Disclaimer- All recognizable characters are the creation of Stephenie Meyer, and therefore not mine.

Bella's POV-

Every minute that I was stuck on that plane felt like pure agony. With nothing else to do, I found myself going through scenario after scenario of what could be happening with Renesmee at the Cullens and all of them ended in heartbreak. By the end of the flight I was even more enraged than I had been when I boarded. The Cullens are in for a very rude awakening when they see what I have planned for them.

The minute that I was free from the airport, I carefully maneuvered my way through the city, and as soon as I hit the forest, I took off running in the direction of the Cullens' house. It didn't take as long as I would have anticipated, and I briefly questioned if there was some kind of vampire equivalent to an adrenaline rush. As I approached the Cullens' home, several strong scents began flooding my nose, including my daughter's. I didn't hear her heartbeat though. When I finally made it to the house, I noticed that her scent was much weaker than the other few I smelled. I don't think that she was here anymore, but she definitely was a few minutes ago. Immediately, my mind thought back to the possible scenarios I had envisioned on the plane, and I prayed that she was okay.

I barged into the home, nearly taking the front door off its hinges, and took in the surprised looks of all but one of the Cullens. Thankfully, that one happened to be Edward. Surely if he were here, I would have absolutely torn him apart.

"Where is she?!" I yelled to nobody in particular. Half of them looked too stunned to speak, and the other half looked like even if they tried, nothing would come out. If it were any other time, I would love to marvel in their shock, but not now. I just want to get my daughter and go home.

"Bella—" Alice started to speak, but I already knew that whatever she was about to say wouldn't be about Renesmee, so I cut her off.

"Spare me from your sentimental bullshit. I'm here for my daughter, so tell me where she is." I growled and she looked hurt. I tried to push away the part of me that felt bad for being so mean to her.

"We don't know, Bella." Rosalie spoke, which surprised me a bit. She'd never gone out of her way to speak to me before. I looked to her, and her face no longer held the hatred it once had. I lost my train of thought for a split second.

"What do you mean you don't know?!" I yelled again. Alice composed herself and spoke again.

"We're not sure where she went. All we know is that she ran out and…" She hesitated momentarily. "Edward went after her." I didn't miss the way that she spoke the last sentence. Something had happened, and it was clear that neither she or the rest of the Cullens were happy about it.

"Why?" I hissed, referring to why Renesmee would have run out. I looked at Alice, and she looked heartbroken. She let out a sob and I began wondering if I really wanted to know.

"We're so sorry, Bella." She whispered, her eyes staring at the floor. "We had no idea what he'd told you." Her eyes met mine and I felt like a two ton weight fell on my chest. A thousand thoughts were running through my head, and I almost felt dizzy. I pulled myself together and the reality of her words, and the implication that they brought hit me.

"She knows." I said in a barely audible voice, and before I knew what I was doing, I was out the door and sprinting through the forest. Renesmee's scent was weak, so I gave up and began following Edward's. For the first time, I actually hoped that he was with her. I could hear a multitude of other footsteps running behind me, but I ignored it. Right now my only focus was on finding my daughter.

Renesmee's POV-

"Unfortunately, I can't think of anything better than this." Riley said smoothly, his hands still locked around my neck. No! This can't be the end! Think Renesmee! I grabbed his arm and sent a vision of pure darkness to him like I had with my father when we were training. He was momentarily disoriented, and I elbowed him in the gut to try to get away. He let go, but I couldn't get away fast enough before he threw me to the ground, my head slamming against a rock.

"You little bitch!" He said and stomped on my leg, snapping it. I let out a scream. My vision was fading quickly but I could see my dad running at Riley. However, before he could get to him, Riley was hit with something, or maybe I should say someone, else.

Bella's POV-

I could hear Edward's voice, and another unfamiliar voice speaking as I was running, and I pushed myself to run even faster when I realized their topic of discussion. I listened as Edward pleaded with the man to spare her and take him. I began to panic as I realized that I was going to be too late.

"Unfortunately, I can't think of anything better than this." The man's voice spoke. No! I heard a small commotion and my heart shattered. "You little bitch!" The man yelled and I heard a crack and my daughter's scream. I could see them now. Renesmee was on the ground holding her head, whimpering in pain. At that point, my supermom senses, as I liked to call them, kicked in and before the man even knew what was coming, I was holding his head in my hands while his body laid motionless on the ground.

