Summary: Renesmee says her very second word.

Disclaimer: Ownership of Stephanie Meyer

A/N: I feel like I've done a story already where Renesmee says "Daddy" for the first time. But did I? I'm not sure. Its too late anyhow because this story is already written. LOL, hope you enjoy! And its no request from anyone, just for me and my readers to enjoy. :)

Quote: "You better hold on tight, spider monkey."

She was sitting in Rosalie's lap, playfully pulling at her long gold locks. Rose would do anything to keep her entertained if only for two minutes. She loved when Renesmee wanted to be with her, but deep down, though I hadn't the heart to tell my sister, Renesmee only wanted Bella. And only Bella.

No one could make her happy when her mother was not with her. She simply could not stand the thought of her not being held by Bella at all times. She felt most safe in my wife's arms, most secure. At least this is what I've gathered from her thoughts. It warmed my heart to know that she loved Bella just as much as I adored her myself. We both loved our Bella, so very much.

Rose's golden locks were beginning to become a bore to young Renesmee. Though her mind was developing at increasing speeds with each moment, she still had her "toddler" moods, such as becoming impatient very fast. Either she was being the child she looked to be, or she simply picked up her mother's habits.

"Renesmee darling, your Momma will be back very soon." I heard Rose's voice through the thin wall that was separating my daughter and myself. I would be leaving soon, and though Bella hated when nor she or I were with her, I had business to attend to. J. Jenkins and he would only wait so long at our scheduled meeting. Jasper was beginning to finish up hunting as he would return and we would depart.

Stacking the papers needed, I neatly folded them, sliding them into the small briefcase on the oak table. Folding the flap over, Jasper entered the room just as I was about to exit.

"Are you ready?" He asked, his eyes a tad happier and brighter after hunting. I pitied him sometimes, knowing the emotional stress he sometimes had to endure. That was why he hunted alone, most of the time. On good days, he and Alice would go together to chase a few herds, but mostly it was always him. It was his only get away from the tense emotions he's had to deal with throughout the day. "Don't pity me, brother." He chuckled as he patted my arm, taking the briefcase from the table. I turned to follow him, but he stopped mid stride, turning on the heels of his feet. "And Renesmee is going to start crying any second. She's more impatient than ever." He winked as he walked gracefully from the dining room.

I followed quickly, glancing to an irritated Rosalie with an unhappy child. Her bronze curls bouncing as she rubbed her eyes, she was tired but she was also determined. She wanted Bella.

"Rose, can you handle her just until we get back?" Rosalie nodded before I'd even finished my sentence but as I glanced at my daughter, she only looked sad.

Her thoughts were nothing but her mother's face, giving no signal that I was the one she wanted. I must admit, that sometimes it hurt a tad to know that she only ever wanted Bella or Jacob. But I accepted it, and decided that no matter if she wanted me or not, I would be here to give her every waking wish that she may have.

I turned and I heard her whine, but I assumed she had went back to being impatient with Rosalie's waved hair.

"Dada," Jasper and myself stopped. In fact, all breathing in the house stopped. Everything…stopped. I turned slowly, afraid that if I were too fast, for some reason the sound would ware out in the air. I felt my brows furrow involuntarily.

"What did she say?" Esme gasped as she walked into the room, Carlisle not far behind her.

Renesmee was frightened at the sudden attention and only touched her fingertips to Rose's delicate cheek. "Dada, dada, dada. Dad-dy." She pronounced the word as best she could, still patting Rose's cheek as my sister sat as still as a statue.

"Yes, that's your Daddy." She barely whispered.

No one had been referring to me as "Daddy" to my daughter. Only Bella, of course, but either way it didn't matter to me. Renesmee was still my daughter, regardless of what she decided to claim my name as. If she called me "Edward" though I wouldn't care for it much, I certainly would not object to it at all.

I flew across the room silently, kneeling down before Renesmee in my sister's lap. She reached out with her tiny, yet chubby fingers, just as my cheek moved to meet them.

She showed me a picture of myself…not leaving. I don't want you to leave. She showed me of how she had tried to get my attention with whining, but that I had paid no mind to her. "Dad-dy," Her very second word, her only second word and she was referring to me.

Edward Cullen was being referred to as "Daddy". Who knew the day would come when this moment would be cherished forever to be remembered?

"I will stay." I said, simply. And though I didn't show my love for her as the others did, with endless kisses for her to bare, and hugs for her to feel warm, I offered her only my protection. But now I had a name to this certain job of being a father. The responsibility of maintaining the safety of my daughter.

I no longer thought of parenthood as a "job" and I no longer considered myself a "father" because now, I was a Daddy.

Her arms reached for me just as I picked her up. She waved good-bye to Rosalie as I gently placed her on my back to free my arms. I crouched and flung myself outside. "You better hold on tight, spider monkey." She giggled just as my Bella had.

I heard the sighs and laughs of cheer and elation from my family, as my daughter and I sprung from limb to limb. I could also hear, though very faintly, Rosalie's worried gasps as she was afraid I would let her fall.

Of course if Renesmee were in any danger of being up here, I would surely not have her on my back flying from tree to tree. But Rosalie should know by now that I would never let harm come to my daughter's path. Because now I am a Daddy.