Our Baby Girl

Twilight

Rosalie's Point Of view

"Mommy look!" A 6 year old Bella comes up and gives me an A3 piece of paper. On it was 6 people. Me, Emmett, Carlisle, Esme, Edward and Bella. I look at the drawing which looked nothing like a 6 year olds work and smile. My daughter was incredibly talented. I look down at the bouncing half vampire and grin. Her shoulder length brunette curls were in a high ponytail as she wears a pink dress with a bow in her hair. Her cobalt blue eyes are shining with happiness and pride as she looks at her picture. I pick her up and walk into the living room with her. We sit together for hours, just talking about her day and shopping. My daughter loves shopping so we go regularly. I'd do anything for her.

Our Baby Girl.

"Mom?" A 16 year old Bella asks. We are sat in her room in, currently doing her hair for her wedding. Her wedding. My daughter has finally stopped growing and is a gorgeous 16 year old for eternity. She had cream milky skin, with perfect curls flowing to her waist. Her cobalt blue eyes are always shining and she is always happy. She and Edward confessed their love – well Bella threatened his precious car – and she has been planning this day since then. I laugh in my head at her.

Because she can see the future, she automatically knows what to do. A day after they announced their relationship she came running downstairs to ask me and Emmett about which font to use in the wedding invitations. We were shocked. Emmett runs upstairs and grabs Edward dragging him downstairs whilst Bella glares at him. I remember that day well.

"DAD!" Bella screams as Emmett throws Edward against the wall. Bella runs to her boyfriend and helps him up, giving her Dad the Hale glare.

"You asked her to marry you?!?!?" Emmett screams as everyone comes downstairs shocked at the revelation. Edward was about to answer when Bella stepped in front and spoke.

"Ask me to marry him?!?! I'm planning it in advance! I had a vision and it needs to be perfect. So which one do you think?" She asks, holding two different types up and bouncing. Everyone looks at her in astonishment. When no one answers she throws her hands up in the air.

"Honestly." And storms out of the room to carry on with her planning. I sit there laughing at her. She really was like me. And I love her for it.

Our Baby Girl.

I walk downstairs to make Bella some breakfast. I walk in and see Edward sat there with some food already cooked. I grin at him and sit down next to him, giving him a sisterly hug.

He laughs at my sudden emotions and hugs me back.

"What's with the hug?" He asks, suspiciously.

"Nothing. Just feeling happy with all the memories this house has of Bella." I say looking round. This was the house Bella was born in. The house she said her first word. The house she took her first steps.

"Momma." A soprano voice asks me as I warm up some Elk blood for her. I freeze and turn around looking at my stunning daughter. She spoke.

"Momma" She says impatiently pointing to the blood. I laugh and hand it to her, remembering how impatient Emmett was when he was thirsty for blood. She gives me her dazzling smile and jumps off the kitchen counter and walking. No, dancing. She was so graceful and didn't stumble once. I follow behind her, wanting to see everyone's reaction.

She skipped through everyone as they watch TV and they look at her shocked.

"Hey Eddie!" She waves and carries on dancing to the stairs. Everyone stares after her with a dumbfounded expression. Emmett drops the remote he was reaching for and falls on the floor. Everyone looks to see what the big bang was when jumped up and pumped his fist in the air.

"YES! My Baby Girl walks!" He shouts and runs after our daughter. Everyone laughs at him as we look at Father and Daughter fondly.

Our Baby Girl

"Yeah. I remember then too. She really was the cutest child." He says, thinking about his love. I smile and grab his hand.

"You're good for her." I tell him. He grins and thanks me as I walk out with the food for Bella. It was her favourite. French toast and Grizzly blood. Her and Emmett go hunting for a weekend every month by themselves to find their favourite. Grizzly.

I flick through the TV channels, waiting for Em and Bella to get home. Esme was sat next to me drawing and Carlisle was up in his study doing whatever. Edward was playing the piano, upset that Bella wasn't home. Then a big bang comes and everyone runs to the door. Walking out of the forest was Bella and Emmett fighting, their clothes ripped and covered in dried blood. This is the girl who never wears anything twice. I laugh at them and my 9 year old daughter grins at me.

Our Baby Girl.

I open Bella's door and find her sitting on her bed reading a magazine. I grin at her and give her the food whilst I heat up the Curlers and get out the make up. She finishes it and thanks me, walking into her massive closet and bringing out her dress and shoes. I remember the day we brought it.

Esme and me were waiting for Bella to come out of the dressing room. This was the last dress and none of the others were right. It had to be perfect. Bella could have used her visions but she said she wanted the tradition of trying on thousands of dresses.

We sit there and our breathing hitched as she came out. She was wearing a designer wedding dress – of course – which was strapless and showed her glorious figure. It was perfect for her. Me and Esme look at each other and look like we are about to cry. They youngest Cullen isn't so young anymore. She's getting married.

Our Baby Girl.

I finish curling her hair as she finishes her make up. She looked amazing. Her heir was in big curls and framed her face. Her make up was at a minimum yet she was gorgeous. Mascara and a little eyeliner and lip gloss. She isn't the little girl that used to come to me when she was scared. She isn't the little girl who cried when she and her best friend fought at school. She isn't the little girl who Emmett would give a piggyback through the forest. She's grown up. I feel like crying. My little girl is grown up.

Yet she looks up at me, her blue eyes shining with tears and whispers "I love You Momma."

My Baby Girl.

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