melody all the way until she reached for her purple hairbrush. This news she had just received, while a bit unnerving and maybe even scary, was fantastic! A whole week to spend alone, staying up at all hours of the night and watch movies on the Sci-Fi channel, not worrying about overhearing her parents' especially intimate moments. They were awfully loud. . .

Ew, Nessie grimaced, but the feeling of deep sorrow—yearning—already started to seep beneath her ivory flesh.

Bella and Edward had never left their only daughter on her own before, and she hadn't gone a day without seeing Bella. . . at least since those excruciating long almost-three-day period. She would miss them both like crazy, but her mother more so.

Her beautiful, loving mother, whom always made sure Renesmee awoke to thousand 'I love yous,' and was there to kiss her goodnight, despite Nessie's many protests.

While she secretly loved getting so much affection from Bella, Nessie always felt a sudden wave of anxiety when her father began to stare from the corner of the room—his golden honey irises filled with gloom and deception. Jealousy. Nessie hated feeling like she was stealing away Edward's only love like some sort of savage thief. She couldn't blame him, if indeed that was what he thought about his daughter, Bella was all he had in the world.

When Nessie spoke of this to somebody else, namely her godfather Jasper, he always said, "Trust me—he loves you very much. You'll understand some day, darlin'."

Nessie sighed to herself, catching the happy sound of Jacob's thundering heartbeat coming closer.

She dashed downstairs at her hybrid speed, and caught her father staring out the window as Bella packed the rest of their clothes from their room. Nessie couldn't quite read his stoic features, but he always made that face when Jacob was around.

"See you later, Daddy. I love you."

That much was true. Nessie, of course, loved the man who taught her how to play the piano. She just wasn't sure if the feeling was mutual.

"Me, too," he replied, not looking at her—his stranger daughter.

She disappeared out the door, to see Jacob's warm smile—that she liked to pretend was only for her. Nessie never noticed how Edward grieved, and Heaven forbid she'll ever find out the reason behind his safe distance.

Away from the daughter he cherished with every fiber of his being. Nessie could never posses the knowledge Edward did. He simply didn't deserve to be loved by her.

A/N: Yeah… I don't know why Edward never responds Nessie reluctance towards him either (though, I've made one up for the benefit of the story), considering he's reading her thoughts. Personally, I never thought they shared a close relationship, though I'm sure they both love each other. It just irks me how Edward ignores some of Nessie's thoughts in BD, such as her indifference to not being able to sparkle and when Bella tells her that she's the prettiest, Edward openly disagrees! Then, later on when Nessie is feeling all guilty about the whole Volturi and confesses such aloud, suuure (like Bella and Jacob) he's quick to tell her that it's not the case, but he can read her mind! He should have started comforting her before Nessie had the chance to utter, "This is my fault," to begin with.

Not that I think Edward is a horrible father. I did appreciate, however, how he and Carlisle worked around the clock to study half-vampire folklore for Nessie's benefit.