❝ He should be home sometime soon, love. Give him about an hour, alright? ❞ Rosalie smiled, sitting next to her little girl at the table.
Never would she have thought, she would ever have this slight possibility. To have a little family of her own with Emmett. The two of them and the perfect little angel, she got to call her daughter. Even though Rose had went about it the wrong way, she still got what she had always wanted.
Though there was the thought of it all ending. Edward and Bella finding her and doing something to her and Emmett… she couldn’t bare to think about it. She cringed a little bit, when she got caught up in her thoughts. She glanced over at Renesmee who seemed to be indulged in favorite thing in the world. Mac and cheese. She giggled softly at the sight.
❝ Do you think we can play outside when he gets home? ❞
If there was one thing that Renesmee hated the most, then it would be being cooped up inside. Her instincts fed her desire to wander the snowy fields that surrounded their cottage. However, due to her parents’ intensive concern, they must be both present if the hybrid was to go on an adventure.
Her thoughts were clouded with endless possibilities as she involuntarily fed herself. They could catch snowflakes, have a snow ball fight, or build a snowman! It would be lots of fun. Shaking her head, Renesmee returned to reality.. only to find an empty bowl before her.
❝ All done, momma! Is daddy home yet? ❞
Renesmee hopped out of her chair, nearly tripping over her own feet, and discarded her leather gloves. They were a pain to wear—- a confinement of her powers—-but both of her parents deemed it a necessity. She skipped to the sink and stepped onto her foot stool, washing her hands with lots and lots and lots of bubbles.
