"Bells? Bella, wake up," some said as they gently rubbed my arm.

"No, don't wake her up yet!" I heard Edward call softly from across the room.

"I'm up, I'm up. What?" I asked while looking into the eyes of my waker (yes, I know it's not a word), Jake. I was leaning against Seth, with Jacob on my right, on the couch.

"Do you want to hold your daughter?" Edward asked, now standing in front of me.

I nodded my head eagerly, and Jasper walked over, my daughter in his arms.

"We still haven't picked a middle name yet, love," Edward reminded me as Jasper slipped the baby into arms.

I stared at the baby in my arms. Her wide eyes were the color of dark chocolate, and were bright with wonder. Her hair was exactly the color of her father's, with the slightest golden highlight when the light hit it right. Her cheeks were pink in color, blushing fiercely.

"I can see where she gets her eyes," Seth noted, and I realized that they were nearly the same as mine, with the tiniest bit of emerald coloring towards her pupil.

Renesmee reached her chubby arm up and pressed her hand to my jaw line.

A picture in my mind interrupted my vision, I could see me. Me, giving birth to her. She remembered that? My newborn infant baby remembered her birth.

Jacob saw my awed expression, and told me gently, "She's special."