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Renesmee Cullen has stuck out her entire life. She doesn't really fit it in with any of her friends or family - vampire, werewolf, or human. Will she always stick out? Her best friend Jacob Black tries to help her feel better about her differences, but he can only do so much. Their feelings for each other are changing, but Jacob has made a pact with Edward and Bella not to tell Renesmee that she is his imprint until she is seven years old and full grown. When nature takes it's course and things start to change, Renesmee needs to get out of Forks. Will she get away from her problems, or just create more? Meanwhile, Jake tries his hand at college - will he be able to get a good job and provide a good life for his imprint? He doesn't want the Cullens to look down on him forever. Renesmee encounters some new vampires along the way, and for the first time in her life, she is presented with one new thing: a choice. She will be faced with more dilemmas than she ever thought possible as her need for life experiences weighs against her need for love - but who will she give her love to? Will her heart take her back to Jacob, or will fate take her in another direction? Photobucket Enjoy my fic about life for the Cullens, the wolf pack, and several other of their friends after the end of Breaking Dawn! A big Thank You to my beta, Rain-It-Shall for her continued awesome work and support! **Stephanie Meyer owns all, I just elaborated my view!** ATTENTIONThe next chapter of this story is in the que and will hopefully be updated soon. I didn't give up on this story! Please check back! Hopefully it will get validated soon : ( Sorry guys!


7. Prologue

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Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right
Here Comes The Sun – The Beatles



He stood against the back wall of the house, staring out the wall of glass windows that overlooked the backyard that stretched to the river. Frowning, he watched the russet skinned boy bend his arms and swoop up his daughter as she squealed in delight. Lifting her up to ride on his shoulders, his sinewy arms secured her there tightly as he loped through the grass that needed mowing.

In the back of his mind, he could hear his family returning from their hunt that he had chosen to opt out of that day. Specifically, he could hear the soft gait of one vampire in particular that he was happy to have return home to him.

"You know, frowning makes that pretty face of yours look awfully bothered. You might start getting wrinkles soon if you keep that up," he heard a velvety voice say from behind him. He turned so that she could see his side profile, and dug his eyebrows even further down.

She laughed her musical, enchanting laugh and he instantly released the muscles in his face to smile at her.

"What are you so perplexed and anxious about?" she asked, snaking her arms around his waist from behind. He grabbed her hands, securing them tightly around his torso, and sighed when she leaned her head against one of his shoulder blades.


He sighed, finding it hard to fight another frown as he watched his daughter frolic with her best friend down below. The entire family plus Jacob was at the main Cullen house that day to celebrate mother's day for the first time – for Bella. Currently, everyone else was just filtering in, back from their family hunt, and Jacob and Renesmee were taking advantage of the sunny day by playing games in the backyard.

"Stop," Bella mumbled into his shirt. She unlatched herself from him and slid around to his front to look at him. He gave her an incredulous look.


"Stop frowning at them."

"Bella, Love, how on earth did you know I was frowning?"

She gave him her annoyed, angry kitten scowl and then broke into a laugh seconds later. "Your whole body tenses up and you make a sound like you're about to growl, that's how I know." She leaned against the windows and crossed her arms gracefully, giving him another 'look'.

"Vampire now, remember?" she asked with a laugh, pointing to herself. He chuckled and nodded.

"Yes, I took note."

"Edward, why are you standing up here watching our daughter and her friend play? Don't be creepy," she chided with a grin. She moved up to his side almost shyly so that she could press her lips to the exposed skin on his smooth chest. He pulled his eyes slyly away from the scene in the backyard and looked down at her, still unable to resist the pull that radiated from her mouth.

He pressed his lips against hers, once again marveling at the velvety feel of them. Uncrossing his stubborn arms, he found his hands weaving themselves into her thicker, longer, auburn locks. His left her hair and couldn't resist the urge to make their way down her pale, iron strong arms. He smiled through their kisses as he thought about how soft they were, but how they were also now steely, dangerous, potential weapons if needed.

