A/N: Thank to all who followed/favorited and read this story.

I loved the response from the last chapter, so keep them coming. It's very useful for my story and for my writing development. I appreciate every one.

Thank you to Jezzeria who preread and beta'ed this chapter. She keeps my mind from going haywire like Bella's newborn one is…

I had the pleasure of visiting Forks and La Push during the SMD2013. It's such an enchanting place. The forest and First and Second Beach are so beautiful and mysterious at the same time. It is easy to imagine the wolves and vampires running alongside you when you drive/walk through the trees. Really worth the visit.

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Thirsty? She craved… blood? It must be the vampire part in her that craved it. Edward mentioned it when I woke up. I was dumbfounded. How would we do that? She couldn't hunt yet, could she? Did that mean that we would have to take her on our hunts? That sounded so gruesome, especially when I was there. I hadn't managed to not make a mess of my meal.

"Thirsty?" I asked uncertain.

"Her vampire-half needs it. She can survive on human food, but to completely satisfy her, she needs blood as well," Edward explained while watching me carefully.

I must have missed something. Why was he watching me like that? Did he expect some kind of behavior? I wouldn't deny her a meal. I would catch it for her if it was necessary. Renesmee looked impatient. She must really be thirsty.

"She drinks human blood, love," Edward enlightened me.

I froze. No! She won't hunt humans. No, we were animal blood drinkers. Surely they didn't give her human blood, right? I couldn't comprehend it.

Edward saw the grimace on my face and cocked his head, trying to understand what I was thinking. Then his eyes went wide.

"We don't hunt humans for her. We have some donor blood left in the fridge from when you were pregnant."

Oh… Oooh. Now I understood. She drinks human donor blood.

"Wh… Why doesn't she drink animal blood?"

I thought it would be more evident if she drank what the rest of the family drank. Why did they allow her to drink human blood? Would it be for the long-term that she would drink human blood? The supply in the fridge had to run out sometime, right? Had they figured that out?

He interrupted my musings, "we tried to feed her animal blood, but she refused. I guess she developed the taste for human blood while she was still in your belly."

That made sense. It could be problematic in the future though. We had to find a way to wean her off the human blood and switch it to animal blood. Edward settled Renesmee on his left arm and supported her with his right hand. He shook his head towards the kitchen. I followed him.

He walked over to the fridge and grabbed the handle with his right hand, meanwhile making sure that Renesmee didn't lose her balance. He opened the door and casted a glance over his shoulder towards me. I took a step closer but stayed slightly behind him to his left.

Nothing happened. He waited a fraction of a second before grabbing a bag with red liquid and closing the door again. He twisted his body so Renesmee was furthest away from me. He kept his eyes on me the whole time. I smelled a faint scent of something. After inhaling more deeply, my throat started to tickle. It was manageable though.

Edward still seemed on edge as he made his way to the cabinet and grabbed a sipping mug. It was completely covered with cartoons, so you couldn't see if there was any fluid in it. He maneuvered and balanced Renesmee in such a way that he was able to use both hands to cut open the bag and pour it into the mug. Seeing the red liquid made the tickle in my throat more pronounced. I inhaled sharply, making Edward's head shot up. He watched me warily.

"You alright, love? If you need to leave the room, please do it now." There was a stern undertone in his voice.

I shook my head. "I'm fine, although my throat itches, it's not unbearable."

His eyes lingered for a while, searching my eyes. After a few milliseconds he continued what he was doing. Renesmee held her hand against his neck.

"We are going to warm it up, yes. That's more yummie, I know," he answered her silent question.

He took the sipping mug and walked over to the microwave. Renesmee followed his every move, as was I. He set the timer and turned around facing me. His face held a certain tightness. He seemed conflicted as he watched me.

"Edward, you are making me fidgety. What's wrong?" I asked.

He sighed, a mixture of emotions crossing his facial features.

