❝𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞.❞
Tallulah Delacruz is a girl with a dream. The dream of becoming a prima ballerina. But her dreams are crushed when her parents force her to move to Forks, Washington.
Only...
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𝚃 𝙷 𝚁 𝙴 𝙴
MY DAUGHTER CLAPS HER SMALL HANDS WITH A SMILE ON HER FACE. "Mamma, è stato fantastico. Fallo ancora." I raise my eyebrows with a smile. "Again? Really?" She nods her head and I sigh, rolling my ankles around. "Your Italian is improving, I'm proud of you la mia bambina." Claretta giggles at the nickname and I press the pointe shoes into the floor as I stretch my feet.
Jasper mentioned to Claretta how I used to be a ballerina, and now Claretta won't stop asking me to show her ballet. I let out a sigh before smiling. I posé to arabesque as I decide to show her Aurora's Act 1 Variation from Sleeping Beauty. My body flows gently and delicately as I dance and the love for ballet flows through my body with each movement.
The door of the dance studio Jasper built into our home opens and he steps inside and moves to sit beside Claretta who crosses her legs and leans against her hands to watch me. "Isn't mamma beautiful?" Jasper asks our daughter and a smile breaks onto my face.
After a few moments I land in a delicate pose and hold the position for three counts before breaking from my stance and smiling at my daughter and husband. "Mamma, can you teach me?" I scan my eyes over her physical frame, physically she looks to be around two or three, which is the age most dancers start.
I smile at my daughter. "Of course, are you sure though? Ballet is hard work?" I'm not going to be like my mother. I'm not going to force her to do this. I'm not going to give her less food. I'm not going to give her an eating disorder. I want to be able to teach her ballet, to share my love for it with my daughter. But I'm terrified by doing that I will turn into my parents.
And that is my greatest fear.
Jasper changes my mood with his gift and throws me a kind look. I move over to him and he places a kiss to my temple before mumbling, "You aren't going to turn into your parents, you're nothing like them." He says softly and I smile slightly at him. Claretta tugs my hand gently.
"Could you teach me, mamma? Pleaseeeeeee." She drags on her beg and I sigh. "Alright, I'll teach you. But we'll have to start from the beginning, and if you don't like it at any point, or want to stop, just let mamma know." Claretta nods with a wide smile and I gently brush a hand through her curls, my curls.
"Okay, first things first, we have to tame this hair and get it into a bun."
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Claretta doesn't sleep. Unlike Renesmee who sleeps half of the time, Claretta doesn't. She doesn't have much of a craving for human food, more of a craving for blood. I believe it's because Jasper and I are vampires, and Bella was human.
For the past day Claretta has being going over everything I taught her non stop. How to tendu properly, how to pliè with the legs turned out without your knees or ankles collapsing inwards. How to keep your chest open and shoulders back, but forward enough to not make your shoulder blades join in the back.
She's learning quickly, and she's good.
She has a lot of potential, much like I had. She takes on every correction I give her and changes it in an instant. For the past twelve hours we've been in the dance studio and even though she's got the body of a three year old, she has the dance capability of a dancer in grade three, which are typically nine year olds and over. For her to be three and be this good... it's amazing. She's just like I was.
"Claretta, mio cara. I think we should stop for today." She pouts at my words. "But mammaaaa, I like it." She says and I smile softly at her. "I know you do, but we will continue another day." She nods and smiles happily and takes my hand. "Mamma, how do I take this bun out? The gel is making my head stiff." She wines and I smile. She's growing so fast and it's worrying me.
"I'll show you, mamma needs to take her hair out too." Claretta smiles at me and I take her into the bathroom. I pick her up and gently place her on a counter next to the sink. "First you want to take off the bun net." I show her and slip the dark coloured net from my hair. Claretta copies me and places the net to the side.
"Then the pins." I pull them from my hair and put them on the counter. Claretta does the same. "And now take out the bobble and shake your hair around." She giggles and I slip the bobble from my hair and shake my fingers through my curls, separating the gel. My hair puffs and Claretta's does the same.
I feel Jasper standing by the door and take a glance at him. He leans against the door frame with his arms folded and a smile on his face as he stares at Claretta and I. Jasper chuckles at mine and Claretta's poofed up curls. He takes his phone from his pocket and I spin Claretta around and place her on my hip as Jasper takes photos of us.
Claretta giggles and squirms in my grip. I laugh and place her on the ground. She runs up to Jasper and jumps into his arms. He catches her and holds onto her tightly and spins her around. She laughs out and I smile at the two of them.
I love my family, but I can't help fearing that I'll turn into my parents.
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A/N- I actually adore Tallulah, and I feel like she's matured as a character and I'm here for it.
Translations- Mamma, that was amazing. Do it again.