"Something funny?" she asked, pulling away from him slightly. She bit her lip softly, the sun catching on a few of her porcelain white, razor sharp teeth. He smiled and ran the pad of his finger over her soft pink lips, and laughed softly.

"No, Bella…just musing over how my wife is now the most dangerous creature of them all," he said. She raised an eyebrow and released her lip from her teeth, sending her mouth crashing onto his once again.

She 'mmmed' pleasantly and he instantly felt goose bumps rise on his skin as his wife's hands ran down his arms to clasp around his waist. His lips crashed into hers again and again, and he gently grabbed fistfuls of her hair as he got lost in her.

Bella wasn't' the only one who was still getting used to her new body. Edward marveled in the new aspects of her beauty every day. She was still his Bella, but just…enhanced. He didn't know sometimes who enchanted him more; Bella or his new beautiful daughter, Renesmee. The only thing that was marring the otherwise picture perfect vampire life was the subject of Renesmee and her wolfy best friend.

He broke away from her painstakingly, rubbing his still-tingling lips together. Running a finger down the side of her cheek, she smiled suggestively at him and he laughed. Her newborn emotions sometimes still got the best of her, making her urges and emotions run slightly wild.

He jammed his hands in his pockets and tossed her a playful glare. "Just…watching my daughter and her imprint," he said, flourishing the word.

Bella glanced out at the yard where Jacob and Renesmee were playing, and looked back at her husband.

"You say it so…gracefully," she mused, turning her head to the side. She gave him a knowing look, and his expression changed. He instantly felt bad for mocking Jacob after all that had happened. Jacob had practically sentenced himself to death by offering to run with their daughter after the potential battle with the Volturi. It had been unknown at that point whether or not anyone else from their family would survive long enough to protect their daughter – Jacob would have been her last line of defense. Edward could not, no matter how he had painstakingly tried, berate nor belittle him for that.

"Edward…" Bella said warningly, narrowing her topaz eyes. Edward looked down at her, unable to resist the urge to touch her porcelain face again. He moved a wisp of her shimmering hair away from the skin, making it join with the rest of her wavy tresses.

"What is it?"

"I know you don't really dislike Jacob nearly as much as you would like to. I can see that much," she said.

"Yes, well…" he rolled his golden eyes and continued to watch as Jacob began tossing his little girl up in the air to catch her seconds later.

"What are you thinking?" she asked. He gave her a skeptical look, and she shrugged. "It doesn't work that way. I can't hear you, Edward, so you'll have to tell me."

He thought for a moment, trying to word his response. Bella was faster.

"Edward, we've had the war with the newborns, and now just finished with a war on the Volturi themselves. Are we to have a war against imprinting and nine month old little girls?" she asked, raising one eyebrow.

Edward laughed. Another fight was the absolute last thing he wanted at the moment. It seemed like his family had suffered enough fighting, stress, worry, planning and strife to last them…well, for eternity.

"No, surely not. It's just…I'm still getting used to the idea of my daughter being the imprint of a wolf. I've seen into the minds of Jacob's brothers that have imprinted for years now, and it still boggles my mind. I've seen nothing like it – ever. I'm still getting….used to the idea. My young daughter has already met her soul mate? It's just…hard for even me to process."


"I spent nearly a century alone. She meets him in the first five minutes. It's still a lot to take. We don't take to change very well, do we?" he asked her in a teasing tone.

Bella looked at him with her new golden eyes, and this time it was her turn to furrow her brow.

"Edward, we've known about this since she was born. They…they're attached to each other forever. We should be happy – realistically, who else could she be with?"

"I realize what you're saying, it's just… a were wolf? I won't even bother to explain the ironies to you."

"You don't have to, Edward. This isn't a new development. We have to go along with this – he makes her as happy as she makes him, and you know this."

