More Than My Own Life (Twilight Fanfiction)

Our Lullaby

As I sat in the unfamiliar bedroom, I cursed my sympathetic weakness. As upset as I was, though, I had to admit that the room was beautiful. The walls were not exactly white, but more of a pearly color. There was a huge bookshelf that covered the entire wall, and the bed was one of the largest I had ever seen. The color of the bedding matched the heavy velvet curtains, which gracefully brushed against the floor

But beautiful or not, this wasn't my bedroom. It was foreign territory, and I had a huge disadvantage. I glanced at the door, eager to escape Bella and Edward's bedroom. That's when I saw it. Hanging above their door were two connected a blown-up pictures. Bella and Edward looked as content as I had ever seen them. And there, right between them, was me. 

The shock of seeing the picture took my breath away. Just like my parents, I looked happier than anytime I could ever remember. For the first time, I could see the family that I had once been apart of. I could understand why it was so painful for Edward when I tried to avoid him. There had been a time when I adored him, a time when I felt comfortable enough to let him hold me. A new memory ran through my mind, strong and clear. 

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I was sitting on a piano stool, looking at the keys. No. Not just looking at them. I was playing them, my tiny fingers moving quickly.

The melody fell from my fingerprints with ease. Suddenly, someone behind me started humming the tune as well. I turned around, excited.

"Daddy! Come play with me!"

Edward smiled at me, and I scooted over to give him room on the bench. As he slid in next to me, I started playing a new song. It was hauntingly beautiful, and so familiar. 

"Ah." Edward sighed and closed his eyes. "Your Mama's lullaby. I wrote it for her, you know. I used to sing it to her every night." His fingers joined mine on the piano keys, and we played together in perfect harmony.

I looked over at him, not needing to see the keys. I knew this song by heart.

"Well now you sing it to me, Daddy. So it's my lullaby." I paused for a moment, thinking. "Actually Daddy, I think it's our lullaby. All three of ours. It's mine, and it's yours, and it's Mamas."

Arms circled me from behind, and I smiled up at Bella's gentle face. "Yes, baby." Bella said. "It's our lullaby."

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The memory left me gasping for breath. Despite my shock, I tore my eyes away from the pictures as Edward walked back into the room. He had been in the huge closet with Bella, looking for something. Smiling at me, he asked, "Here, Renesmee. I have something to show you." Bella flew over to the bed and sat next to me. Edward sat on the opposite side, trapping me in the middle. I forced myself to stay calm. Safe. I was safe.

Edward handed me a large leather book. I ran my fingers over the material. Bella tapped on the cover eagerly. "Open it, baby." I slowly opened the cover of the book, taking in the hand-written words on the first page.

"Blowing winds and flowing stream, 

Bring my child home to me.

Let her know not of grief and pain,

But of the rainbow that follows the rain. 

Loved in life, loved still in death,

Let flowers grow where these tears were wept.

Let her soul be guided to the stars up above,

Led by the wings of a Mother's love."

Tears prickled at my eyes as I read the poem. Glancing over, I saw Bella staring at me, waiting for my reaction. "It was from your vigil." She whispered. "After so many years, everybody had assumed that you were gone. They told me that I had to let go or I would never heal." Bella laughed, but it sounded more like a broken sob. Edward reached behind me, taking hold of his wife's hand.