-Renesmee-

"Jacksonville?" I asked Jake.
"Bella wants you to meet Renee," Jake said.
"Who's that?" I had no idea who this Renee person was.
"Bella's mother. Your grandmother. Up till now, she had no idea you even existed."

I was speechless.

"Why am I meeting her then?" I managed to say. "She'll get mad at Bella for leaving her out of the life of her grandchild."

"Bella didn't want to leave her out of your life any longer." Jake said, pulling into the driveway of a small white house with faded yellow trimming and pale green shutters.

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I was nervously biting my lip, my hands were clasped in my lap, my eyes cast down.

"It'll be okay," Jake said, putting his arm around my shoulder.

I nervously got out, and told Jacob I'd rather he waited in the car.

I crossed the driveway to the pale yellow door. Nervously, I began fiddling with the bottom of my pale lavender shirt, and rang the doorbell.

A tall, pale brunette woman with her hair tied back into a loose knot on tuktok of her head answered the door. With a shock, I recognised some of the features my own mother had.

"My name is Renesmee Cullen." I met her eyes, and at the segundo I did, I saw recognition, pain, hurt, anger, and sadness flash across her eyes in three seconds. I had her eyes.

"My mom is Bella. My dad is Edward," I continued.

Unnecessary sentence. How could I be the child of anyone else; with my bronze hair and deep brown eyes?

Shaking slightly, Renee stretched her hand out, as if to touch my shoulder, confirm that I was real.