-Edward-
"It will be fine," Bella says again.
I don't answer. I don't need to.
Renesmee turns, as if sensing my thoughts, and, gathering from her own, she has.
"Dad, I am not going to cease to exist."
"I know."
"So please stop worrying." Her brow creases slightly, just as Bella's used to.
Drifting up the stairs slowly, the sound of the piano playing the particular song I had composed for Renesmee, sounded.
"Ready to go?" Bella asks Renesmee.
"Almost," she replies. "Just give me a segundo to stop hyperventilating."
"Great," Bella says, giving Renesmee one last hug before she hurries downstairs. Rosalie...
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