Well, that was a little too deep for Emmett’s comfortability. See, Em was perfectly happy being vulnerable, but during a prank was not the time or the place, so, he just nodded solemnly and continued his plan. Handing Nes a bottle, Emmett gestured to the bucket of clothes on the floor in front of him. “And what a dashing and handsome street sign he will be.” 

    Watching  Renesmee run into the house, into Bella’s old room, Charlie’s heart ached. It was as though he had traveled back in time, had returned to when Bella was just as small as Nes was now, so eager to learn and for life. Nes looked just like her mother (with little tweaks that Charlie tended to ignore because he was less than enamored with his daughter’s husband) and this, this nearly brought tears to the police chief’s eyes. He followed her into the kitchen, at a pace far slower than the young girl’s, grin lighting up his features. Charlie had always felt honored to know that Bella had taken it upon herself to put a piece of him in Nes’ name but to see it on paper? Words couldn’t describe. “Wow, would you look at that! Not even a single letter crooked, just what I would expect from a nugget as smart as you.” 

One day her grandpa will work out that Rennie is truly the daughter of Bella and Edward, not some niece. She looked too similar, acted almost identical. It was uncanny and she knew that her grandpa played it off as a nature verses nurture thing, but it was just who his granddaughter was, the perfect blend of her parents. In the way she jumped up to the table and wrote her name in perfect cursive like her father, the way her eyes twinkled like her mothers. Rennie was the perfect Swan-Cullen daughter. “Nothing less,” she chuckled her smile growing wider at her grandpa. “Can I have some water please?” 

     “You are aware that your daddy is indestructible, right?” Emmett couldn’t hold back his laughter, full-bellied and fully amused. “No, he won’t get hurt. Probably.” At least Emmett was honest–all he wanted to do was dye some of Edward’s clothes brighter, that was all. “I need you to help me add color to this mixture. Do you think you can do that?” 

“Of course, but his heart can still break.” Renesmee was innocent that was for sure, she didn’t want to hurt her daddy too much, even if he was a strong as rocks. Rolling her eyes at her Uncle she chuckled lightly at his response. “Of course, daddy will look like a street sign.” 

“Now that’s because she’s a mom.” Rosalie replied back. “She has to make sure that you have everything you need. It’s one of the ways she looks out for you.” She explained to her. It didn’t take her long to get to the clearing. The fall colors made the place look even more peaceful.

“Mhm.” The blonde vampire hummed in agreement. “Maybe when we get back we could look them up?” Keeping her eyes on the little girl as she walked away from her. “And I’m sure she wouldn’t. Plus, I think she might have some of the stuff that we might need for it as well.” Rosalie added.

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                   “COME ON.” SHE WHISPERED, HAND OUTSTRETCHED TOWARDS the hybrid. “It’s Grandma Esme’s birthday so let’s go pick her some flowers, hm?”

Charlie had never particularly liked Edward, especially since the time that he had left Bella and his daughter had been nearly catatonic. There was just something about the boy that he didn’t trust, but ever since they had gotten married; since they adopted a child that looked miraculously like them, Charlie could swallow his presence a little easier. He couldn’t hate someone who treated his girls so well. Brushing Nes’ hair away from her face, Charlie couldn’t help but grin at the little girl, “Yeah? Wanna show me?” 

Renesmee was more like her mother in ways her Grandpa wouldn’t know. They both loved books and classical music, but even in her mannerisms, the way she held herself. Her mother always said she was a perfect combination of Edward and her. Rennie would thirst for learning new skills at every turn, wanting to build up a repertoire for the day when she didn’t need her parents any longer. Looking at her Grandpa, she smiled wide, nodding before running into the house, up to her mom’s old room. Pulling a pen from the stack in the corner and an old notebook she ran back downstairs, faking a pant as she smiled. “Kitchen okay?” She asked before taking it upon herself to sit at the table and began writing her name. Renesmee Carlie Cullen. 

“Hey, Nes, you wanna help ol’ Uncle Emmett play a prank on your dad?” Emmett crouched beside the child, wide grin lighting up his features.”I promise, he won’t get hurt. Probably. But since you’re part of the Cullen Clan, you need to learn the intricacies of how we interact with one another. Including pranks.” 

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“Well, it has been some time since I had even thought about it. They could possibly still make them.” Rosalie thought for a second. “If not then we could just make out own.” Smiling at her niece. “I like the way you think little one. Why don’t you go grab your favorite one and then we can head out.” 

“Ooof, hey pumpkin, you’re so much bigger than when I last saw you!” Charlie pulled Rennesme into a tight hug, holding the his granddaughter close. He wasn’t stupid, a known fact since he was somehow chief of police, and he was aware that Nes was growing faster than she should’ve been, only a few months old and somehow past the size of a toddler. Charlie didn’t particular mind, however, because it was if he had another shot at watching Bella grow up, and this brought warmth and cheer to his heart. “How are you?” 

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Shaking her head, “No, it wasn’t hard candy. It was a tiny cake with this froasting that wasn’t too sweet it was just right.” Rosalie explained shuting off the water to the sink. “But anything from the small Rochester baker was good. Sadly they closed in the 90s.” Placing the berries in a bag and puting them in her purse. “Alright,then it looks like we are ready to go little one.”

                     “I WILL DO MY BEST, RENESMEE. YOU know I will.” Jacob’s care and love for his granddaughter meant he was near enough part of the family, already, regardless of possible romantic future or not. “Now, one last hug and then I must go.”

Jasper resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Honestly, he didn’t know where the young halfbreed got her ego, but he was almost positive it was an influence from Jacob, who had more ego than Emmett (which was definitely saying something). Remaining standing, at parade rest, as per usual, he arched a brow at the redhead. “Oh? I suppose I shall have to be on guard until that day, then.” Though, the vampire was always on guard. It was sort of his nature. “Mentally? Interesting.” 

Renesmee had taken some lessons on being herself from Jacob just through conversation, she always kept her head up no matter what. Granted, she was less immortal than anyone else, she could die easier, so if she kept the strength pretence up, Renesmee might have a better chance at living as long as her parents. “You never know when it will be, Uncle Jasper.” Laughing she nodded, crossing her arms across her chest. “Of course. You are strong and sturdy, Uncle Emmett is all muscle no brain.... don’t tell him I said that.”

“Hm-” the blonde hummed while she thought about the question for a moment. “Well, there were these sweets that my parents would get when we had parties and they were the most delicious thing you have ever tasted. I remember making sure I ate my dinner just so I could get one.” Her smile growing with the memory she had recalled from her human life. “Good.” She replied keeping the smile. “Would you like anything to go with your strawberries?”

                     “AUNTIE ALICE IS STAYING HERE WITH YOU.” Alice’s request was to stay in the house with Renesmee and the Cullen patriarch would not argue with her on this important matter. “Jacob will be safe, little one. He can stay here with you or come with us. What do you think?” Carlisle hugged her back tightly, before planting a soft kiss into her bronze hair.

“Then that is where we shall go.” Not that she mind any other place as long as she had gotten to spend some time with her niece. “Good choice.” She responded before moving towards the kitchen in a soft quick motion to grab the strawberries that Esme had bought a few days prior. “Strawberries use to be my favorite when I was a little girl.” She mused while chopping the tops off and washing them. “And I know but there is always someone around.” Reassuring her while doing so.