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Renesmee's Eternal Dawn

Renesmee's Eternal Dawn is Renesmee's POV of Breaking Dawn starting from the womb until the end of Breaking Dawn.


3. Out Rage

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"Bella? Bella, what's wrong?"

That was my father asking the cause of what made momma cry out. We were both sleeping peacefully without disturb until she started to scream. At first I didn't know what was happening, but then I knew. I had once again hurt my mother. I was honestly trying to stop it, but every time I was asleep-something happened.

"Baby's kicking," she cried out again.

"Carlisle," my father said much too louder than what was average. We were in my father's arms in an instant being carried to the familiar room upstairs.

"There was no crack, he didn't break anything." Aunt Rosalie said from somewhere behind us.

"You don't know that Rosalie, we have to be sure." My father was agitated with my aunt. No one could really blame him because she is not really letting my father take care of momma on his own. Everyone had to make sure to ask Rosalie when it came to us. She was all about saving me.

"I have hearing!" Aunt Rosalie hissed as she continued following us.

I could hear the faint humming of the machine and wasn't afraid of it like I once was. I have gotten used to the weird noises that happened in this room. I had also gotten used to what they were going to say. Over and over it was the same thing. You have a crack or it's broken but there are no splinters. You'll be perfectly fine, for measurement

So I had done it again. I had hurt her.

After a few moments I could here Aunt Rosalie's voice arguing with my father. She was saying the "I told you so." speech. I didn't know how long my father would be able to take this put down from her. He was already going through so much with me hurting momma and him worrying about her. I have to unknown family members that I could sometimes here two floors up. They were looking for something frantically but once they thought they got lucky, their hopes got knocked to the floor.

Finally, we were lifted from the bed and carried so softly down the stairs. Momma had received fresh blood and were taking drinks from it while I felt tugging at the inside of my body and instantly became excited. Jacob was coming.

"Jake," said my mother. We were placed on the sofa once again and momma got comfortable in the most familiar position.

"Carlisle, we went halfway to Seattle. There's no sign of the pack. Your good to go." Said Jacob half ignoring my mother. He sounded so tired that I felt pain for him. I wish momma would offer him a bed again but she didn't, she sat here listening.

"Thank you. Jacob. This is good timing. There's much that we need." Grandfather said as he kicked into gear. He had measured my mother and checked her rib which were healing.

"I think you're safe to take more than three. I'm pretty positive that Sam in concentrating on La Push."

"If you think so. Alice Esme, Jasper, and I will go. Then Alice can take Emmett and Rosa-"

"Not a chance. Emmett can go with you now." Aunt Rosalie snapped not even attempting to get up from her spot beside my mother's head.

"You should hunt." Grandfather's gently voice tried to persuade her.

"I'll hunt when he dose." She replied in the same tone.

I could hear quick and unfamiliar footsteps come down the steps and I knew they were the vampires that stayed locked away in a room searching for something they desperately wanting. Aunt Alice's footsteps soon joined their's- then Grandmother's.

"Thank you," Grandfather said then they were all gone.

All was quiet for a moment but it was shattered when Aunt Rosalie said, "Ew. Someone put the dog out." Momma sighed out a long breath and she patted the wall around me.

"Have you heard this one, psycho? How do a blonds' brain cells die?" Jacob smarted off. There was no reply and I knew she wasn't going to answer him. I wished they would just get along and be quieter. "Well, do you know the punch line or not?" When she still didn't reply he turned to my father. "Has she heard it?"

"No," he said simply and he sounded almost tired.

"Awesome, so you'll like this bloodsucker- a blonds' brain cells die alone." he laughed but he also pushed Aunt Rose to her max.

"I have killed a hundred times more often than you have you disgusting beast. Don't forget that." Aunt Rose was scary and I think she was trying to be anyway but I don't think it fazed Jacob.

"Someday, Beauty Queen, you're going to get tired of just threatening me. I'm really looking forward to that." Jacob just laughed not at all scared of her.

"Enough, Jacob." Momma snapped, her voice disapproving.

"You want me to take off?" Even the thought of Jacob brought back the dark feeling of being lonely. I knew that I wasn't truly alone,, I mean with my family around me, but if he left I would feel… lonely. I didn't want him to leave, the feeling took up most of my body.

"No! Of course not." Momma shouted. Then a pause and she added, "You look tired."

"Dead beat." he replied moving closer.