"Blood from the fridge or any blood that's cold isn't appealing. But if you heat it up to body temperature…" he trailed off. His eyes were boring into mine, willing me to understand what he was saying.

Startled I realized what he meant. Blood, human blood, right in front of me! My breathing picked up. That wasn't a smart move as I inhaled more scents. The blood in the microwave was starting to warm up causing it to have a more potent smell. I gritted my teeth as the prickling in my throat got more intense. The burning sensation started to rise. With each passing second the smell got more potent. Venom started to collect in my mouth. I found myself almost salivating at the intoxicating smell.

"Bella! Bella!" Edward called with a stern voice. It was immense difficult to listen to him.

"Bella, focus!" He urged urgently.

When the timer of the microwave went off, the smell was so promising. Flashes of my first hunt showed in my head.

The thrill, the smell, the excitement of human blood, the hunt…

I started to feel like I was there again; the burning sensation in my throat asking to be soothed. I hadn't realized I had taken a step towards it when I felt two strong hands grabbed my upper arms, halting my movement.

I curled my upper lip, showing my teeth. Someone stood between me and the intoxicating blood.

"Bella! No!" The culprit said firm.

I wanted the blood! I wanted it, it smelled so promising. My mind flashed back to my first hunt and the moment when someone had collided into me, preventing me from getting to it. The only thing I knew was that someone stood between me and my food. I growled lowly, warning him to get out of my way.

The male didn't listen though. He kept his hold on my upper arms, even tightened his grip. I wriggled my arms, trying to get loose. He didn't budge.

"Bella, focus! It's me! Come back to me. Think of our daughter!" The male kept commanding me, but it didn't stick.

I was so focused on the microwave that I didn't notice at first that we were moving. I struggled to get out of his hold. I heard footsteps, indicating people were approaching from somewhere behind me. The male holding my arms was pushing me backwards. The footsteps came closer. It didn't help my building emotional outbreak. Suddenly two other hands landed on my shoulders. I felt the presence of another standing behind me. I bristled and inhaled. It was a male who had snuck up on me; but somewhere very, very deep inside my mind his scent was familiar.

A second pair of footsteps kept running and I saw a blond-haired female ran past us inside the house. I snarled at the two males restraining me. They held their grip though.

Suddenly I started to register everything around me: the outside air, the rain falling and hitting the leaves and windows, the movement inside the house. Then I felt a cool breeze hitting my head from behind. With the breeze came fresh air. The males didn't release their hold. The male in front of me forced me to inhale deeply and I did. Clean forest scents invaded my nose, subduing the smell of blood. My mind came back to the present, the haze from my first hunt leaving my body.

The male whispered something to the second one and then he ran inside. I stood in the doorway with the male behind me. He didn't ease his hold on my shoulders. He was completely silent and unmoving.

With ever millisecond passing, I began to fully realize what I did. Now I also recognized who the two people were who arrived: Emmett and Rosalie. Emmett kept silent, letting me work through my chaotic mind. His hold on my arms loosened a little.

When someone approached I looked up and saw Edward come towards us. He stepped very close in front of me and halted, placing his hands on both sides of my face. The breeze kept bringing more fresh air, making my head clearer. Almost instantly I understood what just happened. Immediately I felt awful. What had I done? Had I harmed him, like last time? And our daughter… Renesmee! Where was Renesmee? Was Rosalie with her? Did I hurt her? Oh no, did she witness that? Although it was physically impossible to hyperventilate for a vampire, I felt like I was hyperventilating. What had I done?!

"I'm so sorry, Edward," I whimpered.

I tried to locate our daughter and found her heartbeat coming from the living room. It was beating steadily and I couldn't detect any sign of distress. Rosalie's scent was very potent coming from that area as well. I guessed she kept Renesmee distracted.

"Renesmee! Please tell me I didn't hurt her?" I was frantic.

