Chapter 15

Bella's POV

No, no, no. I took Renesmee's hand and put her behind me as she hid her face in my leg holding her lion close. Why did he have to be here?

"Don't," she whispered.

Please don't look at me, please don't look at me.

"Don't cause a scene, please," she begged.

I didn't know what was going on and I'm too scared to even move.

"Let the people out, please, she has a child," she pleaded.

He didn't stare at me at all before he moved towards his cousin and I took Renesmee and the bag I had at left the elevator, too scared to do anything else. Something grabbed my arm before I left and I looked into some even angrier eyes.

"We'll talk fucking later," he hissed.

Letting go of my arm he left, and I knew I would have to tell him about Renesmee later. There was no more hiding it. He had seen me and he had seen her, he knew. The hair colors, anything that has to do with him, he figured out. He probably got a quick glance at my daughter but he knew, didn't he?

Later that night, I talked to her; I had to talk to her.

"Momma, who was that man?" she asked sitting on the bed and dangling her feet.

She reminds me so much of Edward.

"That was a man from Momma's past," I said.

"Why did he hurt you?" she asked.

"He didn't hurt me baby, he was just telling me we need to talk later," I said.

How could I tell her this without telling her it was her father?

"Why?" she asked.

I sighed, she likes to question things.

"Because… well, Momma has to talk about really private things with him," I said.

"Why?" she asked.

"Renesmee, he might be mad, like really mad when he meets you, but I don't want you to scream if he yells," I said.

"Why would he yell Momma?" she asked.

"He'll be mad at Momma," I said.

She pouted.

"Why's he mad at you Momma?" she asked.

God… how can I tell her this without spilling it?

"Momma kept something from him that's all, he just doesn't like it," I said.

"Oh," she said.

I love my daughter but she does get annoying with all of her questions. I know, I know I'm a bad mother right? Wrong, I would never do anything to harm my daughter and if I even thought of it I would rather kill myself than do something bad to harm her and her little life. She didn't have a life yet, she doesn't even know her father yet, she hasn't been to school, she hasn't done anything and it scares me, that if she dies I die.

Forgetting her questions, she yawned. She hadn't got her nap because of the elevator problems. (Edward and Alice) and we had been driving a lot. Looking at the clock I saw it was around 7:30 and she should go to sleep.

"I think someone needs to go to sleep," I said smiling.

"No momma, I fine," she said.

She yawned after saying that and I giggled.

"I think your body says different little snuggles. Why don't we get some PJ's on your little body and get you into bed?" I said.

"But momma," she whined.

"No buts snuggles, time for you to go to sleep," I smiled.

She smiled slightly and I walked over to the bag and pulled out some of her PJ's and a brush. I picked her up off the bed and took her into the bathroom and started to strip her, making her use the potty before bed. I slipped her footies on, and set her on the counter before brushing through her curls. She loved when people brushed through her hair and I loved doing it for her.

"You all ready now?" I asked.

She nodded her head and I picked her up in my arms and carried her sleepy body to the bed. I set her down on the bed and once her head hit the pillow she was asleep. Sitting on the other side of the bed, I watched her sleep. It would be anytime he would show up and he would yell and yell at me for keeping her away from him. Was I ready to tell him the truth? Was I ready for anything at all to tell him? God no.

The knock on the door told me it was time, it was time to tell him.