Everyday Moments Of Perfection

A/N: Thank you very much to all who reviewed last chapter. Gosh, I didn't realise there were already a lot of 'Jasper after the party in New Moon' oneshots, but I'm glad you all liked my version anyway. Right, this one. Even though I loathe and despise Renesmee… (I just don't like her at ALL), I really wanna write Uncle Jazz and Auntie Ali. So there we go. :)

Oh, and I did the proper calculations of what Nessie's age would be ... on an actual calculator. :P ... It ended up being 4.8... so I rounded up to 5. Lol.

Also, just a side note; a little AxJ oneshot I love but has next to no reviews; http:// www. fanfiction . net /s/4915481/1/Bailamos

Check it out, it is so cute. :)

"UNCLE JAZZY!"

Renesmee's loud, insistent yells rang throughout the Cullen house. She was currently in her second year of life, meaning that her physical and emotional development was about that of a five-year-old.

She was the most spoiled five-year-old in existence. Her family absoluely doted on her. Having not expected a biological addition to their family, Renesmee was regarded as a complete miracle. Rosalie especially looked upon Nessie as she would on her own daughter, giving her anything and everything she wanted. Alice viewed Renesmee as the willing Barbie-doll that Bella had never been. By complete contrast, Nessie absolutely loved the frequent makeovers her aunts gave her, giggling and clapping her hands as they played about with her perfect bronze curls. She was a perfect amalgamation of Edward and Bella. She still retained Bella's human warmth and sense of fragility, as well as her soulful chocolate eyes, but her father had given her his precise shade of bronze hair in Bella's ringlets, along with perfect porcelain skin and soft features.

Those soft features were currently turned down in a frown.

Her brown eyes were welling up with frustrated tears. Unlike her family, Renesmee could cry, sleep and eat human food, and did all three often.

Bella came dashing into the room, leaning down to her daughter, her golden eyes worried. "What is it, Renesmee, honey?" Bella had kept her promise never to call her child Nessie, and still rolled her eyes whenever she heard it -- usually on Jacob's lips.

"Want. Jazzy." Renesmee pouted, crossing her arms firmly.

Bella raised an eyebrow. "Uncle Jasper isn't here right now. He and Auntie Alice have gone off to eat." They tried not to say 'hunt' around Renesmee.

Renesmee's pout grew bigger and her eyes grew wide and puppyish. "But... but... when will they be baaaaaack?" she whined, bouncing on the spot.

Bella's eyes grew soft and she looked wryly amused. "Soon, baby."

Renesmee looked at her mother. "Promise?" she asked quietly.

"Promise," confirmed Bella, pulling her daughter into a hug.

~oOo~

Alice ran through the woods, having just snared a gazelle. A vision flashed into her mind, though it was slightly blurry, as it had something to do with Renesmee. Alice loved her niece, but ever since she had been born, Alice had been frustrated. She could hardly see anything anymore. The others had taken to carrying Renesmee around with them whenever they wanted to do something that they didn't want Alice to see. As had been the case with all of Alice's Christmas presents last year. Alice had gritted her teeth in annoyance when Edward had deliberately glanced at her and then leaned down to Renesmee, asking in a honey-coated voice, "Would you like to come Christmas shopping with Daddy, Nessie?"

Alice had growled lowly.

But it didn't matter. Alice would gladly sacrifice her visions for her darling niece. She was truly a miracle... a real biological child between two vampires. Well, a human and a vampire, but the technicalities were irrelavant.

The vision was slightly faded in the small, blurry space where Alice filled in Renesmee. She saw Bella leaning down to her and heard Nessie keening for...

Alice chuckled. Uncle Jazzy.

Alice called out to her husband, who was by her side in an instant. His deep, bass chuckle filled the area as Alice told him of her vision.

He took her hand, flashed her a smile, and they began to run; the world moving out of the way for them.