Immediately after, I dropped the man's head and ran to my daughter. Edward was kneeling beside her already, talking to her. I was torn. Not five minutes ago, I wanted to kill him—hell, I still wanted to kill him, but the sight before me was sort of sweet, and the things I'd overheard him say just a minute ago made me think that maybe he really did love Renesmee.

"Renesmee, honey, you have to stay awake. Do you think you could do that?" He asked her. She nodded, still whimpering in pain. Tears stained her cheeks, and my heart hurt just looking at her. My poor baby girl. How could I have let this happen to her? Her eyes flickered over to me, and her bottom lip started to quiver. I knelt down to her level.

"Mom." She spoke, barely loud enough to hear. She began crying again and I put my hand on her cheek, wiping her tears. I kissed her forehead, and put my hand on the side of her head. I could feel and smell the blood on my hand, and I knew that we needed to get help. This one wouldn't heal on its own.

"Shh, baby. It's okay. Everything's alright." I said, kissing her forehead. Tears continued to roll down her face, and she closed her eyes. "Sweetheart, don't close your eyes. You have to stay awake. We need to get you help. Just stay awake until we know you're alright." I told her and she opened her eyes again. In the next moment, she was carefully being lifted into Edward's arms.

"I got her." He told me, and even those few words took me by surprise. I looked at my daughter in Edward's arms, and decided not to protest. She looked so broken. Her head laid limp on his chest, and her hands folded across her stomach.

"You two can take her to Carlisle. We'll finish up here." Rosalie said. I had almost forgotten about the others that had followed me. I turned and saw she and Emmett standing near the remains of the man, and a small fire I assume that they started. I nodded at them and motioned for Edward to start running in the direction of the Cullens' house.

He immediately took off, and even though he was carrying Renesmee, I struggled to keep up. We eventually made it back to the house and he immediately ran up the stairs, yelling for Carlisle. I followed him, figuring it to be a better option than staying in the living room with Alice, Jasper, and Esme.

Carlisle asked what happened and Edward explained to him in detail. Meanwhile, Carlisle examined Renesmee's injuries, asking her a question every so often until he told her that she could go to sleep. He told us that her wrist was sprained, but was healing quickly enough that she didn't need a splint, her right tibia was fractured, and would require a cast for a short while, and her head injury was going to need to be monitored for signs of a mild version of a concussion. The cut that it left had already healed by the time he examined it. Throughout his entire examination of Renesmee, I had spoken less than a few words to Carlisle and hadn't so much as looked at Edward. Rather, I focused my attention on Renesmee. I whispered soothing words in her ear, and stroked her hair until she fell asleep. I missed my baby girl.

Currently, Edward and I were seated on opposite sides of Renesmee's makeshift bed in Carlisle's office. We didn't speak at all. Rather, we both just watched Renesmee sleep and kept to ourselves. I couldn't believe that after a hundred years of building up my anger, the best I could do was give him the silent treatment. I decided not to think about it. Rather, I tried to make sense of the past month, going back to Renesmee's party. I was so confused. I've spent the past hundred years telling myself that I wanted nothing to do with any of the Cullens and none of the Cullens wanted anything to do with me only to find out that I may have been wrong all along. I didn't know what to think anymore.

I began thinking about the way that I'd shut out Renesmee after finding out what she'd done. Thinking back, I realized how immature and truly despicable I had acted. I'm her mom. I was supposed to be there to care for her and love her unconditionally. I was supposed to protect her from anything and anyone who tried to hurt her, and look where we are now. I had failed.

I heard Renesmee shift a bit in her bed, very briefly whimpering in pain, and mine and Edward's eyes both shot up to look at her. She was still sleeping, but she had a frown on her face. I moved my chair closer to her and lifted her shield, taking her hand in mine. When she's sleeping, she has no control over whether she lets her thoughts show, so in the past, I've often taken the opportunity to see what she's thinking and dreaming about. I could feel Edward watching me, but I tried my best to ignore him.