Edward peered deep into my eyes, forcing me to look into his eyes. He dipped his head slightly, like he wanted to be completely on my eyelevel. His hands were still tenderly cupping my cheeks.

"It's okay, love. You are back. You didn't harm us. I took Renesmee to the other room when I saw your eyes starting to glaze over. She's okay, just thirstier," he soothed me. His eyes however held a notion of wariness and concern.

At Edward's subtle nod, Emmett lifted his hands from my shoulder. He took a step to the right so he was in my line of sight and not behind me anymore. He stood still, like a guard ready to jump in when necessary but not intrusive.

I heard Rosalie talking to Renesmee. She was asking about the cartoons. Renesmee must have showed her that we watched some earlier.

"She still needs to drink, Bella. I think it would be best if you stayed here with Emmett. Just until I wash the sipping mug after she is done." Edward drew my attention.

I knew that he was right, I knew but I struggled to accept it. He saw the conflict in my eyes and pulled me to his chest briefly. Then he released me and nodded over my head to Emmett before going back inside.

I stood in the doorway unmoving, very aware of the person standing next to me. I was also very aware of what that person did earlier today in that field. My fingers twitched from frustration.

"You okay, Bella?" Emmett asked.

Suddenly I didn't want to be here anymore. I didn't want to stand next to him. Too much bottled up frustration directed at him made me almost leave my spot. I stayed unmoving though, ignoring his question and his presence as much as possible.

"Bella, about earlier today-"

"Don't!" I cut him off. I didn't want to hear it. He was pressing his luck as I felt the familiar feelings of anger and frustration building up.

He snapped his mouth shut and stayed silent. I tried focusing on the noises inside. I heard Renesmee gulping while fabric rustled. It sounded like someone was rubbing her back or something. It stirred different emotions deep inside me. It should have been me inside, instead of Rosalie. I should be the one rubbing my daughter's back while she drank. I should be able to take care of my own daughter!

My thoughts turned more violent and aggravated. Emmett took a small step closer. His message was loud and clear. I wouldn't be going inside the house. I tried thinking about something else; anything to dispel my train of thoughts.

I focused on the rain hitting the windows and the wooden porch. It was then that I noticed that I was quite covered from the rain. Emmett however stood in the full open air and was soaked. But he had been hunting so he would have been soaked already before he came here. Why did they came back so soon? They were the last ones to leave to go hunting. Yet they are here first. How close had they been the whole afternoon? I don't remember hearing them at all, so they had to be out of hearing distance, no? Had Edward picked up their thoughts? Did he know they were close?

My train of thoughts halted when I heard water running in the kitchen. Moments later Edward appeared with Rosalie at his side.

Rosalie nodded at me, but in a friendly comforting way and stepped next to Emmett outside in the pouring rain.

"We will leave you three alone. I think some of the others might be not too far away though. Don't mind the floor Edward, Someone will mop it tonight. Once everyone is back and has changed into dry clothes. Bye Bella," Rosalie said.

Edward chuckled and nodded, taking his place beside me. I just nodded and watched them run across the wet grass towards the trees.

He looked at me and for a moment our eyes locked. So many emotions were visible in his slightly darkened gold-colored eyes. We didn't speak but it felt like so many things were said with our eyes. Our moment was broken by Renesmee's accelerating heartbeat.

"She's wondering where we are." Edward murmured and pulled me with him towards the living room. When we entered the room she extended her arms, willing someone to pick her up. We both sat down on the couch. I was very hesitant to accept Renesmee when she tried to wriggle into my lap. Edward tried to reassure me with soft whispered words of comfort. When I looked into his eyes however I saw some concern and wariness displayed.

I swallowed, feeling like a huge heavy stone dropped in my stomach. I didn't like this feeling. I hated what I did, what I was capable of doing. I hated the chaos in my head.

Mommy?

Renesmee's voice sounded so uncertain and small. I looked down at her, gazing into her brown eyes. Her eyes held so many emotions; the dominant being insecurity. I put that there. She must have freaked out at my behavior. I could only guess what I must have looked like to her in the kitchen.

