Dusk after Dawn.

Sequel to breaking dawn.

Renesmee's POV

Chapter 1: preparation.

"Ouch!" I yelled as I pricked my finger with the sewing pin that was in my hand.

The whole family ran over to me at inhuman speed.

"Nessie, are you OK?" that was my daddies clear, concerned voice of coarse.

"she's fine Edward," My mamma stood up for me. "I'm just teaching her how to sew her own clothes!"

I giggled.

The funniest part was when my daddies mouth gaped open, then his eyes seemed to pop right out of his head, when he saw the black and pink, silk and cotton garment I was holding in my hands. It wasn't long before my mamma re-assured him.

"Edward, I told you, she's going to the club with Claire… remember? We discussed this." My mamma said.

"yes… but love… the dress. I'm not having my 6 year old daughter out there with men hanging all over her!!! In my days… women weren't even allowed to show their legs!"

"Edward she looks 17… and has a maturity beyond our age… shell be fine. Especially with Quil and Jake!"

"that's even worse!!!"

Ugh I hated it when my parents argued over me.

Then my daddy muttered something so low that even my 'supersonic hearing' wasn't enough to fully hear.

Ugh I hated it when they were all mushy like that.

"OK. But please at least add a few inches to the length." He insisted.

Then he smiled that crooked smile that mamma and I adored so very much… but both mamma and I knew, that that hem thingy would NEVER happen.

He seemed to read my thoughts on that one, as he stiffened . I just looked at him, smirked, than gave him the most cheesiest grin I could possibly manage.

I had to practice of keeping my thoughts from my mind – reading daddy.

He then moved from where he was seated, kissed both mamma and I on the head, said 'I love you' and walked into the living room, where it seemed they where watching the Lakers play. (I only knew this because I could here Emmett roaring in the other room. They must have been winning.)

" Nessie love, i'll finish that… you go upstairs, where aunty Alice will do your hair." Mamma said.

I handed mamma my dress, and walked up the stairs to where my aunt was waiting for me

Oh God

"SON OF A BITCH!!! AUNTY ALICE…!"

Crap

I should have known that my mamma would here that.

"RENESMEE CARLIE CULLEN… WATCH YOUR TONGUE!!"

"yes mamma." I sheepishly replied.

I know she would have said the same thing if she saw what I did. There, in the brightly lit bathroom, where counters and counters of what seemed like shops and shops worth of makeup and hair – care products.

Again I repeated those words in my head…

Crap oh – oh… daddy.

"Renesmee listen to your mother!!!"

I just rolled my eyes and sighed. I hated it when he tuned into my thoughts like … no privacy.

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen… sit your bum down here… NOW." God… I gotta give her some credit… Aunty Alice was stern.

As soon as I fought the urge to turn and run, I sat. this seemed to make my aunt jump with excitement and enthusiasm. I touched her face to show her how un – necessary this was, but she just lightly shoved it away.

I decided I would not watch the horrible, un – necessary things my Aunt was doing to me, I was to much like my mamma in that way. So I passed the time thinking about my Jacob.