Her thoughts came to me like I was experiencing them first hand, just like they always did. Riley—that was the man's name—was circling around Renesmee telling his story about Victoria, and his revenge plot. It made my skin crawl just seeing it in her mind. I also saw Edward attack Riley, and experienced what Renesmee saw and felt when I'd been overhearing Edward pleading to spare Renesmee. I could feel the love that Renesmee felt for Edward, and I felt uneasy. There was no denying it anymore.

Her dream transitioned into what I assumed were memories that she had while she was here at the Cullens. I was surprised at what I was seeing. They all seemed to adore her. Of course that wasn't the part that surprised me. It seems that everyone adores Renesmee. It did surprise me to see how easily they seemed to accept her, and how if I didn't know the whole story, I would probably look at them and think that Renesmee had always been a part of their family. Again, throughout these memories, I could feel how much she really loved them, but this time the sense of hurt was more obvious. She felt betrayed, but at the same time, she loved them. At least I wasn't the only one with conflicting thoughts and emotions.

She began stirring more as she recalled she and Edward's argument earlier today when she'd discovered the truth about him leaving me. This dream quickly transitioned into a different kind of dream, not one made of memories. Renesmee was standing in the middle of a dark room with two doors on opposite sides. On one side stood the Cullens with Edward standing in the front smiling a crooked smile at her. Even just seeing his crooked smile through Renesmee's dream was almost enough to make me stop breathing. On the other side of the room was me and the rest of the Volturi members with the exception of Jane. Renesmee looked from side to side between the two doors and I could feel her panic. I watched as tears started to roll down her cheeks, and I quickly pulled my hand away, not wanting to see anymore of her dream. I wiped her tears from her face, and Edward swiftly stood from his chair and walked into the hallway.

I looked to where he had just been sitting and noticed that a chunk of table beside the table he'd been sitting in was missing. By the way it had cracked, I could tell he'd broken it. I guess he had seen all of that too. I'd actually forgotten about his little ability to read minds just now. Oh well, other than that last part, it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before.

Edward's POV-

I quickly stood up before I accidentally broke anything else. I didn't even notice how hard I had been gripping the table until it cracked. I hoped Carlisle wouldn't be too angry. I walked into the hallway, and before I could even make it to the stairs, Alice stopped me.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Downstairs." I responded plainly. I tried to walk by but she pushed me back.

"Oh no you aren't. Get your ass back in there!" She told me and I looked at her like she'd grown three heads.

"Alice—"

"No. Man up and go be the father and mate that you want to be." She told me. I rolled my eyes at her.

"They both hate me, Alice." I explained, but she didn't look convinced.

"Well then go make it better. Make them not hate you." She suggested.

"Alice, all of this is my fault. It's not that simple." I ran a hand through my hair like I always did when I was nervous.

"So you're just going to give up? It's too complicated so you're just going to stop trying?" She pushed, and I sighed.

"Of course not. I just think—"

"Stop thinking and just do. You overthink everything and look where it's gotten you." She pointed out, and I had nothing else to say. She had a good point. "Go be a father to Renesmee and a companion to Bella. Actions speak much louder than words. Go prove to them that you're worth it." She finished, and I could feel Jasper sending calming waves in my direction.

"Thanks Alice." I told her, and she raised an eyebrow at me.

"Don't thank me just yet. I'm still pissed at you." She said, and quickly turned in the opposite direction of me. I chuckled quietly. I quickly and quietly walked back into Carlisle's office and took a seat in my chair. Bella briefly looked up when I entered, but looked back toward Renesmee when I looked at her. I didn't say anything to Bella. As much as I wanted to talk to her, I knew it would make the situation worse. I wish more than anything right now that I could just read her mind.

I looked back toward Renesmee, and took her hand into mine, tracing patterns on the back of it. She gripped it in hers and I wondered if I had woken her, but her heartbeat was still smooth and steady. The three of us remained like this for another hour before Carlisle came back into the room. He walked in, and upon noticing the situation, he began thinking about how he'd hoped Bella and I would have been talking.

"What's wrong?" Bella asked him, a look of panic on her face. Carlisle cracked a small smile.

"Nothing. I just came back to check up on her." He answered and Bella relaxed a bit. It was still odd seeing her in mom mode. I never thought that I'd get to see her like this.

