Apologies from the procrastinating author! FML! You guys, I had the longest chapter ever and what happens to my chapter of 3,000 something words? They don't get saved and my computer turned off! Wtf? Ughh!

Here is a roughly 800 word chapter? /: I feel so depressed now.

Daddy Edward P.O.V.

"WAAAAHHHH!" Elizabeth wailed, clawing away from Emmett.

Little Andrea really wanted to rip Emmett's head off, "JUST PUT HER DOWN, YOU IMBECILE! JEEZE! A LITTLE OBVIOUS THAT SHE DOESN'T LIKE YOU!" she screamed and hauled Lizzy out of Emmett's arms. Andrea walked out with Lizzy tucked in her tiny arms.

Emmett looked heartbroken, I couldn't help but to laugh. "Shut up, Edward! At least she likes you even less," he boomed and started laughing himself.

I growled. A small hand caressed my cheek, "Em, darling?" Bella's voice rang.

"Yeah?"

"Say one more thing and I promise I'll have a nice chat with Rosalie about that cashmere sweater she bought you. What happened, I always seem to forget? Oh-yes! You purposely let the grizzly tear at it," she hissed, sweetly.

He visibly gulped, "Ah-aha, that isn't really needed, Bells. I'll just go. . . Bother Jasper," he murmured and trudged out of the nursery.

"Momma, Daddy!" Renesmee whimpered and ran inside, covering her nose.

"What is it, hon," I asked, kneeling down in front of her.

Oh man, she thought, "Edward Jacob punched me in the face!" She let her hand fall off of her nose and there it was, blood.

Immediately, Bella knelt down and wiped it off, "Edward Jacob Cullen!" she called, in a hard voice.

He hesitantly walked inside, "Yeah, Mom? Oh-Hey, Dad! What's up?" He glanced at Renesmee and then burst out laughing, "I can't believe you told them!"

"This is not a laughing matter, son. Why did you hit Renesmee?" I asked, looking him in the eyes.

Can't believe they. . . it, "I didn't hit Nessie. You two are the the second couple that fell for it! Emmett and Rose thought Nessie hit me and now you guys think I hit her," her wheezed, still laughing.

Bella's beautiful face furrowed up, "What do you mean?"

"It's. . ." I groaned and then laughing, myself, "Ketchup. Who taught you that trick? High fives, both of you!" They hit their palms ont my hands and laughed.

"I don't get it!" Bella giggled.

For the next ten minutes, we proceeded to explain the joke to her.

Elizabeth P.O.V.

"Tadadadadaaaaa," the blonde men kept cooing at me.

The older looking one pushed the younger one aside, "Jasper, it's like this! Doodaa, doodaa, doodaa!"

"Not even, Carlisle! Like this! Tadada-da-daaaaaaa!"

I couldn't help it and called them out, "You are both idiots, it really does not matter! I have a brain, you know! My God, someone, please! Save me! I'm about to die from and aneurysm die to the severity of the idiocy I am experiencing right now! HELP!"

Carlisle looked smugly at Jasper, "I told you! She likes mine better!"

Huffing, I rolled over and began crawling away. They didn't notice and kept fighting over who could make the most ridiculous sound. Thiese past four days have been filled with all of these strangely pale people, the only one's keeping me sane are the tanned boys and the younger male child along with Andrea. Their bickering is most of my entertainment.

"Leave me alone! Stop following me!" Andrea screeched to the boy, who had just returned from downstairs.

"Who said I'm following you! Self-absorbed girl!" he yelled right back.

Oh, my favorite show. I propped myself on the floor, in between the big pale man and the blonde girl. They didn't seem to mind and in fact, cheered on the bickering.

"Your a stalker-boy! You know, I should tell Max about you! He'll beat you up!" Andrea screamed, as she fixed her shirt. Her cheeks were turning really pink.

The boy looked rather smug, "Whatever you say, I'm sure I can beat him up, too!"

Andy screamed in frustration, as the oldest looking woman came rushing inside the lounge. "What's wrong, darlings?" she wondered, seeming genuinely concerned.

The boy pointed at Andrea and in turn, Andrea pointed at him. "Ask her"

"Ask him!" Andrea huffed and sat down next to the blonde girl. "Boys, I swear. Max is nothing like that kid!" Andrea complained.

I nodded. It's true. Max is more gentle than these people. He is always following Andrea and I around, asking if he can play with us. When we say no, he leaves and says he'll ask later. He's nicer than these people. I just know Max is going to marry Andrea, though.

She likes him, a lot. He likes her back, too. Too bad he's in New Zealand, until we get back to our home, with our parents.

My eyes closed and I felt so tired.

I just want my mom.

Moral of the story; ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS SAVE YOUR CHAPTER PROGRESS EVERY TEN MINUTES -.-

Sorry for the delay, but that made me just not want to rewrite everything:/ I'll update as soon as possible.