"I'd like to beat you dead." Aunt Rosalie mumbled loud enough for me to hear.

Momma shifted in her seat and asked for another refill. I loved my mother, she made everyone stop arguing and kept me safe from those who are scared of me. She loved me even though I had hurt her constantly. Breaking her bones, stretching out her body which would be painful. Of course I didn't mean to-but I loved her for loving me.

"Did you say something?" My father asked.

After a moment my mother asked, "Me? I didn't say anything."

What was he talking about?

"What are you thinking about right now?" My father asked.

"Nothing. What's going on?" Momma sounded scared but I know daddy was hearing something. If it wasn't Jacob or Aunt Rosalie, and he cant here momma and no one else is in the house… He must be hearing me.

"What were you thinking about a minute ago?" Daddy was talking a little quickly for momma but lucky for him she understood.

"Just… Esme's island. And feathers." She was stumbling to get her words out fast enough but I could also detect embarrassment.

Daddy must be hearing. If I showed him how much I loved them both, maybe he wouldn't hate me anymore. He would understand just how much I cared for momma and how I also wanted to protect her and keep her safe.

"Say something else." my father whispered.

"Like what? Edward, what's going on?"

Thinking he was talking to me I thought about how much I loved my mother's vice. How it calmed and soothed me, made me unafraid when something bad was happening. How she got Jacob and Aunt Rosalie under control. I thought about when she talked about the random things and how she explained them just right.

"The f-it… the baby likes the sound of your voice." my father's voice had many emotions but the main one was shock. He could hear me, finally. And now he would know.

"Holey crow, You can hear him!" Momma shouted and my beating heart jumped, stopped, then started ten times faster than it ever had before.

"Shh," he murmured then spoke to momma, " You startled it… him." said my father in a slight coo.

"Sorry, baby." momma said as she patted her stomach once again. "What's he thinking now?" momma demanded.

"It… he or she is…" His cool hands rested on my lower back and head.

A warm feeling embraced me. It was like nothing explainable, not even momma would be able to explain this. I felt something stir deep inside my body when I knew that my father was now hearing my thoughts for the first time. I showed him everything good about this situation, everything I felt when I thought of them. And what he said and how he said it made me feel like he truly loved me for the first time.

"He's happy." he murmured with the tiniest pop of the 'p'.

"Of course your happy, pretty baby, of course you are. How could you not be, all safe and warm and loved? I love you so much, Ej, of course your happy." Momma's voice seemed horse but also beautiful with the feeling I felt poring out of her vice.

"What did you call him?" Daddy didn't sound angry or sad or anything bad- he sounded happy with a little bit of amusement .

"I sort of named him. I didn't think you would want… well you know." My mother said but I didn't get what she was saying.

"Ej?" daddy asked with a smile in his voice.

"Your father's name was Edward, too." momma said stubbornly.

"Yes, it was. What-"

They talked with each other with so much…love that it was nearly impossible to ignore it. They communicated in a way that I don't here even with Grandfather or Grandmother. They would do anything for one another.


"What?" Momma asked impatiently.

"He likes my voice, too." I could tell he was smiling.

"Of course he dose. You have the most beautiful voice in the universe. Who wouldn't love it?" Momma's voice was thick again, in a way it could have been sad but I knew it was happy.

"Do you have a back up plan?" Asked Aunt Rosalie for the first time. "What is he's a she?"

"I kicked a few things around. Playing with Renee and Esme. And I was thinking…Ruh-nez-may."

"Ruhnezmay?" Asked Aunt Rosalie, testing the unfamiliar word on her tongue.

"R-e-n-e-s-m-e-e. Too weird?" my mother asked a little nervous.

"No, I like it. It's beautiful. And one of a kind, so that fits."

"I still think he's an Edward."

Listening to my family's voice now, I know I never want them to go away even if they do hate me. They are my family and I love them already. Especially my mother, she is my greatest gift, my life. I wouldn't be here without her love or her sacrifice.

"What? What's he thinking now?"

"He loves you. He absolutely adores you." his voice was full of love and life. But suddenly the coolness of his hands were gone and I could here him choke.

"Go, Jacob. Get away from here." My father's voice was urgent and with it-Jacob disappeared.

"Wha- What's wrong? What's the matter? Why did he go away?" momma asked as we began to feel the pain creep over us once again.