"Should I wake her up?" Bella asked him as he looked over her.

"No. She's fine as she is. There's no need to wake her. I can't imagine she'll sleep much longer, but it's good for her to rest." He answered. I looked down at Renesmee and it looked as if she was chewing a piece of gum.

"What is she doing?" I asked to nobody in particular. Two seconds later I got a response.

"Ugh, biting her cheek. She does that sometimes when she's tired." Bella responded.

"Oh." I responded, and I could hear Carlisle laughing at me in his head.

"That's interesting. Is there a reason she does that?" Carlisle asked. I was wondering this too, but I didn't want to force her to talk to me. She seemed uncomfortable. Bella cracked a small smile.

"Ugh, yeah. When she was a baby, I used to lightly trace over cheeks when I was putting her to bed, and she used to try to bite my finger. Now, every once in a while, she'll sort of bite on her cheek if she's tired or sleeping." She explained, and hid my smirk. I wondered if the whole biting thing was a vampire trait.

Carlisle ended up leaving a few minutes later, leaving Bella and I sitting in silence once again. I snuck a look up at her. She was looking down at Renesmee with sad, almost black colored eyes. She needed to hunt. Her face had barely changed since it had been human. Her nose was a little sharper and her lips a bit fuller, but still pretty much the same beautiful girl I remembered. I wasn't sure how long I was staring at her. I couldn't get myself to look away.

"I don't hate you." She said, snapping me out of my trance. She wasn't looking at me, but I felt as if I was being studied.

"What?" I asked, stunned. I wondered if I'd heard her correctly. She looked up from Renesmee momentarily.

"You gave me a reason to live." She said, referring to Renesmee. "I could never really hate you." I wondered what she meant by 'really hate me'. I decided it didn't matter and allowed myself to smile a bit. "Don't misunderstand my words. You are not forgiven—Not by a long shot…but I don't hate you." She finished. My optimism faded a bit, but this was a start. She didn't hate me. That's a step in the right direction.

"That's good to know." I responded. She didn't say anything after that. After about a minute passed, I already missed the sound of her voice and decided to keep talking. "Bella, I want to apologize." I said and I heard her sigh.

"For?" She prompted, and if the situation weren't so serious, I may have chuckled. I hesitated before answering.

"For putting you in danger when you were human, for forcing you to grow up much quicker than you should have needed to, for not being there for you and Renesmee, for leaving…For making you think that I don't love y—"

"Stop." She cut me off. I decided that any talking was better than nothing.

"I mean it, Bella." I told her.

"I know you do." She answered, taking me by surprise. I didn't know how to respond to that. She glanced up at me and must have seen that I was confused because she continued. "I know everything that you told Renesmee. In fact, now that I think about it, it actually makes sense." She let out a humorless laugh and bit her lip. "With that being said, believe it or not, I think that you leaving may just be the best thing that could've happened to me." She finished. I had to admit, her words really hurt. She really thought that? I couldn't tell if she was just deflecting her hurt or if she was serious. She seemed serious.

"I'm sorry you feel that way." I responded sadly.

"Please stop." She said, once again confusing me. "I'm not saying this to hurt you. I'm just trying to be honest with you. If you're going to be a part of her life, I need to be able to trust you. I need you to be honest—no more secrets, no more lies." She finished, and this time I couldn't hide my smile.

"You'd really let me be a part of her life?" I asked. Bella ran her hand through her hair and sighed.

"Well, as I'm sure she's told you a million times, it's not really up to me." She said in a defeated tone. "She's still my daughter though and I will do everything in my power to protect her, so let me make myself clear—" She leaned forward in her seat and gave me a menacing look. "—If you ever hurt her even a fraction of the way that you hurt me, you're cut." She finished, and for a second I couldn't breathe. I couldn't tell if I wanted to run away from her, or kiss her.

"Mom?" Renesmee asked in a sleepy voice. Bella immediately directed her attention to our daughter, the menacing look melting into a look of adoration for Renesmee.

"I'm here, baby." She said, touching Renesmee's cheek lightly. Immediately, Renesmee tried to sit up, and Bella helped her. Renesmee through her arms around Bella, and Bella stroked her hair.