"I'm okay. I love you sweetie. Never forget that, okay. I'm not angry at you, never at you. I'm just struggling a bit. But I'll get there," I tried to say convincingly.

A hand tilted my head and I met Edward's eyes.

"You'll get there. I'll help you. We will always be here for you, Bella. Don't give up." His voice was so strong.

For now I allowed his soothing words to settle me. I had to calm down for our daughter. I couldn't frighten or hurt her. My temper and newborn mind weren't excuses for putting her at risk, not physical, neither emotionally. I had to learn to control myself around her.

"Come on, let's do something fun," Edward said as he stood up.

I looked at him questionably. He carefully grabbed my arm and urged me to stand up as well. I let him guide to where ever it was that wanted to go.

We walked towards the piano. He sat down on the bench, ghosting his fingers over the keys. I stood at the side of the piano wing, understanding what he wanted to do. I kissed our daughter softly on the top of her head as soft music notes filled the room.

He concentrated and frowned his eyebrows for a second and then relaxed, letting his finger fluently tap on the keys. The familiar tunes of Clair de Lune floated throughout the house. It was very soothing and I dared to hug Renesmee a little tighter. I looked down, making sure she was comfortable before looking at Edward.

He was no longer concentrating on his fingers but was watching us. His face was very serene. It seemed like the music was soothing for all of us.

"Sit with me," he whispered.

Slowly I made my way over as he scooted to the side. I monitored my movements while I tried to wriggle between the bench and the piano with our daughter in my arms. Edward never stopped playing during the process. He planted a kiss on the side of my head.

"We'll get through this," he whispered while he sought eye contact.

Renesmee was quiet. Huddling closer against my chest and laid her head sideways so she could watch Edward's fingers pressing the keys.

For the next thirty minutes we didn't speak or move from that bench. Edward kept playing classic songs and had just started my lullaby. During that time I had laid my head on his shoulder.

Our little bubble of serenity was burst when we heard people approaching the house. I heard four pair of footsteps, accompanied by familiar scents. It signaled the return of four people of the family. Immediately a million things coursed through my head. Everything that happened today came back to the front of my mind.

I recognized the scents of Esme, Carlisle, Alice and Jasper as they came nearer to the house. I heard them break through the tree line on the right side of the house. They walked at a human pace.

My calm mind was back on edge. I didn't know what to do. If I should stay in the living room, or go to our bedroom. I didn't know if I wanted to be around them. Were they trustworthy? What had they planned? Automatically I stood up with my back towards the wall. I held Renesmee close to me while making sure my back and sides were covered. I wanted to face them head on if it was necessary. No way, was I allowing anyone to sneak up on me. Edward stood next to me, laying a hand on my arm in silent comfort. He gazed into my eyes and nodded. I don't know what he tried to say.

I couldn't ask what he meant because they had arrived and opened the backdoor. They slowly made their way inside and I heard them move to the living room. I was edgy. I tried to remember that I held my daughter in my arms. Her warm little body snuggled up against my chest anchored me for now.

They were our family, I should feel safe with them. Yet, what they did today… I gritted my teeth at that train of thought.

Carlisle stood in the doorway with Esme by his side. Alice and Jasper were peering from behind them. Edward lips turned into a small line. It made me fidgety. Obviously they were communicating with him. It took everything inside me to not tense my muscles. Renesmee pressed her head a little firmer against my chest. It was almost as if she knew that I needed to know that she was there to keep my resolve. I swiftly pecked her head in appreciation. Then my attention was back on the four people standing in the doorway.

"I would appreciate it, if you spoke aloud. Bella has a right to hear what we are saying," Edward stated a little irritated.

"Of course, we are sorry," Carlisle replied.

No one spoke. It was silent. We had a standstill with neither side moving. After a few minutes two more pair of footsteps approached the house.

