My uncle Emmett walked over to me and sat down on the floor.

He asked me the strangest question he had ever asked me…

"Nessie?" he asked innocently. "Where do babies come from?"

I sat there, staring at him. Oh my god, he's not kidding.

"Well… you see, Emmett," I started off the best I could. I was only 7! Why did I have to answer this?! "When a boy and a girl like each other, very much," how do I explain this?

"Don't have to like each other," my Aunt Rosalie said, coming in the door and walking up the stairs.

"Well… Emmett, personally, I'm glad you are a vampire, cause other wise there was be a lot of little Emmetts running around," I shuttered at the thought. "And one is bad enough.

He gave be a glare, "back to the baby conversation," he snapped.

I dropped my head in my hands.

"Good morning, Nessie," my dad called as he and my mom walked in the door. Mom shot him a glare. "Renesmee," he corrected.

"Hey, dad, mom," I gave them an unconvincing smile, my dad went wide-eyed at he heard my thoughts. "Emmett wants to know where babies come from."

My mom stared at me.

"Hey, Nessie?" Emmett asked, mom let out a sigh, ignoring the fight of Nessie/Renesmee. "Does having a baby hurt?"

"How am I supposed to know?" I snapped at him.

Dad walked over and patted my shoulder, "that's what I like to hear."

I rolled my eyes.

"I really want to know!" Emmett whined.

"Well," I what to do? What to do? "Ask my mom and dad, they have LOADS of experience with that."

I smiled as two pairs of eyes scowled me.

"Bella… Edward…?" Emmett

"Oh, hell no!" mom said, pulling my dad out of the house.

Emmett turned his attention back to me.

I shook my head and ran away.

God! My family's weird!

The End