~oOo~

Two minutes later, the door to the Cullen house opened. As soon as Jasper entered, he was assaulted by a little, bronze-haired creature who giggled manically at his entrance. He jolted in surprise as the tiny child climbed over his shoulder and sat on his back, her arms wrapped around the top of his head and her head nestled comfortably in his honey-blond hair. Jasper was influenced by her sheer childish excitement and a wide grin appeared on his face.

"Hello to you to, Renesmee," Jasper chuckled. He deliberately used her full name since Bella was watching from the sofa with a smile on her face, and he could tell -- firsthand -- that she felt a tiny flicker of annoyance whenever the nickname 'Ness' or 'Nessie' was used. Sometimes she didn't even realise that she felt it, it was just an unconscious reaction.

"Hey, Uncle Jazzy!" Renesmee murmured, her voice muffled as her face was still buried in his hair. "Your hair smells nice..." she mumbled quietly, and Jasper laughed quietly, his laughs joined by Alice's tinkling chimes as she too heard her niece's mutterings.

"It does, doesn't it?" Alice said, kissing Jasper's cheek. Renesmee huffed, and clambered over to place her own, sloppy kiss on Jasper's other cheek. "My Jazzy," she said possessively.

Alice laughed as Bella rolled her eyes and smiled apologetically from the sofa.

Jasper looked a little embarrassed as Alice's eyes gleamed with amusement and she said, in a tone of mock-apology, "Oh, of course, Nessie. I'll just go upstairs now and give Rosalie another makeover, I might do Barbie this time..."

Alice turned to walk up the stairs, but Nessie instantly leapt from Jasper's shoulders to Alice's and said, "Take me! Please." Her eyes grew wide.

"Well... I don't know..." said Alice, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. Jasper and Bella both stifled laughs.

"Please Auntie Ali! I'll trade you!" Renesmee cried, apparently having a stroke of inspiration. "I'll give you Jazzy."

Jasper pretended to look affronted. "Oh, that's all I'm worth, is it now?" Though he couldn't stop a smile cracking through, and Renesmee knew he was joking.

"Sorry, Uncle Jazzy. You belong to Auntie Ali now," Renesmee said, her tone firm but still happy.

"Oh, well, then..." Jasper said as he took Alice's hand in his. "That's okay." He matched her softening golden gaze as he felt the familiar tendril of love pass between them.

Renesmee clapped her hands. "Yay! Now... makeover! I did trade you for Jazzy..."

"That you did," Alice conceded. "But Auntie Rose isn't back yet."

Renesmee looked sad. Then her eyes lit up and she placed a small, ivory hand on Alice's cheek.

Alice watched as Renesmee 'hinted' that she wanted to go for ice cream.

Alice rose an eyebrow. "Hmm... you'd better ask your Mama if that's okay."

Renesmee turned her puppy eyes onto Bella, who guessed all too well what was going on. "Okay..." she said, "But get back before Daddy does, Renesmee."

Nessie nodded, and looked at Jazzy. "Uncle Jazz is coming too."

Jasper looked at Alice, his eyes sparkling. "Well, I'm afraid that's Auntie Ali's decision. You did trade me, after all. I'm her slave now."

Renesmee tapped Alice, the question clear on her face.

"Don't worry, Nessie," Alice said, pulling Jasper by the belt towards her and hooking her arm through his as together, with Renesmee on her shoulders, they made their way out of the door. "I wouldn't have him anywhere else."

Bella heard Renesmee's tinkling laugh from inside the house, and smiled contentedly. Auntie Ali and Uncle Jazzy. Never would have believed that five years ago.

Outside, Alice and Jasper were thinking the exact same thing. But now that they were, they wouldn't give it up for the world.

A/N: Aw, I love Auntie Ali and Uncle Jazzy! ... :) And Renesmee in this, but maybe that's just because I wrote her and tried not to make her a horrible plot-device. ... ;)

Much love, Raven. x