I diverted my attention between the four in front of me and the other two. I recognized them; Emmett and Rosalie were back. They entered the house via the front door and walked in the living room. They halted and observed the scene.

"Okay, this isn't going to help matters. We have to find a solution for this. Today was a complete fail obviously," Rosalie stated. She eyed everyone. Her eyes narrowed slightly when they rested briefly on Carlisle, Jasper and Alice.

I was on edge with the crowded room. I didn't feel safe. My eyes scanned everyone. I searched for every window and doorway, plotting my escape route. I hadn't forgotten what they did earlier. I cradled my daughter close to me, assuring myself that she was safe in my arms.

My body was tensed, ready to leap. The wary stances of the Cullens didn't help, neither did the heavy silence. Tension was high.

My mind was calculating my chances at escaping. With my daughter in my arms I had an sever disadvantage, but I wouldn't leave without her. Today proved that I couldn't leave her here. I seized all the vampires in the room. Rosalie and Emmett might be on my side this time, maybe they would help. Immediately I discarded that thought. They were family; would they choose me over the others? They had a much stronger bond with them than with us.

What would Rosalie do? She seemed supportive of me, but why? From the very vague memories I had of her, she was very stand offish with me when I was a human? Why the whole turn around? Renesmee! She loved my daughter. If I decided to escape with Renesmee, she wouldn't let us go so easily. If she didn't let me, Emmett would surely help her; he's her mate and husband. They stood together.

But Edward was my mate and husband and he was Renesmee's father. He would protect us, no? I looked at him. My eyes connected with him. For a moment everything around us became muted. I still felt my surroundings but I focused more on my husband, my love. The reflection in his eyes warmed my heart. His reassuring look, settled me somewhat.

I directed my gaze back towards the scene in front of me. All the feelings of earlier were still there, but now there also was a feeling of safety. It was that spark of safety that kept me rooted on the spot, preventing me from running.

The tense silence was interrupted by a throat being cleared. My eyes snapped towards the person who made the sound. My shoulders tensed more. Renesmee's shifting made me aware that I was getting too tense. I felt bad immediately and released my arms a little. She nestled herself against me and leaned her head in the crook of my throat. She didn't utter a sound and held her hands tucked against my chest. She must have picked up the tension in the room.

"Bella, I'm sorry for how things happened today," Carlisle spoke up.

I eyed him distrustful.

"We went about it all wrong. We just thought it would help to unwind if you could release your anger in a safer way, away from the house and your daughter."

At the mention of the house I growled a little. He seemed more concerned about his house than anything else. Instantly my temper grew sour. I didn't move a muscle, and although my attention was mostly on Carlisle, I kept everyone in my line of sight.

Jasper took a step forward, which caused a soft growl to rise from my throat. He stood still and impassive. His eyes however showed his tenseness. I gritted my teeth in warning. Edward subtle step closer to me didn't escape me. His eyes were trained on Jasper though.

"Bella, it was not supposed to turn out into what it did. I got caught up in all the emotions and for that I am sorry," Jasper stated matter of factly.

He spoke without emotion and that annoyed me. It irked that he treated me like a… Like a what? How did he treat me? What was I to him? He surely didn't like me. Which was fine by me as I didn't like him either. If it wasn't his behavior, it was for the scars that marred his face and arms. They screamed 'danger' to anyone who could see them.

The message that he was trying to send, however didn't register in my mind. His tone had put my defenses up. When I thought about his scars, his actions during the altercation played out in my head. The lethal look in his eyes, the ferociousness in his attacks, his teeth sinking in my neck-. My train of thoughts stopped there. My teeth clenched. I wanted to feel the bite mark, but I couldn't release Renesmee. I felt trapped.

