Bella's POV-

The past hundred years have thankfully gone much better than I ever could have anticipated. Every day was still hard looking at my beautiful daughter, Renesmee, who in many ways reminded me so much of her father, but I learned to mask the pain that still lingered for her sake. Renesmee was everything that anyone could ever wish for in a daughter, and I'm not just saying that because she is mine. She was kind, intelligent, funny, and had a bigger heart than anyone I had ever come across.

For the first year of her life, I was still adjusting to the whole "recently dumped vampire single mom" thing, and unfortunately, Renesmee had to experience all of the sadness and fear that the first year brought. After the first year, things got easier. I realized that my situation wouldn't be changing in the near future and dedicated myself to being the best mother that I could possibly be. That was the best decision I could have made. Renesmee loved me unconditionally, and for the past hundred years, that's been more than enough.

As I mentioned before, everyone loved her. I remember smiling to myself when two of the most "dangerous" and valued members of the guard, Jane and Alec, would fight with each other over who got to read Renesmee's bedtime story to her when I was occasionally off hunting at night. Aro was originally skeptical of the possible threat that Renesmee would pose later to the Volturi clan, but within a month after her "delivery" she had Aro, as well as pretty much everyone else, wrapped around her little finger.

Renesmee was the light of my life, one of the only things that I felt made my life worth living. My only regret is exposing her to all of the pain she saw me going through in her first year. Despite the fact that she was so young, with how quickly she aged and her vast amount of intelligence that I mentioned, she was very receptive to the emotions I shared. Because of this, she always made sure that she did everything in her power to make sure that I was happy and safe. It has been almost a hundred years that she has been on this Earth and she still strives to make sure that I am okay.

The last thing that I feel is essential to understand about my daughter would be that since she was very young, she has always had this everlasting curiosity about the rest of her family. The one that left me that fateful day a hundred years ago. I never told her the truth about how the situation went down. As much as I was still upset with his actions, I never wanted her to lose the sparkle of hope that gleamed in her eyes every time someone would mention him or his family, not that it came up often.

I told her that I was the one who had ended the relationship because I didn't want to keep putting her father and his family in danger as they tried to protect me. I'm sure she could have questioned me later about why I didn't try to find them now that I was a vampire, but thankfully she didn't.

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Renesmee's POV-

How do I go about doing this? I know if I told my mother she would never approve. I love my mother so dearly, but I will never understand why she's never allowed me to meet my father, or even let him know that I exist. I always figured that one day she would make the arrangements, but with each year that passed I knew that the possibility became even less likely. It has almost been a hundred years that I have been alive. I figured that by now, I would have at least been introduced to the other part of my family.

I've never really asked my mom too much about them because I know it is such a sensitive topic for her. I remember vividly how heartbroken she was by her decision for the first year after I had been born. Even since then, I see how she tries to be brave for me despite the fact that I am no longer a baby. I wish she would just give in to her desires and find them! I can see how much she misses them, and I can't imagine that my family doesn't miss her as well. How could they not?

Let me begin by saying that my mother is perfect. She sacrificed everything for me. I tell her everyday how thankful I am to have her. She dismisses my gratitude and says that her life had no meaning anyway before I was introduced, but surely she is mistaken. I would do anything to make her happy and proud. For that reason, I could never build up the courage to ask her for her permission to meet the rest of my family.

I've pictured it a thousand times in my head, and each time it ended with her reverting back to her previous stage of being heartbroken all the time and with a broken relationship between myself and my mother. I know I am probably being crazy, but that's just part of being stuck in the mind of a teenager for eternity.

So now here I am staring at my ceiling fan trying to figure out what to do about my situation. I feel like I deserve to at least meet the other person who's genes I will be carrying for the rest of forever, but I don't want to put my mom in a situation like that if she isn't ready to see them again. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice the knocking at my door.

"Renesmee, sweetie, are you still in there? I haven't seen you all day." I heard my mother's soothing voice and broke away from my thoughts. I sat up on my bed and spoke back to her.

"Yeah, I'm in here. You can come in if you want." And with that, she quietly entered the room and took a seat beside me on my bed. We just sat there in silence for a few seconds before she turned to me and spoke again.

"Do you want to share with me why you've been so upset lately?" She asked. I didn't notice that my frustration over my internal conflict had shown through. I could take this as an opportunity to tell her how I feel, but I knew I didn't have the heart.

"It's nothing that you need to worry about, Mom. I'm almost a hundred years old. I'm sure I can figure everything out on my own." I responded in a serious, but still respectful way. She looked at me sympathetically, taking my hands in her own.

"Aww, honey. Is that what this is about? You're worried about turning a hundred?" She asked. I nodded, figuring that it was easier just to go along with this rather than telling her the real problem. She pulled me into a hug. "Ness, honey, it's just a number. I remember feeling the same things you are eighteen years ago and after talking with the rest of the family…" By family she means our family in Volterra. "…I discovered that this is only the beginning compared to the other hundreds and thousands of years we will spend together. Someday you will look back and laugh at turning a hundred!" She gave me a gentle smile. I looked down at my hands and a piece of hair fell into my face. Mom took and tucked in behind my ear before whispering to me. "You'll always be my baby girl whether you are a minute or a century old. Don't dwell on the little things like a stupid number. Just be the happy Renesmee that I, along with everyone else, adores and loves" I smiled and hugged her.

"I love you" I told her. She kissed my forehead and left the room. Again I was alone, and began dreaming about what the other part of my family was like. I found myself growing sad again and left to go find Aro. I liked spending time with Aro. He was like my unofficial grandfather. Most of the information that I had discovered about my family had come from him. He had shared with me that my Grandfather Carlisle had once lived with him a long time ago. He said they were great friends once, but he hasn't spoken or seen him since years before I was born.

I found him in his office reading a book on some ancient language. When he saw me walk in, he immediately closed his book and greeted me.

"My darling Renesmee, you look distressed." He said. I chuckled slightly and closed the door behind me.

"Or so I've been told." I replied. I walked over and sat in once of the large chairs he had positioned in front of his desk. He leaned forward and offered me his hand. I smiled and took it, sharing with him my thoughts on my family and how worried I was about my mother's reaction. After I was finished, he looked at me sympathetically.

"This is really bothering you that much, Renesmee?" He asked. I nodded and listened to make sure my mom was not near before proceeding to speak.

"I just want to meet them. I don't even care if they know who I am." I explained. He took a deep breath and looked at me again.

"And you're sure about this?" He asked again. I closed my eyes.

"No. I'm not. That's the problem. I really want to meet them, but I don't know if my mom is ready to see them again. I don't want her to feel like I'm forcing her to see them again." I told him. Aro looked like he was deep in thought.

"If I told you that I could find a way for you to meet them without you're mother being present, how would you feel?" He asked me. I was surprised. Normally, I would never go behind my mother's back for any reason whatsoever. This was not a normal circumstance, however.

"Go on…"

Author's Note:

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