"I'm thirsty." Renesmee said quietly, looking at everyone in the room to see if she would get any response. She may have had the physical body of a fifteen year old, but to me, she was still my little girl. "I think I'm going to go hunting now." I noticed that. She knew she wasn't allowed to go hunting alone. She was trying to be sneaky and not draw attention to herself so that when she returned, she could say that she had told everyone she was going. Did she think I was stupid?

"Oh no your not."

"Momma-"

"Renesmee, it's too dangerous and you know I'll worry about you."

"But just because I'm thirsty, doesn't mean that someone else is. Why do you force people to come with me hunting when they're not even thirsty?"

"Renesmee," Edward said firmly when he had seen the situation getting out of hand. Renesmee and I have argued about this before. She turned to Edward, a little shocked, and smiled softly at me. She was apologizing and she knew I would forgive. I always did. After all, she was still my little girl.

"I'll take you hunting." Edward said, putting down the book Jasper had lent him.

Edward held the door open for Nessie, who walked out with her arms crossed. I could see that she still wasn't thrilled with being taken to go hunting by someone but she would cope, I assumed. I walked up to the glass door and listened closely when I heard, "Can you make it over the river by yourself?" Edward asked. Renesmee had tried before with jumping over the river in one leap. Lets just say that she got a little wet.

"I'm not really sure," She responded, a little ashamed.

Edward held out his hand and she looked at it as if she were contemplating on taking her chances or going the easy way. Suddenly, Edward yanked his hand back and watched her with cautious eyes. "I'm sorry Renesmee, I know me and your mother treat you like a little girl sometimes. If you want to jump on your own you can." She smiled at his concern and held out her hand. "Oh, your not too old to hold your old man's hand?" I laughed at that and realized that if I could have cried, I would have been. I watched as they leaped, hand in hand, over the river. Even after they reached the other side they did not let go of each other. And I realized for the first time, Edward was struggling with letting go of his little girl as well.