some unfinished fanfic if Renesmee was a normal child brain-wise and Bella was still human
I woke up to soft piano playing. Well, partially soft. There would be a section of soft playing before there was a brief, off-key slamming of the keyboard, followed by other shushing or soft, deep laughter. I got up as quietly as I could, hoping that Edward wasn't listening too hard to anything else so I would at least have a chance to sneak up on them. I slowly opened the silent bedroom door and peeked out, and there they were.
Illuminated in the morning light, Edward sat with Renesmee on the piano bench. His cold hands gingerly played a simple melody, and then he paused and looked at our daughter. She tried to copy his fingers to the best of her ability but ended up pressing the wrong keys way too hard. Edward just smiled crookedly and played it again, this time with her, and he repeated it until she got it correct. When she did get it right, he said "Great job, darling! Can you play it without me?" And she replied, "Okay, Daddy!" and got a little too excited, slamming her tiny hands too loudly onto the keys, and all three of us jumped. I couldn't help but laugh softly. Renesmee was too occupied to notice me, but Edward glanced over his shoulder at me and grinned, extending a hand to me as an invitation. I grinned back and padded up to the two of them, taking my husband's cold hand and craning my neck over Renesmees head to kiss her warm forehead.
"Good morning, sweetie," I smiled at the surprise on my daughter's face.
"Mommy!" She completely forgot about the piano and spun around to launch herself into my arms. "You're awake!" She buried her face into my neck.
I only scooped her up into my arms and sat where she was previously sitting. I leaned into Edward's cool embrace and listened to him sigh as he rested his chin on my head. "How did you sleep, love?" He whispered and I couldn't stop my smile. I loved my beautiful family.
"I slept okay. You?" I looked up at him teasingly.
He rolled his eyes. "I slept exquisitely actually. Thanks for asking."
"Me and Daddy made breakfast!" Renesmee shouted, pulling herself from my lap and yanking my hand. I smiled back at Edward as I was dragged into the kitchen, and he only chuckled.
Soon, Renesmee was feeding me bites of a cinnamon roll, and Edward was sitting on the chair across from us, chin propped up on his hand as he stared dreamily at the two of us. "What?" I asked him when he wouldn't stop staring. He blinked twice and then tilted his head as a question. "Why are you looking at us like that?" I began to feel self-conscious under his gaze, and he only smiled at me.
"I'm trying to figure out what I did right in this existence to be blessed by two perfect princesses such as yourselves." He smiled so wide that his fangs were on complete display. I grimaced at him: he always knew what to say to make my face burn and Renesmee giggle, and right now was no exception. His gaze quickly shifted to Renesmee as she clapped her hands and blushed, happy to be her Daddy's Princess. I watched as Edward's chest puffed up and his eyes glittered when he looked at his daughter. He looked so lovingly at her that it made my heart swell. I didn't get the chance to look at him for too long before another bite of a cinnamon roll was shoved into my mouth.
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That night, Edward was reading Renesmee a bedtime story as I did laundry. As soon as the laundry was folded and away, I leaned against the doorway to Renesmee's room and listened to his velvet voice speak to her. It didn't take long before I could hear my daughter's soft snores from her little bed and Edward saying "Goodnight, My Darling." He kissed her on the forehead and took her nightlight frog from her arms and places it on her nightstand. He smiled at her sleeping face, put the bedtime book away, and began to leave the room. He wasn't surprised at me standing there, he had heard me, but he smiled at me too, and grabbed me around the waist as he left the room, shutting the door behind him. As soon as Renesmee's door was shut he leaned his forehead against mine and whispered "Hi."
I grinned and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Hey." I didn't waste much time before pulling him into a passionate kiss. This startled him, obvious by the way he stiffened briefly before melting into it.
Before things could get too heated, he pulled away to inspect me. "What's this for?" He asked, not complaining but genuinely confused by my affectionate attack.
"You're such a good dad, Edward." His amber eyes widened and I knew if he had blood it would all be rushing to his cheeks. We stared at each other for a solid 5 seconds before he grinned as wide as his face would allow and ducked his head shyly. "It's true. Your parenting makes me so proud." At this, his shoulders tensed up and I could tell he was smiling even wider.
After a moment, his head shot up and he looked exhilarated from the praise I'd given him. "Thank you," His hands were shaking as he put them on my waistline. He loved to be told he was doing something right so dearly, I would coo at how adorable he was if not for something else on my mind. "I love being a father. She makes me so happy. I adore having a child."
"Yeah?" My arms around his neck pulled him even closer. His smile didn't waver, eyes glittering with excitement and pride as he looked down at me. "Why don't we go make another one then?" I nodded my head towards our open bedroom door, the bed visible from where we were standing. My hands moved down to begin unbuttoning his white shirt.
Now his smile dropped. "Bella!" He whisper-shouted almost scoldingly as he caught my wrists and held them still. "Y-You can't say things like that!"
"What, you don't wanna get me pregnant again?" I teased, pushing my body even closer to his.
His eyes got impossibly wider in surprise and embarrassment. "Isabella!" He chided, but he wasn't that opposed to the idea, judging by the hardening bulge pressing into the skin just below my belly button. And if he was so opposed, why did he let me drag him to our bedroom?
After we were done, I pressed my head into his chest, my burning body pressed against his ever-cold one. My chest was heaving, fighting for a full breath while his chest was still except for his deep, even breaths. He wasn't exhausted whatsoever, and that made me both excited and sad. Sad because we were so different. I was nothing special, just a mortal that needed to waste time to sleep, needed to rest. I got overwhelmed so easily, he could last for hours. For days, if he wanted to. That was the part that got me excited. Maybe one of these days I would ask him to keep going until I pass out...
"Are you alright, love?" He brushed a piece of hair out of my face. "Was I too rough?" I looked up at his handsome face and saw how worried he was.
"No, it was perfect," My voice cracked and came out all hoarse, to my embarrassment. He didn't seem to mind, however, he just nuzzled his face into my hair and sighed.
"Tell me what you're thinking," he breathed so softly I almost didn't hear him. "Please."
I shifted uncomfortably and he pulled back, looking into my face. I felt my face heat up at his staring. "I'm just... I wish I was like you." I said, skirting past the word Vampire.
He blinked, considering what I said, and then nodded slowly, lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed. "I know," he finally spoke after a minute of silence. "I know that's what you want. But, Renesmee-"
"I know, Edward." I stopped him, this conversation too painful to continue.
"You know I would do anything to be human again. To grow old with you and have as many kids with you as we want. You know how much I want it," His voice cracked and tears began to well in my eyes. "But it can't be done. And I know you want to be a Vampire, Bella, but think of Renesmee. She's getting older every day and I d-don't-" His lip trembled and I put my hand over his mouth before he could sob.
"I know, Edward. I understand. And you're right," Tears were now fully streaming down my cheeks. "But it's hard to not want that."
"I know," He whispered under my hand. He reached his cold fingers up to wipe the tears from my face, but I didn't let him. I buried my head in his chest and wrapped my arms tight around his waist. He hesitated for a moment before his muscular arms were around my shoulders, giving an incredibly soft squeeze. I thought about how much tighter he could hold me if my mortal body wasn't so fragile before I fell completely asleep.
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