Nessie's POV
"I like Nessie better." I told Grandpa while we sat at a table and I pulled out the paper that Mr. Edward had brought for me. Grandpa had asked me about my real name and I was telling him the story.
"Momma wanted to remember her Momma Renee and You and Mr. Carlisle and Mrs. Esme. So she put together all of the names and decided to call me Renesmee Carlie. It's a little bit of everybody's names." I told him and I saw him smile. "But Momma told me her real name was Isabella and that all of her family called her Bella because she liked it better… so I asked Momma to call me Nessie instead. Now I just like it." I finished and he watched me closely. It didn't make me scared. I knew that he was a helper and he was my Grandpa, and he wouldn't hurt me like Mr. James.
"I used to have a brother too… but he went to heaven and I never got to hold him." I kept colouring on the paper. Momma and I used to colour with the scraps that Mr. James got. She tried to teach me by drawing pictures to tell me what the things we read about looked like.
"Did your Momma give your baby brother a name?" Grandpa asked and I nodded. "She doesn't like to talk about him… but sometimes I hear her at night. She called him Anthony. I don't really remember him though." I answered and he stood up then.
"I'm going to get a drink… what would you like? Juice or water or milk?" He asked pointing at the counter. I didn't know what to say. Nobody ever gave me that many choices before.
"Why don't you come and look at what they have… you can pick something then." Grandpa must have seen how scared I looked and he held his hand out to me. I took it and left my colouring stuff at the table, following him to the window where the drinks were.
After we got my drink (I picked out grape juice) we went back to the table and talked some more. Sometimes Grandpa pulled out his own book and wrote things that I said down. He didn't ask me very many questions… only if I said something that he needed me to tell him more about.
When we finished we went for another walk. I asked him to take me outside but he said not right now. He told me that there were people waiting to see us and take our pictures and it wasn't time for that yet. He looked kind of mad when he told me that I asked him if he was mad at me. He said no. He just didn't think it was right… I don't know what he meant really.
When I got back upstairs to Momma I saw Mr. Edward still in the room. But now he was sitting beside her and she was even holding his hand. Mr. Edward looked like he loved Momma… but I didn't say that. Instead I jumped up on the bed and snuggled next to her… I liked to see things and walk with Grandpa and ask questions, but I still didn't like being away from her for too long.
Lots of people came in to talk to us after that. Another policeman asked lots of questions… but Mr. Edward stopped him after a long time and made him leave. Dr. Cullen came back and listened to our hearts and our lungs and he talked to Momma by herself. Then Mrs. Esme came in and Grandpa came back. More doctors that I didn't like so much as Dr. Cullen came in and another Lady Mrs. Sue came to visit and talk to us. Mrs. Esme told us that was her job… she talked to people to make sure our thoughts were okay.
I was fine though. Sometimes people scared me. Sometimes I jumped because I didn't know they were there. But I liked being out of our old home. I liked leaving the room and looking at everything.
Momma wasn't so good though. She didn't seem to like very many people and didn't talk much. Only Mr. Edward and Mrs. Esme and Grandpa.
Grandpa said it was good though. Momma had been through a lot and trusting just some people was hard for her.
"We'll give it one more day and providing everything continues to improve, I don't see why you shouldn't return home with your father." Dr. Cullen told Momma the next night and I felt like dancing. It was what Momma and I did on days where we were grumpy together. It made us happy again.
Momma didn't say anything though. She just shook her head up and down.