"I know, but…oh, I suppose you're right," he said, wiping a stray speck of dust off the otherwise clean window. "I can't expect it would have been easy for her…were Jacob not in the picture."

"Exactly. This just makes the most sense, dear. Even you must admit that."

Edward nodded, sighing. He crossed his arms and bit his lip as he continued to watch the two play in the large yard. He knew Bella was right. If Renesmee someday fell in love with a vampire, who was to say that it would be a vegetarian vampire? He wasn't sure he wanted his daughter cavorting with a vampire who preyed on humans. What if she wasn't safe with a different kind of vampire, unlike his own family? That wasn't something he looked forward to.

On the other hand, if she fell for a human, there would be no way that a human would not eventually notice that his wife or girlfriend never got cuts, never aged, and hunted forest animals. If he would be informed of her true status, he would be in danger of the Volturi finding out and having to be changed, much like his wife had. Then, they would have another vampire on their hands, which brought the problem full circle.

"We should be thankful that our daughter will be with someone…like her."

Now it was Edward's turn to roll his eyes. "You mean someone with the same chromosome count. For goodness sake, you act happy that your daughter might someday be married to a dog. Will we buy her a basket of Milk Bones when the puppies arrive?" he joked, a serious undertone in his voice. His wife simply growled curtly at him.

"Edward…" she whined.

"And now we have to listen to our little daughter say 'My Jacob this', and 'My Jacob that'….never in a million years…literally…a million years," he mused, rolling his own golden eyes. "Is is, quite literally, as though he is her pet."

She pressed her lips into a thin line and glared sternly at him.

He snorted, a chuckle erupting from his throat. "I'm sorry dear, it's just hard to know that my nine month old daughter is practically betrothed."


"Yes, it means, that a young girl's parents-"

"Edward! I know what it means! I've read more old literature than you have by now I'm sure. But it's not like that. You said yourself, what if that never happens? What if they're just meant to be lifelong friends? Jacob said it could happen."

Edward looked at her skeptically.

"It is true though, even Jacob had admitted it himself. A wolf would imprint on a girl, and the relationship would be what she needed. If she needed a big brother, or a best friend, then…that's what he would be."

"That would be miserable," Bella mused sadly. Edward met her eyes and nodded slowly. "Jacob has brought that up to me before. I don't even know what I would do to stop from listening to him if that is what happened. Say Renesmee only wants him to be like a big brother to her; he would do it, because he's basically her slave and guard dog, but I am the one who would have to listen to him suffer for the rest of eternity. Jacob described it like …like it would be nothing short of sheer torture."

"Well, it would be," Bella said softly, taking one of his hands to intertwine it with her own. She glanced out the window at her daughter and smiled warmly as she watched the two of them race each other up and down the lawn. Jacob barely had to let her win Renesmee was so fast.

"Would you have been able to be…just friends with me?" she asked slowly, looking up at him.

Edward locked his jaw and raised up his chin in defiance. "If it was what I thought was best for you, then yes, I would have simply been your friend."

She frowned and gave him another 'bullshit' look.

His rebellious expression faded and his faced softened "It would have indeed been very hard, yes."

She nodded, tucking a strand of her shiny brown hair behind her ear. "Yes, I agree. So we really should…try to support this. Please Edward?"

He turned away from the window and wrapped his arms around his wife, heaving a sigh.

"I mean….we just got done with everything…" she said, referring to the almost-war with the Volturi a few months earlier. "Our lives are finally…happy, and…and normal. Well…as normal as our lives can be. I just…want to enjoy it for awhile, is that so bad?"

Edward sighed again and brushed another unruly lock of hair away from her perfect, ivory face and leaned his forehead against hers. "I agree…I want to just enjoy life for awhile."

"We can deal with Renesmee and Jake's…situation when the times comes. I have a feeling that now that all this is over and things can settle down that time will stop flying by like it has been. I want to just live our lives together and not worry for once. Even if it is only for a few years," she pointed out.