A subtle wave of calmness tried to settle over me. This time I did growl at Jasper. He wanted to control me! I tilted my chin meeting his stare. Rationally I knew it wasn't wise to stare an opponent in the eyes, but my instincts wouldn't let me back down. I didn't want Jasper to have control over me. I didn't trust him, and he scared me. Today only confirmed my opinion.

"Jasper, enough. Don't try to control Bella," Carlisle spoke up.

The foreign source of calmness was instantly gone. My mindset however was not. What was Carlisle playing at? And Jasper… Several soft hisses left my lips. I felt myself getting more and more agitated. I wanted to get out of this room, away from everyone. Take our daughter and run.

Carlisle claimed my attention again when he addressed me. My mind however was so consumed that I didn't catch everything he said. My lapse of focus was a grave error that I couldn't affort.

"- about it the wrong way." I caught the end of his statement.

I didn't know what to do or say. I didn't trust them. Whatever I said, could trigger them. I felt my beast battling with my rational mind. My instincts wanted to take over. My mind and body were tired of the continuous state of wariness.

The warmth of my daughter's body seeping through my clothes soothed me somewhat. It was also a constant reminder of my distrust towards the others in the room.

Rosalie took over then by stepping further into the room. Emmett mimicked her movements. They stood between me, Edward and our daughter on one side and the other Cullens on their other side.

"We are getting nowhere like this. Stop going around in circles and speak," she demanded.

Carlisle seemed to snap out of his thoughts and stood tall. His composure was back. Involuntarily I took a step back.

"You are right. Bella, saying sorry obviously doesn't mean anything to you right now," I hissed at his insinuation, "which is completely understandable," he finished his new train of conversation.

Esme stepped closer to her husband and wrapped an arm around his waist. She looked pleadingly at me. I wanted to go to her. Somewhere inside of me a voice urged me to trust her. My troubled mind disagreed, making me hold my stance.

Edward kissed the top of my head quickly and put an arm around my arm, resting his hand on Renesmee's curls. She stayed silent throughout everything.

"There are some things that need to be addressed though." Carlisle's tone was serious and held an uncomfortable note to it. The way he said it and his expression set warnings off in my head. Next to me Edward tensed. That only proved my uneasy feeling.

"Bella, do you want to give Renesmee to me?" he asked me very carefully.

My eyes widened and I held her a little tighter to me. She squirmed at the jostling. I started to panic. What was happening? What did Edward want? What was about to happen? My mind screamed in protest, shouting at my body to move, to do something, to protect myself and my daughter.

My eyes snapped towards the others. I took in their faces and their stances. They all looked more tense then a few seconds ago. I clenched my teeth. I went as still as a statue, waiting…

"Bella, I don't want to take her from you, but you might not like what you hear. I don't want her to be in the middle of it," Edward tried to reason.

I didn't like the sound of that at all. What were they planning? I had to get out! I was getting restless and more on edge as the time ticked away. I looked pleadingly at Edward. Why wasn't he helping? I needed him! I felt scared.

Being scared was a weakness. I couldn't show them I was scared. My anxiety was quickly overpowered by anger and protectiveness. The anxiety and insecurity mixed and settled in my body. I think it was the fact that I was a vampire that allowed me to feel so many emotions at the same time and still remain standing. Yet, I didn't like the overwhelming cocktail of contradicting emotions. I wanted to fight and flee at the same time. I didn't know what to do.

My body was coiled, ready to do something. My beast rattled in the back of my mind, wanting to get out. A slight red haze started to cover my senses. I let out a low growl. My gaze focused on the other vampires in the room.

A whimper from the warm body against my chest snapped my attention away from them.

Mommy, I'm scared

The red haze disappeared almost immediately at my daughter's tiny sounding thoughts. I kept the room in my eyesight as I dipped my head and kissed the top of her head.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," I whispered in a pained voice.

I didn't want to hurt her. How could I forget she was in my arms? How… A touch on my arm disrupted my downwards spiral of thoughts. I met Edward's gaze.