"Mom! I'm so sorry!" She cried into Bella's hair. "I'm a horrible child. You've done everything for me, and I betrayed you. I'm so sorry, Mama. Please forgive me!" She begged. I could see Bella smile, and try to soothe Renesmee.

"Shh, it's okay. Please don't cry, Sweetheart. I'm not angry anymore. I think I actually owe you an apology." She said, and Renesmee quickly pulled away from her.

"No, you don't. You—"

"Renesmee." Bella cut her off. "I'm sorry I got so angry with you. I responded all wrong. No matter how upset I was, there was no reason to act the way I did. You're my daughter, and acted like you didn't even exist. I promise to never let my emotions get the best of me like that ever again. I'm so sorry." She said, and Renesmee pulled her into a gigantic hug.

"I don't know what I would do without you. You are the best mother I could have asked for. I love you so much." She told Bella. I thought that maybe I should leave. As much as I really enjoyed seeing them interact, I felt like I was intruding. Renesmee pulled away and she then noticed me sitting on the other side of the bed. She quickly looked between her mother and I, and looked at me like she was confused.

"Now that I know that you're okay, I think I'm going to hunt really quickly." Bella said, diffusing the silence.

"I'll go with you." Renesmee offered, and Bella chuckled. It was a beautiful sound, her laugh. I wanted to hear it again.

"Honey, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but you have a broken leg." Bella pointed out, and Renesmee noticed the cast on her foot for the first time. "Rest, Renesmee. I'll be back soon." Bella kissed her forehead, and went to walk away, but Renesmee quickly grabbed her hand, not saying anything. Bella half-smiled, and I was momentarily confused before Bella responded.

"Don't worry about me, Renesmee. Whatever you decide, I'll love you just the same." Bella responded, and I understood that Renesmee was showing Bella her thoughts. "Renesmee, I promise that as long as you're happy, I'm happy." Bella went to walk away again, but Renesmee didn't let go. "Ren!" Bella chuckled and I smiled at the nickname. Bella rolled her eyes. "We'll make it work. I love you." She said, and Renesmee let go of Bella's hand.

"I love you too." She mumbled, and Bella left. Almost as soon as Bella left, Alice and Rosalie entered to check up on Renesmee. They stayed for about thirty minutes which was about thirty minutes too long. I just wanted to talk to my daughter alone. Last time we really talked, we were fighting and she ran out. Thankfully, Rose and Alice finally left and I was left alone with her.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked her. She bit her lip, much like Bella does and shrugged.

"Stuff." She answered.

"Like your chat earlier with your mom?" I asked.

"Partially."

"I assume that chat was about me?" I questioned. She tried not to crack a smile, but it showed through.

"She's not very subtle." Renesmee chuckled.

"I'm sorry, Renesmee—" I started to say.

"What were you two talking about?" She cut me off. "I heard you two talking. I thought I was dreaming, but I wasn't." She said.

"We were talking about you." I answered simply. She rolled her eyes jokingly.

"Well I figured as much. What about me though? What did she say?" She pressed.

"It's complicated."

"Uh-uh, no keeping stuff from me. I don't handle secrets and surprises really well in case you couldn't tell." She told me. I grinned at her.

"Renesmee, I want to be a part of your life." I told her, honestly.

"What does my mom think?"

"I'm not really sure what she's truly thinking, but she said that I can't lie or keep secrets and that I'd be dead if I hurt you—None of which I plan on doing." I explained, and she smirked.

"Does that mean you won't leave and tell me you don't love me anymore when I'm being difficult?" She mocked, and I gave her a disbelieving look.

"Why would you say that?" I asked. She knew that wasn't okay to say.

"Because I'm still deciding whether to forgive you or not, so in the meantime, I'm getting back at you for treating my mom like shit" She explained, and smiled. I leaned back in my seat and sighed.

"I guess I deserve it."

"No question about it, you do. Then again, so do I, so I guess I can't be too harsh." She said, and turned around to readjust her pillows before laying back down. "So did you tell her you love her?" She asked. Okay, I guess we're not going to beat around the bush anymore.

"Sort of?" I answered.

"Explain." She responded.

"I said I was sorry for making her think that I didn't love her." I looked down at her and she shrugged.

