❝ Of course, sweetheart. You must be ready to go out in the snow, huh? ❞
Rosalie smiled. She looked out the window and watched as the flakes continued to coat the forest floor. That was the one thing she loved about being north of the boarder. The snow. The cluster of trees. Living off in seclusion. Along with that, she had the chance to go out and play in the forest as a family. Her, Emmett, and their little girl.
That was on the fantasy side of Rosalie’s mind. The reality side was that they could still do some of the things she wanted but Emmett had to be home. He was their protection. He would protect them from everything. She sighed and ran her hands over her face, then crossed her arms over the table. She watched as Renesmee cleaned the bowl that once held her mac and cheese and pushed it aside. She laughed softly, picking up the bowl.
❝ How was it this time, Nes? And, I think I just heard his truck pull up outside. ❞
Watching as her little girl tossed her leather gloves off to the side and dashed into the kitchen. She giggled softly watching the scene, then turned her attention to the pair of gloves on the floor. She reached down and the picked them up. She knew Nessie hated them but they could take any risks, no matter how far from Forks they were. She walked into the kitchen and laughed, watching her daughter playing with the bubbles from the soap.
❝ It was the best mac and cheese I’ve ever had—ever! ❞ Renesmee said exasperatedly, throwing her hands up in the air to emphasize the delectable, savory goodness of what was now being digested in her stomach. Bubbles flew from the sink onto the island due to her silly wave. Some of them even attached themselves to Rosalie. ❝ Oppsie.. Sorry, momma. ❞
A sheepish smile lifted the corner of her lips as she feigned her innocence. If she knew her mother like she thought she did, then it wouldn’t take much more than a simple pout matched with a set of puppy dog eyes for her to avoid being reprimanded.
❝ Daddy? ❞
Renesmee’s attention perked at the sound of a person exiting a vehicle. She quickly finished washing her hands before running over to her mother and tugging the hem of Rosalie’s shirt.
❝ Momma, momma— let’s go! Daddy’s home! ❞
The little hybrid was not allowed to open the door. However, once a sliver of light broke through, Renesmee swung the door wide open. With her inhumane speed, she ran straight into her father’s arms.
❝ Daddy! Momma said we can go outside when you came home, and now you’re home! Do you think there’s enough snow to build a snow castle? What about a snowman? The snowman can be the king and…❞