"I'm sorry Bella, I didn't mean to upset you. There are some things however that need to be cleared up. I'm sorry to bring it up, but what happened today… What happened today has consequences," he said in a hushed tone.

His words brought back the events of the whole day. In fast forward they flashed through my mind. Every detail, every action, every spoken word… Everything. Along with that, came all the feelings and accompanying thoughts. My mind went frantic. My eyes searched out the Cullens who were at that clearing. I observed their posture and faces. They didn't seem threatening now, besides Jasper. Still, I was wary.

"I don't want to upset you Bella, but our 'disagreement' caused quite some damage to the surrounding area."

Rosalie snorted at Carlisle's choice of words.

At his words I replayed the events again but now I focused on the ground and the trees. It did look bad. Very bad. No animal could cause that much damage.

"The wolves weren't too thrilled when they arrived at the scene."

I growled at the mention of the wolves. My eyes snapped to Carlisle and my upper lip pulled up.

"Carlisle, enough. Don't bring up the wolves, not now. I know it is an important matter. Right now however I think we are done," Edward cut in, halting the conversation.

"It's too much."

"I'm so sorry, Bella," Alice piped up in a small voice from behind Jasper.

I leveled her with a glare. My mind couldn't handle this. Now they had to bring up those wolves? My nose crinkled in disgust as I remembered their stench.

A tense silence settled upon the room as for a few milliseconds no one said anything. My head was going a mile a minute, replaying everything, still focusing on every vampire in the room, listening for those wolves. Where were they? Where they nearby? My muscles tensed again.

"Perhaps this is the time to give Bella her present, well more like a present for both of you," Rosalie broke the silence.

She looked at Edward who most likely was reading her thoughts. He nodded and a small smile played on his lips.

Immediately the atmosphere in the house lifted a little.

"Is it finished?" Esme asked with tenderness and excitement in her voice.

"Yes, it is, Emmett and I went to complete the final touches before we came back tonight," Rosalie stated.

Emmett draped an arm over her shoulder. His posture lost some of its stiffness and he seemed to become more himself again.

"Have fun tonight, Bella." He winked at me. Rosalie immediately gave him a slight push and stern look.

He held his hands up in surrender but kept a grin on his face and his eyes held the same mischievous twinkle.

Although the tension hadn't left the room completely; or my body for that matter, I was curious and looked questionably at everyone.

"It is a present from our family to us, love." Edward looked into my eyes. My lips thinned and I cocked my head; what did he mean? What did they do? I wanted to know why everyone was so secretive.

"We have to go outside for it, so we might tuck Renesmee into something more suitable for outdoors," he continued.

At that point Esme stepped up to us tentatively. She watched me carefully as she outstretched her hands and offered me Renesmee's jacket. Very hesitantly I nodded and she came closer. Edward took the jacket and gave our daughter a slight nudge; she had drifted off to sleep. I held her a little away from my body. I monitored all my strength. I didn't want her to slip from my grasp and fall, but I also didn't want to hold her too firmly.

Edward managed to put on her jacket and some gloves and a woolen hat that Alice brought. She had slipped out of the room and came back with the two items and walked very slowly towards us, smiling tentatively when she gave them to Edward.

Esme and Rosalie both pecked their husbands on their cheek before passing us to the backdoor. I was very wary of turning my back towards the others to follow them. Edward shielded me and nudged me towards the backdoor as well, keeping an arm around my back.

Esme and Rosalie stepped out into the darkened yard. Edward checked a last time that our daughter was warm and comfortable in her outdoors clothing. We were facing the doorway sideways. I didn't want any one being able to move without me seeing it.

None of the remaining Cullens moved when I glanced back at them.

"Come, love. Let's go. I want to show you something."

With that, he casted one look over his shoulder before ushering me outside into the darkness of the night.

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Renesmee's thirst for human blood is another difficulty for newborn Bella… She's having a tough time. Hopefully the rest of the night goes more smoothly…

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