"I don't know how much we should tell Renee about this," Charlie said, hesitating with one foot out thedoor. He stretched, and then his stomach growled.

　　I nodded. "I know, i don't want to freak her out. Better to protect her. This stuff isn't for thefainthearted."His lips twisted up to the side ruefully. "I would have tried to protect you, too, if I'd known how. But Iguess you've never fit into the fainthearted category, have you?"I smiled back, pulling a blazing breath in through my teeth.

　　Charlie patted his stomach absently. "I'll think of something. We've got time to discuss this, right?""Right," I promised him.

　　It had been a long day in some ways, and so short in others. Charlie was late for dinner—SueClearwater was cooking for him and Billy. That was going to be an awkward evening, but at least he'dbe eating real food; I was glad someone was trying to keep him from starving due to his lack of cookingability.

　　All day the tension had made the minutes pass slowly; Charlie had never relaxed the stiff set of hisshoulders. But he'd been in no hurry to leave, either. He'd watched two whole games—thankfully soabsorbed in his thoughts that he was totally oblivious to Emmett's suggestive jokes that got more pointedand less football-related with each aside—and the after-game commentaries, and then the news, notmoving until Seth had reminded him of the time.

　　"You gonna stand Billy and my mom up, Charlie? C'mon. Bella and Nessie'll be here tomorrow. Let'sget some grub, eh?"It had been clear in Charlie's eyes that he hadn't trusted Seth's assessment, but he'd let Seth lead the wayout. The doubt was still there as he paused now. The clouds were thinning, the rain gone. The sun mighteven make an appearance just in time to set.

　　"Jake says you guys were going to take off on me," he muttered to me now.

　　"I didn't want to do that if there was any way at all around it. That's why we're still here.""He said you could stay for a while, but only if I'm tough enough, and if I can keep my mouth shut.""Yes... but I can't promise that we'll never leave, Dad. It's pretty complicated___""Need to know," he reminded me.

　　"Right.""You'll visit, though, if you have to go?""I promise, Dad. Now that you know/usf enough, I think this can work. I'll keep as close as you want."He chewed on his lip for half a second, then leaned slowly toward me with his arms cautiously extended.

　　I shifted Renesmee—napping now—to my left arm, locked my teeth, held my breath, and wrapped myright arm very lightly around his warm, soft waist.

　　"Keep real close, Bells," he mumbled. "Real close.""Love you, Dad," I whispered through my teeth.

　　He shivered and pulled away. I dropped my arm.

　　"Love you, too, kid. Whatever else has changed, that hasn't." He touched one finger to Renesmee's pinkcheek. "She sure looks a lot like you."I kept my expression casual, though I felt anything but. "More like Edward, I think." I hesitated, and thenadded, "She has your curls."Charlie started, then snorted. "Huh. Guess she does. Huh. Grandpa." He shook his head doubtfully. "DoI ever get to hold her?"I blinked in shock and then composed myself. After considering for a half second and judgingRenesmee's appearance—she looked completely out—I decided that I might as well push my luck to thelimit, since things were going so well today___"Here," I said, holding her out to him. He automatically made an awkward cradle with his arms, and Itucked Renesmee into it. His skin wasn't quite as hot as hers, but it made my throat tickle to feel thewarmth flowing under the thin membrane. Where my white skin brushed him it left goose bumps. I wasn'tsure if this was a reaction to my new temperature or totally psychological.

　　Charlie grunted quietly as he felt her weight. "She's... sturdy."I frowned. She felt feather-light to me. Maybe my measure was off.

　　"Sturdy is good," Charlie said, seeing my expression. Then he muttered to himself, "She'll need to betough, surrounded by all this craziness." He bounced his arms gently, swaying a little from side to side.

　　"Prettiest baby I ever saw, including you, kid. Sorry, but it's true.""I know it is.""Pretty baby," he said again, but it was closer to a coo this time.