The fact that their daughter was rapidly aging had not escaped them. Their vampire eyes and minds took note of the changes to their little girl several times a day. Each time they noticed a change they would exchange little panicky looks. Even though Nahuel had assured them she would stop aging when she was seven, it still left their precious little girl with a very limited childhood.

"I know…I'll try, darling, just for you," he said, briefly touching below her chin. "I'll do it for you. But…I have to admit that I can't picture this not being a messy situation when it does play out."

"How do you figure?"

Edward shrugged, turning his head to look out the windows again. "How could it not be? How would you react if your best friend was suddenly….if he told you that you that he had been made for you? And that he knew it the day you were born? How would handle something like that?"

He looked back at her, and she bit her lip as she thought.

"And worse, what if she doesn't feel the same way? What if she thinks he is forced to love her? It is undoubtedly hard telling someone news like that…it's just…big. It's a very big thing."

"I suppose…"

"It would be too much for someone so young."

Now it was Bella's turn to look out the window as she contemplated what the future could hold for her little girl and her were wolf imprint.

"What are we going to do?" she asked.

He paused, unsure how his wife would take his idea. "I say…I say we do what we think is best."

"Which is?"

"I think we should tell him to wait. Wait until she's old enough to make an educated decision on what she wants to do about this imprint thing. Right now, she is extremely possessive of him, but it is only as a friend."

She frowned again, turning back to look at him. "So…you want Jacob to wait to tell her?'

He nodded. "I…love, it's the only way I can see this going well. If she knows now, or anytime soon…that's too much pressure to put on a little girl that's already got the weight of our entire family's world on her. She would be…I think it would be a lot to handle on top of everything else."

"I suppose…"

"Say we ask him to wait until she's full grown – seven, technically. By then…hopefully she will know how to handle herself well enough and she can decide what she wants to do. That way…there won't be a large expectation for her to be with him like that. He said it himself; if she only wants him as a friend, then that is what he will be to her."

"You don't think she'll be angry?"

He shrugged. "I'm not sure. I just..I just know that I don't want this put on her shoulders until she's old enough. He can wait," he added gruffly.

Bella hugged Edward tightly to her, breathing in his calming scent. "I hope we're making the right decision for this."

He stroked her hair and hugged her back tightly, still reveling in the idea that he could really hug his wife, finally.

"I just want to do what's best for my daughter. Any parent would. I only get one daughter, and she only gets one childhood. I just don't' think it's right that she grow up with the added pressure of being an imprint. She's going to have enough tumultuous aspects added to her life being what she is."

Bella nodded. "What do you think Jacob will do?"

Edward looked out at the two as they flopped back on to the grass, lying next to each other all sprawled out. He could hear his daughter giggling and chatting away happily as they tried to decipher animals and shapes out of the clouds that rolled by lazily.

"I think Jacob will do whatever his imprint's vampire daddy wants him to do."

Bella laughed her musical laugh again, and he couldn't help but join in. He playfully ruffled her hair, marveling at the silky strands under his fingertips.

"I think that we're doing the right thing, I really do. She is everything to us…and I do think Jacob and I will come to an agreement."

"He respects you," Bella pointed out. Edward nodded, but nudged her side.

"Yes, but if he knew that you felt that way he would obey you for sure. I know this. I've seen it," he said, tapping the side of his head. She smirked at him and hugged him even tighter. The stood there, in front of the windows, watching their daughter and her were wolf imprint.

Even though they had reached a decision about what to do, Edward couldn't shake the sinking feeling in his stomach. How would Renesmee react to this news? He had a little less than six years to worry about it, and he planned to just that. In all honesty, he wasn't sure how anyone would take the news that their best friend since day one was really their soul mate that some form of old Quileute magic had formed for them. He didn't see any way that it would go as planned.

And he would be right.