"That sort of counts." She decided. I chuckled—That's what I just told her. "How are you going to prove it to her?" She asked. I raised my eyebrows. "No ideas yet? I'll help you think of something." She told me.

"No." I said sternly.

"What? Why not?" She asked.

"Renesmee, sweetheart, I love you, but your schemes don't seem to work out very well." I told her.

"Touche." She smirked. "Okay, I won't get involved, but you need to do something to win her back." I chuckled.

"I thought you weren't sure if you were going to forgive me." I joked, and she slapped my arm.

"Stop being difficult. I'm trying to help you. You obviously need it." She said, smiling.

"Renesmee, I think that her letting me a part of your life is a pretty good first step. I'm not pushing my limits." I told her, and I heard movement from the doorway.

"Good decision." Bella said, smirking. "I hope you weren't scheming again, Renesmee."

"Of course not." Renesmee responded in an innocent voice. "You'll be pleased to know that he was responsible and told me that my scheming is a very bad idea." She explained. Bella smiled at our daughter.

"And we see how well that worked out." She said with a smirk. Nessie flashed a dazzling smile at her mother, and Bella came over to kiss her forehead. After that, Bella took a deep breath, and looked like she was having trouble saying the rest of what she wanted to say.

"So…um, the plane for Italy leaves in a little over an hour." She said, and I could feel the atmosphere of the room grow tense. Bella bit her lip and looked in my direction. "I trust that she'll be safe under your supervision for the next few days?" She finished, and once I determined that I had in fact heard her correctly, I felt like I could jump over the moon.

"You mean it, Mom?" Renesmee asked her with what I hoped were happy tears in her eyes. Bella offered her a small smile, but I could tell that this was really hard for her.

"You're obviously in no condition to travel and I'm trying to be openminded, so yes. There is some things I need to work out in Volterra, so for now, I trust you'll be okay here." She explained, and Renesmee and I both had smiles that spread across our entire faces. Bella quickly alternated looking between Renesmee and I. "Don't make me regret my decision." She said, her gaze ending on me. I nodded at her. She then turned to Renesmee. "Stay safe, behave, Listen to the Cullens…except for Emmett and maybe Alice. Be good." She told her, and Renesmee gave her an amused and questioning look.

"Really?" She asked. Bella smiled a bit.

"Yes, really. Lately you've been acting much younger than your actual age, so I feel like it's necessary to be mentioned." Bella told her. I watched as Renesmee subtly looked between Bella and I and grabbed onto Bella's hand.

Renesmee's POV- This means Renesmee's thoughts

I grabbed my mom's hand before she walked away. I needed to get this out before she left. She is stubborn as hell, and needed to make the decision on her own, but I hoped that if she had time to think about it, things would turn out better in my favor.

"Mom, I can see that you still love him, but if that's not what you want, it's okay. I can see it is though. Please don't let your stubbornness get in the way. I wasn't there and I certainly don't know everything about what happened, but I know that you love him. He loves you too." I showed her through my thoughts. She sighed.

"Ren—" She started. I didn't want to clue my father in to what we were talking about, so I cut her off by showing her my thoughts again.

"No, Mom. Listen to me. It's okay if that's not what you want—It truly is, I promise. I just don't want that decision to be based off of anger and your own stubborness. You deserve to be happy. I want you to be happy more than anything." She pulled her hand from mine slowly and bit her lip.

"It seems I have a lot to think about." She responded. "I love you, Renesmee. I'll see you soon." She promised, and walked in the direction of the door. "Goodbye Edward." She said quietly, not turning around, but she was gone before he could respond. Well at least they were on speaking terms. That's a start.

I didn't miss the happiness on my father's face when Mom actually spoke to him. It was like he was staring at a goddess. It was hard to imagine that he was the one to leave her. He was completely entranced by her. I just hoped that soon she would feel the same about him, for both of our sakes.

A/N:

First of all, super long chapter, so I hope you'll be generous with your reviews, although I'm also a little scared. If there were any chapter that I'd expect a few flames on, it'd be this one. I know some of you will hate the fact that Bella didn't rip out Edward's throat, but please don't cuss me out or anything. She's still mad at least!

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P.S. I bite on my cheek when I'm tired for the same reason that Bella explained that Nessie does, so that's where that idea came from ;)

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