Author's Note: And I just had to know how Edward would react...

I don't think I'll write much more. I'm just writing for my own amusement. I'm trying to kill the plot bunnies.

He gave in for one blissful moment. He was hers.

"Hello, Daddy!" Renesmee beamed when she arrived home. She kissed her father on the cheek. He didn't look old enough to be her father. Her older brother perhaps, with their matching hair and skin. Edward Cullen, seventeen forever.

"What's so exciting today, Ness?" Edward laughed, putting the book he was reading down. He loved his daughter's smile.

"Oh, nothing much. What language is that?" she guarded her thoughts. "Where's Alice?"

"Upstairs, and Spanish, which you should know by now," said her father, growing suspicious. "Where's Jacob?"

"New languages? I'm only five years old! Outside with Mom. Dad, can I borrow the car tomorrow?"

Edward felt annoyingly much like Charlie had when Bella had lived with her human father. "Remind me to make sure you're enrolled in driving school sometime soon."

"Aw, c'mon! Rosalie's a supremely better teacher!" she said.

"I'll think about it, querida," her father sighed, "Go frolic or something."

"Thanks, Daddy," she kissed his cheek. In that minute connection, she let her guard down. The one electric shock set his spine rigid as she pranced of the room. He saw everything, the chase, the woods, the kisses…

"Bella!!" he growled.