Phase Seventeen – The Truth
I could hear the steady heart beat that only belonged to my daughter, Renesmee. She was content, I know that no matter how many times I have to thank Jake for this, he would brush it off like it was nothing. The boy had imprinted on my daughter, and we were best friends, and for him to actually marry my daughter some day and call me his mother, that would be very, very weird. Even if I didn't want to see that happening, it was still inevitable. Everything was inevitable when it involved love, so it would seem.
She entered the house, lit up the whole area with that childish and happiest smile of hers. I smiled as I stood up from the floor, literally carrying Alice since she had wrapped her whole body around mine. Renesmee turned then, and looked at us then laughed as if she had just seen a comedy show. Well, in her eyes, it would be at least. Alice soon joined her, and I rolled my eyes at them.
"Renesmee, your daddy is back." I told her. I watched as her eyes widened and her lips curled up into the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. Then, just like Alice when she was excited, she started to bounce up and down on her spot.
"Where is he? Where is he?" She chanted the question over and over. And I could see that if I didn't tell her soon, she wouldn't stop repeating the question.
"Out the back, wrestling with Uncle Emmett." I answered, and immediately I saw her made a run for it. I sighed and just let her go. Alice, who was starting to untangle herself from me, looked up at me with concern eyes. I sighed before leaning down to kiss her forehead softly.
"I'll tell her soon, don't worry." And by soon, I just didn't know how soon that would be. I let out a soft sigh before I entwined my fingers with Alice's, pulling her towards the back where I could now hear Renesmee's giggle. Emmett was a good uncle, but there were times that he needed to be like a grow up. He acted so much like a child sometimes.
We got there just when Renesmee was bouncing off Emmett's back, and towards Edward's back. Alice giggled at the sight, and cheered Renesmee on as both of the men were trying to catch the little girl. The sight before me was rather idiotic, but comical nonetheless. I found myself soon to join in with Alice's giggle, though I didn't cheer for Renesmee. Then Edward caught her in his arms, and spun her around as Renesmee giggled once again. Then he stopped and placed her down, but she had had her arms wrapped around him with her face buried below his chest, yes, she had grown quite a lot.
"Daddy, I've missed you so much." If I could cry then, I would but there was no tears to come out, only the unshed tears that were settling in my eyes.
"I've missed you too, Sweetheart." There was pain in Edward's voice, and guilt. I couldn't blame him for feeling these emotions.
"Mommy missed you as well."
I bit my lip at that. Sure, I had missed him, but not as much as I was supposed to. I heard he sighed then bent down to kiss her head.
"I know, I've missed her as well." There was more pain in his voice, and he wasn't feeling guilty anymore, I could hear another emotion in his tone; sorrow. I didn't want to be here, not right now, when I was causing him pain. I quickly turned, before Renesmee stopped me with her voice.
"Mommy, why aren't you coming to give Daddy a hug?"
She was so innocent, and this had got to end, this lie had got to end. I turned back to look at her, that pain was clearly showing in my eyes. I didn't want to lie, yet I didn't know how to word this out either. I looked over to Edward, he seemed to be in the same position as me. I looked over at Emmett, he looked like he didn't want to be here. As if on cue, Rosalie appeared beside him and decided to stay out of entertainment no less. I sighed once again, and felt Alice's hand squeezing mine gently. That gave me courage, though I wasn't sure if it was enough.
"Renesmee…There's something I have to tell you." I started slowly, and when I turned to look at her, she was confused. I took in the unnecessary breath, and carried on. "Your daddy and I are no longer together."
She looked at me oddly, like I was just making an awful joke. I wasn't unfortunately for her. I couldn't joke at something like this. Then it finally sunk in, slowly, as her eyes widened second by second, until I thought her eyes couldn't have widened that far. Her mouth was opening and closing, and judging by Edward's expression, Renesmee was either scowl her, or be happy for her. I didn't want to turn to look at Alice, since her expression would tell a lot. I wanted Renesmee to tell me first.
"Are you with Aunty Alice?" Renesmee asked, and I was stunned by it. How did she know? That was the first question that popped into my head. I wanted to ask her that, but decided against it.
"Yes, I am. I hope that…you are alright with it." I didn't know what I would do if she wasn't alright with it. I knew I won't run away from her. I also knew that I couldn't be living a lie with Edward, knowing that I was hurting him more and more.
"I'm alright with it. That means I get to have a stylish mother !" She grinned. Edward chuckled and let go of her, before she ran into Alice's arms and hugged the pixie tight. I blinked, several times, registering what had just happened, before I felt a small pout coming on.
"So, I'm not a stylish mother?" The answer to the question was obvious, but I was going along with what she said. Renesmee turned to me and giggled, then she pulled away from Alice and went to draped her arms tightly around me.
"No, Mommy. You're the best mother that I've had, and ever wished for."
I felt like crying then, and it hurt. I've experience this pain before, not being able to cry like you needed to. It hurt, but this was a good pain. I hugged her tightly, though not too tight since I didn't want to physically hurt her. There was no word to be exchange, since I didn't know what to say to such a sweetest thing that I've just heard. I just let Renesmee's scent washed over me. She had accepted mine and Alice's relationship. This could be the start of our new life. The start of Alice actually being a mother to her.
