Chapter 23

The family still stood in a rough circle, though now around Esme and Bella.

"Hi," Renesmee said quietly, but everyone heard, turning around and looking at her. "Can I?" she asked, approaching her grandmother, who held the small, black-haired child, who was now dressed in a white dress with a small red bow tied in her hair.

Stepping forward, Esme handed Renesmee her daughter. As the baby girl's luke-warm skin touched Renesmee's, the baby's eyes snapped open, and a very small smile parted Renesmee's lips.

"I can't believe just how beautiful she is," Renesmee murmured, just as Jacob put his arm around Renesmee, and whispered in her ear. "Neither can I...but I'm not sure if I'm talking about the same person..." he whispered. Renesmee looked up from her baby child into the eyes of her soul-mate. A blush coloured her cheeks as she realised what he was saying.

"Don't be so immature, Jake," she grumbled.

"I don't think I'm the one being immature, Renesmee." He paused. Then: "What name were you thinking of? For the child, I mean."

"I..." Renesmee remembered the three words Albus had said to her before he died, and several more thoughts rushed through her head. "I'm still...undecided," she said, trying to keep her voice even and enough innocence in her eyes to hide her lie. She hated being untruthful.

"Well, I'm sure we can come up with something," Jacob said, stroking the baby's face.

After this, Renesmee's life seemed to finally settle into its correct position. It seemed that the image of her family made up of each individual puzzle-piece was finally whole. Of course she still missed Albus, and when they'd announced his death to his family, she remembered – surprisingly with a laugh – when Rose had snatched the phone from Albus' mother and demanded to talk to Renesmee. The girly, hysterical hissy-fit which had followed had, at the time, been very serious, but when looked back upon, extremely comical.

But now everything seemed happy and good once more within the Cullen household. Still, Renesmee couldn't find the right time to name the child (yes, time, not thing). Nearly a month passed, and Nessie eventually decided that her baby had gone too long being called 'she' and 'it'. This must be especially offensive, considering the child had already become literate and could talk, read and write. However, her physical attributes came at a human pace, so she was still yet to learn to walk or even crawl. However, she was quite disgruntled about her lack of a name, a concern which she had voiced many a time.

So the day came when Renesmee sat outside, while her family hunted. She was feeding the child milk from a bottle (which had a small amount of blood added to it for the baby's contentment), having already hunted herself. Alice suddenly leapt lightly fro the trees. Her eyes were glowing happily.

"Are you sure, Renesmee?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

Renesmee grinned.

"If I have had to put up with this name all my life, I think it should become a family tradition."

"You know, I would hate you if you called me that," she stated.

Laughing, Renesmee said, "I don't care. There has to be some way for me to remember her father by."

"I guess, but it's still cruel. Let's see what the family thinks."

"Wait! First, Alice, I want you to promise you won't tell anyone before I say."

"I promise. I'll recite the Constitution in Hebrew for you in my mind, okay?"

"Okay," Renesmee said, giggling.

The child laughed.

"What are you talking about, Mommy?" she asked, smiling.

"You'll find out in a minute," Renesmee said, stroking her child's face.

Alice called out to everyone in the family. In a matter of seconds, the threesome were surrounded by Renesmee's parents, grandparents and aunts and uncles.

Renesmee, who was sitting on a boulder, with her child in her arms, said, although with her voice raised so all could hear, to her baby,

"I think it's time we went inside and refilled your bottle..."

She paused for a second. Silence was intended, but Emmett said, grumpily, "Is that it? You dispatched me from my lunch for that?"

He growled, but Edward laughed.

"Patience, Emmett," he grinned.

Another few seconds passed.

"Yes, let's go inside.......Reneverous Cable Cutter."

There was a short silence then everyone laughed, and Reneverous wailed in protest.

And that's it, friends. It doesn't end on the most serious of notes as possibly expected, but it was one day when myself and editor, Purple13512, came up with that. We thought, what if Albus Severus Potter and Renesmee Carlie Cullen, the two unlucky children of two of the greatest books of this and the past century who had strange names. And what did we come up with but Reneverous Cable Cutter. The first name is a cross between Severus and Renesmee, the second between Albus and Carlie, and the last between Cullen and Potter.

Big thanks to Purple for keeping the tale somewhat correct and to Caramel729cucumber, my most devoted fan. Thank you for keeping the faith, right to the story's miserable end!

A last note: Neither Harry Potter nor Twilight belong to me.

Thanks to all, and please Read & Review!

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