Chapter 23

(Rosalie's Pov.)

(A/N The italics are flashbacks.)

As Renesmee drifts off to sleep, my heart wrenches as I hear her saying goodnight to her parents. Her idiotic, selfish parents. Sure they were my siblings, but this was beyond wrong. Leaving your daughter in so much pain? I know all this was not how any of us usually acted, the jumping on the bed and crying with Leah-I mean the female mutt.

Jacob's words pull me from my thoughts as I frown at him. "Your parents aren't here, Nessie." I growl a soft, warning growl and Emmet places his hands on my shoulders softly to keep me from yelling at him. She knows, no need to rub it in. Nessie's next words cut off my angry words. "Yes they are! Emmet and Rose are my parents now!" She insists in a sleepy voice.

I smile down at my niece, my daughter now. My eyes fill up with what would be tears if I was human, but instead it's venom. I had always wanted a child, and now I had one. As much as she claimed me as her mother, I now claimed her as my daughter.

I remember the first time Bella and I fought over her. It about a week after the Volturi left and Renesmee looked about four, maybe.

Bella and I were sitting on the couch, Renesmee lying on the floor watching television. All of a sudden the T.V shuts off and we all look up, startled.

Renesmee starts to ball and I am the first to reach her side. I scoop her up into my arms and begin cooing to her. Her crying turns to sniffles and she smiles slightly at me. I rock her back and forth while sitting on my knees.

She is suddenly ripped from my arms in a flash and I jump to my feet. I shift into a hunting position, snarling towards my attacker. When I see Bella hissing right back at me, I drop my stance and start to apologize. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry I snarled at y-"

"Snarled at me! Why are you apologizing for that! She's my daughter! Not yours! You jealous freak!" She whispers in a horribly rude voice. "Mine…" She adds for emphasis. I raise my hands in surrender, shocked at her reaction.

I hadn't meant to hurt her, or try to take her child away, but I knew more about how to be a mother than her. For the first little while of her new life, Bella was always with Edward. She always chose him over her own daughter. And now she wasn't strong enough to tell Edward that she didn't agree with him.

I was terribly angry at my new sister for the choices she made. If she ever comes back, I know that things won't ever be the same.

It was two days after Ness announced that Emmet and I were her parents now, and she seemed to really be hanging onto that. She started calling us 'Mom' and 'Dad' a couple times. She was really taking this seriously. She hadn't left our side since that day. She was now back to sleeping in Emmet's arms, or mine. We would sit on the couch or our bed and rock her to sleep.

As she slept, I was always tempted to put her hand on my face, but I never did. To me, that would be invading her personal thoughts. It had always bothered me how Bella did that. I guess I sort of understand, but I would never do that to her.

As I sit on the bed with her two mornings after the day when she called us her parents, I stroke the hair back from her forehead and sing her wake up song lightly in her ear. She wakes with a smile on her face, something she hasn't done since Bella and Edward left. Emmet comes out of our closet where he was getting changed and peeks over my shoulder at her.

He reaches around me to rub the side of her face lightly. I never really thought that Emmet would make this good of a father. He is everything I could think a little girl would want in a Daddy.

Nessie's eyelids start to flutter as she begins to wake. I shift her into a different position and Emmet cups the side of her head, stroking her cheek softly. "Morning Momma, morning Daddy." She murmurs groggily.

My grin grows wider than I ever thought possible, and Emmet replies to her in a soft voice, "Good morning my angel. How was your sleep?"

She opens one eye against the bright morning light streaming through the bedroom window. She grins a little, and sits up. I let her go to Emmet and she wraps her arms around his neck. He picks her small, eight year old body and hugs her tightly. He knows exactly how much pressure to put on her weak body. He has never hurt her, and knows how to make it seem like he's hugging her tight, but not using a lot of strength.

She giggles as he swings her around to his back. She squeals as he jumps as high as the tall ceiling will let him. "Run fast! To the waffles!" Nessie shouts excitedly.

We've found that she really only likes breakfast foods for some odd reason. Her favorite was her dad's omelets, but with him gone she settled for mine, Emmet's, or Esme's.

Emmet set her down on the chair and pushed her up to the table. She started wiggling slightly, chanting, "Waffles, waffles, waffles! And orange juice!" I giggled at my dau-niece. She wasn't my daughter, her parents were still alive.

My smile lessens at the thought, but it grows again as she says, "Come sit with me Mommy!" I go and sit with her on the chair to her right. Esme sets two pancakes on her plate and a large cup of orange juice.

As she eats her breakfast and chats with Emmet happily, I settle into my small, but perfect piece of forever.