❝ 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…❞
Anonymous said: I was reading about your verse with Rosalie, involving her fleeing with you after Edward gave you to her, and I was thinking, wouldn't it be interesting if Edward actually gave Renesmee to Rosalie because Bella died in during the child birth and he couldn't stand to love what killed her?
[ Oh my goodness—— —— I can’t with the feels. In addition to your rendition, what if Edward gave Renesmee to Rosalie because he was symphathetic to her thoughts pertaining to having a child? He did not want to bear the emotions dealt with the thing that killed his beloved, so he gave her to the person who he knew would love her as she was her own: Rosalie. Only the two of them know of their silent treaty, which is why Rosalie and Emmett fear of the rest of the Olympic Coven going after them. Edward did not tell them because he knows that they would’ve contradicted his plans.
Rosalie’s and Renesmee’s story as of right now is very vague and can go down a myriad of different paths. I shall discuss with my darling rosalix and decide whether or not we want to go into detail. ]
❝ 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.
Rosalie grinned, winking at her. She picked up Renesmee and placed her on her hip. She then started making her way towards the kitchen, soon placing Renesmee down in her chair. She made her way toward the kitchen, placing mac and cheese into a bowl. She couldn’t help but look over at her worried. The thought of her little girl possibly being gone soon scared her and then thought of them finding her, scared her even more. She sighed lightly, and made her way back to where Nessie was and placed the bowl down in front of her, kissing her forehead.
❝ There you go, darling. I added in extra cheese this time, just the way you like it. ❞
A pout graced her porcelain face as she buried her face into the crook of her mother’s neck. The frigid warmth was soothing to her burning skin.
Seated comfortably in her seat, Renesmee swung her feet back and forth as she stole a glance at the world beyond their isolated home. The vast forest was covered in a thick sleet of snow, making it look like a winter wonderland. It was a land she did not have much knowledge about. Well-preserved and naïve were two words that described the hybrid perfectly.
❝ When is daddy going to be home, momma? ❞ Renesmee inquired with a mouth full of cheesy goodness.
rosalie called out, standing near the bottom of the stairs. it had almost been three months since she did what she did. taking renesmee, and fleeing with emmett was probably the most dangerous thing she could have ever done. they had moved out of forks and headed north to a region of canada. she huffed lightly to herself, and smiled taking nessie’s hand in her own.
❝ Coming, momma! ❞
Renesmee sang in response, dropping whatever she was doing and cascading down the stairs at a quick pace. Despite her definite age, she resembled a five year old with an intensive vocabulary. The hybrid was maturing apace, and neither of her parents had a clue what to do about it. They feared that their little girl would not stop growing and would leave the world within the next two decades.
❝ I smell mac and cheese.. Did you make mac and cheese, momma? ❞