　　I could see it in his face—I could watch it growing there. Charlie was just as helpless against her magicas the rest of us. Two seconds in his arms, and already she owned him.

　　"Can I come back tomorrow?""Sure, Dad. Of course. We'll be here.""You'd better be," he said sternly, but his face was soft, still gazing at Renesmee. "See you tomorrow,Nessie.""Not you, too!""Huh?""Her name is Renesmee. Like Renee and Esme, put together. No variations." I struggled to calm myselfwithout the deep breath this time. "Do you want to hear her middle name?""Sure.""Carlie. With a C. Like Carlisle and Charlie put together."Charlie's eye-creasing grin lit up his face, taking me off guard. "Thanks, Bells.""Thank you, Dad. So much has changed so quickly. My head hasn't stopped spinning. If I didn't haveyou now, I don't know how I'd keep my grip on—on reality." I'd been about to say my grip on who Iwas. That was probably more than he needed.

　　Charlie's stomach growled.

　　"Go eat, Dad. We will be here." I remembered how it felt, that first uncomfortable immersion in fantasy—the sensation that everything would disappear in the light of the rising sun.

　　Charlie nodded and then reluctantly returned Renesmee to me. He glanced past me into the house; hiseyes were a little wild for a minute as he stared around the big bright room. Everyone was still there,besides Jacob, who I could hear raiding the refrigerator in the kitchen; Alice was lounging on the bottomstep of the staircase with Jasper's head in her lap; Carlisle had his head bent over a fat book in his lap;Esme was humming to herself, sketching on a notepad, while Rosalie and Emmett laid out the foundationfor a monumental house of cards under the stairs; Edward had drifted to his piano and was playing verysoftly to himself. There was no evidence that the day was coming to a close, that it might be time to eat orshift activities in preparation for evening. Something intangible had changed in the atmosphere. TheCullens weren't trying as hard as they usually did—the human charade had slipped ever so slightly,enough for Charlie to feel the difference.

　　He shuddered, shook his head, and sighed. "See you tomorrow, Bella." He frowned and then added, "Imean, it's not like you don't look... good. I'll get used to it.""Thanks, Dad."Charlie nodded and walked thoughtfully toward his car. I watched him drive away; it wasn't until I heardhis tires hit the freeway that I realized I'd done it. I'd actually made it through the whole day withouthurting Charlie. All by myself. I must have a superpower!

　　It seemed too good to be true. Could I really have both my new family and some of my old as well?

　　And I'd thought that yesterday had been perfect.

　　"Wow," I whispered. I blinked and felt the third set of contact lenses disintegrate.

　　The sound of the piano cut off, and Edward's arms were around my waist, his chin resting on myshoulder.

　　"You took the word right out of my mouth.""Edward, i did it!""You did. You were unbelievable. All that worrying over being a newborn, and then you skip italtogether.'7He laughed quietly.

　　"I'm not even sure she's really a vampire, let alone a newborn," Emmett called from under the stairs.

　　"She's too tame."All the embarrassing comments he'd made in front of my father sounded in my ears again, and it wasprobably a good thing I was holding Renesmee. Unable to help my reaction entirely, I snarled under mybreath.

　　"Oooo, scary," Emmett laughed.

　　I hissed, and Renesmee stirred in my arms. She blinked a few times, then looked around, her expressionconfused. She sniffed, then reached for my face.

　　"Charlie will be back tomorrow," I assured her.

　　"Excellent," Emmett said. Rosalie laughed with him this time.

　　"Not brilliant, Emmett," Edward said scornfully, holding out his hands to take Renesmee from me. Hewinked when I hesitated, and so, a little confused, I gave her to him.

　　"What do you mean?" Emmett demanded.

　　"It's a little dense, don't you think, to antagonize the strongest vampire in the house?"Emmett threw his head back and snorted. "Please!""Bella," Edward murmured to me while Emmett listened closely, "do you remember a few months ago, Iasked you to do me a favor once you were immortal?"That rang a dim bell. I sifted through the blurry human conversation............