"Come along now" I said cheerfully, towing her to the Volvo.

I really liked it whenever it's me taking her to school. It makes me feel so … mom like. I know it is even a shocker for me! Me? A mother? Well it has obviously been a year now. So you might as well just adapt it. And besides having Renesmee for a daughter sure is something so …… adorable.

"Mommy?" curiosity obvious in her voice.

"hmm…?"

"Do you love Daddy?" she asked.

Why was she asking this? What triggered this inquiry?

"You have no idea!" I answered. She suddenly frowned. She was calculating. Before I got a chance to ask where this is going, she suddenly touched my cheek. She showed me Jacob's face.

"Do you love him too momma?"

"Of course I do… why'd you asked?" I asked touching her cheek. Then I brushed her cute and springy curls.

"2 boy s at the same time?" she asked frowning, her lip out.

I chuckled

"Aww… my little daughter is really growing up huh?" I teased

She glared at me. " Would you explain that to me please?... I really want to understand" her chocolate brown eyes pleading.

"I love your dad and I love your future…uhhh….watever he will be for you. Jacob's my best friend he has always been. He's always there for me. And you dad… your dad…" My eyelashes battering and my lips twisted in a gleaming smile.

"Okay mum… I guess that explains that" she said with a giggle. Then suddenly a horrid follow-up question slipped out "But you chose papa over Jacob…. Why?"

Woah! What is this an explain-you-decision question and answer portion?... what the hell?

Then goodness for the glorious disruption I thought of. Not creative though. I tried to trick her and act like my Edward was calling. Can she be fooled? "Edward?" I answered.

I noticed at the corner of my eye, Renesmee suppressed a loud sigh and rolled her eyes. She gazed thoughtfully out the window.

"Uh-huh…. Uh-huh…. Oh okay! Now that was a relief!"

Saying these words with a little acting was not that bad. But actually having a daughter with a very intelligent father sure is something you cannot fool. Damn Edward and his talents.

"Okay….bye… I love you too" oh damn I suck at this! I looked at her. You need some acting lessons Bella! I thought to myself.

I awkwardly shut the phone tight and placed it on the headboard.

I carefully peeked at the corner of my eye at Renesmee's unfooled expression.

The she finally spoke.

"Momma…. Acting I guess…. Is not one of your carefully picked courses… right?" she questioned me with this, with perfect sarcasm and placed another too perfect poker face.

It was sooooooooooooo Edward… I thought to myself.

"Not really I suck at… pretending." I said this coyly at her. Trying to play along even though I know I'll lose. I always do.

"You didn't have to do that mom… I don't mind you saying 'no comment' instead of pressuring yourself to follow a certain script inside you poorly-rated actress mind" she realized immediately that she has offended her 'poorly-rated actress of a mother's feelings'

"Oops… too much?" she sighed then an apologetic emotion spread across her flushed pink face. She was sorry and at the same time blushing. Awww….. so adorable.

I deliberately touched her flushed cheeks and started stroking it.

I suddenly had a swift flashback of the set of cold hands stroking my flushed-scarlet cheekbones with the lightest touches of fingertips.

"It's okay hone….. it was ….. a little bit too much sarcastic…. Joke and I took it too personally. It's okay. I really need and expert on acting."

I leered at her.

She rolled her eyes, suddenly amused.

"I'm sorry…. I guess i…."

She didn't finish her sentence.

"What is it you can tell me…… don't try to spare my feelings." I encouraged, lifting her chin up.

"Well I really wanted to acquire such facts over you history with papa…. With Jacob… with funny grandpa Charlie…" she trailed of counting them with hr little plump and cute set of fingers.

"Do you really want to know?" I made sure. Hoping she would change her mind.

"Yes I do… but if you'd rather not…… I understand" she explained I can see a hidden pleading and dazzling in the way her little angelic face is proportioned right now.

She waited endeavoring a cute undeniably irresistible pout.

"Okay okay! Enough with the pouting" I said touching her bottom lip lightly. " You know I can't resist that mesmerizing pout of yours" I joked

She suppressed a giggle in response.

I pursed my lips and dramatically rubbed my finger on my chin like a notorious man panning a conspiracy. "Let me think" I said mockingly.

She shook her little head and rolled her eyes with a huge grin on her face.

She tapped her little fingers dramatically on the head board and spoke with a mocking edge on her voice. "I'm waiting" she grinned and a restrained laugh burst out her pink lips.

I couldn't hold it back anymore, so our musical laughter joined in with each other.

"Okay okay….. here it goes!" I stuttered trying to say through my giggles.

She raised her eyebrows and gestured her hand for me to go on.

Why was she so eager about this? If she wasn't to know her mother's history… then why no just know if I suck at calculus or English or… even at mother lessons?

Why this?