Chapter 2: Thunderstorm

Renesmee: Age 4

Edward's POV

I can't believe that it's been four years since I found my little Renesmee in those woods. She has brought a lot of happiness into my life, and I would do anything for her. I just wish Bella were here, if Bella were here than everything would be perfect. I still felt a stab of pain every time I thought about her.

My family was very happy that I had found something to make me happy again. My daughter was something special. We lived on our own, but everyone made sure to visit often; Especially Rosalie.

Hunting was the only difficult task I had. It was hard because I had to leave her alone. I always went at night when she was sleeping, and I never went more than a few feet away from the house. Her safety was my top priority.

Right now we were living in New York. We were in the middle of a huge thunderstorm at night right now. I was reading a book when a particularly loud one echoed throughout the house.

I heard the heartbreaking sound of my daughter screaming "Daddy!" before she ran into my room. Tears were rolling out of her eyes staining her beautiful face.

"Daddy!" she screamed again and I ran to her and quickly scooped her into my arms. "It's okay angel. You're safe" I said. "I don't like thunder. It's loud and scary" she said. "How about we get you cleaned up first. Then how about I give you some cookies and milk and I play your lullaby for you. Will that make you feel better?" I asked. "Yes. Could we watch Lion King afterwards?" she asked still looking shaken up. "Of course we can" I said as I kissed her little forehead.

She had gotten so scared that she managed to soak the pull up she was wearing as well as her pajamas. She was potty trained by the time she was three and a half, thank goodness for that. She used to pee on me all the time when I changed her diaper, and the little devil would giggle and smile widly when she was doing it. Now, she only had occasional accidents at night. Except tonight, she must have been terrified.

Once I had her cleaned and changed, I took her into the kitchen and gave her some of the chocolate chip cookies I had made just for her and a glass of chocolate milk. "Thank you daddy" she said and smiled her crooked smile. If i didn't know any better I would say that she was my biological daughter because she has a lot of traits similar to mine and Bella's as well. "Your welcome sweetie" I said.

I played her lullaby for her. A lullaby that she inspired. It seemed to relax her even more.

"I'm ready for the movie Daddy" she said. "Okay Nessie" I said. Nessie was the nickname I had given her. "I just need my stuffed Simba first" she said as she ran into her room. "No running Nessie" I said fearful that she would fall and hurt herself. "Okay Daddy" she said.

She came back a few minutes later with her stuffed toy and we snuggled together on my bed.

As the movie started playing I started worrying about the day when I would have to tell her what I am. I know that day will come when she will notice that I'm different. She will notice my lack of aging. Will she be scared of me? I had to be careful everyday that I wouldn't scare her.

At the end of the movie she let out a big yawn, curled up right into my body and fell asleep peacefully completely oblivious to the thunder. Somehow I knew everything would be okay.

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