"Nothing you need to worry about, love. Shh, everything's okay, Bella, please don't cry. The baby doesn't like it when his mommy cries." We were shifted and I knew daddy was holding us. But then he got up, hushed momma again and told her everything was okay to not worry about anything that is coming.

"Rosalie," My father said and she was in the room in the same millisecond. The door opened and a voice of which I didn't know rang through out the home like bursts of thunder I heard the other day. "You did this!"

"Leah, please calm down. Jacob left because he felt uncomfortable, Bella didn't do anything." my father reasoned.

"I want to speak to Bella, bloodsucker, not you. Do you not know how bad you are hurting him? You could have gotten away with playing with him before, but now your married. Married! Stop acting like you're so god damned happy when you see him because he's not happy to see you! When you die, he will hurt, but you don't care do you?"


"Why do yo-"


"NO! Why do you even want him here, Bella? For him to feel sorry for you? Well congratulations! You win! He is only here to count the hours, Bella. I know this, he's told me."

"You need to leave, Leah, now!"

"He hates that thing. It's not normal, maybe you will realize that when it kills you and it gets killed by Sam's pack or worse, Jacob himself." She storms out of the house and momma is as silent as stone.

"Bella," my father rushes over at the same moment she lets out a heart breaking sob.

"Edward, I can't help it." Momma said for what felt like the thousandth time in the pass few hours. Naturally my father and Aunt Rose were trying to calm her down but what ever they said she would just break down again. "But she's right-I am still hurting him. I don't mean to-"

"Jacob's here because he's your friend, Bella. He wants to make sure you are okay. Leah's just angry that she is stuck here all the time, but no one is stopping her from leaving. Not that I didn't wish she was already gone, stupid mutt." Aunt Rose mumbled.

There was movement all around me and then momma's stressed voice. "What's he thinking? He must be so scared."

"He's thinking that you should be happy. He wants you to be as happy as he is."

"He's smart." replied Rosalie.

"He understands." added my father.

By that time she was crying again or so I had thought. Her body shook and she sucked in quick breaths. "May I have something to drink?" She asks and Aunt Rosalie's footsteps walk away.

I need to stretch-want to-but I would hurt her. I shift around as softly as possible and am happy when I am again comfortable and momma wasn't hurt.

"He's trying not to hurt you." my father murmured.


"He is cramped and he wanted to move but he doesn't because he know he would hurt you." My father was still happy and in the same spot he was hours ago.

"You'll be out soon, Ej. Then we will be together and your daddy can get to know you. So will your aunts and uncles along with your grandparents."

Aunt Rosalie had returned with momma's drink and when momma got it into her hands, she swallowed a few big gulps. "Mmm, your Aunt Rosalie loves you, too, Ej. She likes to think that she is your protector." She laughs slightly.

"I am his and your protector from his crazy family." She mutters.

"So does your grandma and grandpa, and your uncles." She paused then the emotion was back in her voice. "Why dose Jacob hate us so much, Edward? What did we do to get him to hate us so much?"

"You didn't, Bella. He is just going thorough a lot right now okay?" said my father.

"How about a bath, Bella? It might relax you." Aunt Rosalie murmured.

Momma didn't respond vocally but I soon heard Aunt Rose walking down the hall.

"Not to hot." Said my father while my mother took more huge gulps of blood.

"Edward, I cant help what I feel. I know I'm married and about to have a child, but I'm not doing this on purpose. I don't even know why I feel this way, but it's not to hurt you, or Jacob, or anyone. If I could stop it I would-"

"I know that, Bella. You don't have to explain yourself to me. We will get through this…together." his voice wasn't mad, sad, or even angry. It was full of understanding and love.

Aunt Rosalie called for us then and my father lifted us into his arms to carry us to wherever Aunt Rosalie is. There was a lot of movement then there was a slight swooshing like noise and everything around mw felt strange.

"He thinks it's strange, being under water, I mean." my father laughs lightly.

"It kinda would feel weird, I suppose." agreed my mother.

"Will you find her clean clothes?" Asked Aunt Rosalie.

Daddy walked out of the room and Aunt Rosalie washed my mother's body and hair. Momma tried to explain the feeling but she kept saying how she couldn't get it right but soon I would know the feeling of getting a bath by Aunt Rosalie.

Momma had cried off and on after the bath. She had clean clothes on and tucked away into the blankets covering the sofa. Then we finally got some sleep.