Nessie's point of view:

I sighed as I stood up to go to the bathroom again for the third time tonight. I slowly walked to the bathroom so I wouldn't bump into anything. I felt the baby roll around in my stomach, making me grin like crazy. It had just started to move, and I loved the feeling.

"Are you awake, little one?" I whispered to my belly.

I felt a light fluttering before it stopped.

"You're going to wake mommy a lot kicking against my bladder like that, did you know that?" I asked.

I giggled when I felt the roll against my tummy again.

"Are you talking to yourself?" a voice asked from behind me.

Jacob stood at the doorway to the bathroom.

"No," I said over my shoulder as I washed my hands. "The baby's moving."

"Again?"

Jacob frowned as he walked toward me. I used the towel to dry my hands and turned to face him. He put his hands on my hips, pulling me close to him. His brows furrowed together. I traced his eyebrows, smoothing out the wrinkles that said he was worried. I put my hand on his cheek.

Why are you worried?

"I just … worry because," he whispered, "I keep thinking of how sick your mom got."

"You and Daddy are so similar sometimes," I muttered, pushing past him to get back into bed.

"I think going through the pregnancy with your mom still stresses us out," Jacob explained. "IF you had to go through that too, I don't know …"

"But I'm not." I crossed my arms as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"I know, but what if …"

"It's only one-fourth vampire." I cut him off, "and I'm stronger than Mom was."

"Just normal for imprints to worry." Jacob crawled back into bed, yawning.

"Leah didn't have any complications." I turned toward Jacob, raising an eyebrow.

"She had to be on bed rest and slept all the time. Felix was always on edge."

I yawned. I was exhausted still, even though I'd gone to bed early. Lying down, my eyes grew heavy. Jacob's big hand came to touch my rounded belly. I sighed as his large hand cupped my flesh.

"What time are we meeting Carlisle?" Jacob asked.

"At ten." I grinned. "Are you ready to find out if it's a boy or a girl?"

"Mmhmm, and you know he's a boy."

"That's the same thing my mom said about me." Grinning, I burrowed into his arms.

"Night, Ness." He kissed my lips before falling asleep.

I sighed as I fell into a deep sleep. Moments later, I felt Jacob's warm lips kissing my forehead. I pushed him away and rolled over, intending to go back to sleep.

"Ness, it's nine." Jacob's warm arm wound around me. "We need to get going."

I groaned. "How am I still tired?"

"Because you're growing my child." Jacob's warm breath tickled my ear.

"I like the sound of that," I said, not caring if I sounded like a sap. "You owe me a nap then."

Jacob laughed. I sighed as I turned over and rested my head on his chest. A deep rumble came from under my ear as I intertwined our hands.

"Do you want me to go start the shower?" he asked after a long moment.

"I guess." I moaned.

I rolled over again and sat up, my bump slowing my movement.

"Make it hot as it can go," I called as Jacob went into the bathroom.

"Of course." He grinned at me over his shoulder, making me melt. I loved that grin, and it was part of the reason why I was pregnant now, too.

I pulled my socks off my swollen ankles. I flexed my feet, grimacing at the fact that I had three more months to go of swollen, painful feet. I entered the bathroom, pulling off my pajamas and panties, and put them in my drawer next to the shower so I could grab them easily tonight. The bathroom was full of steam, making the mirrors fog up. Jacob stood at the sink, brushing his teeth. I stepped into the shower. Hot water ran over my body, and I sighed.

I loved how relaxed I felt from the shower, and I'd been very tense, especially in my lower back. Grandpa said it was because I'm so petite. I finished my shower quickly, wishing I had more time under the hot spray, but at the same time I felt eager to find out the gender of the baby. I dressed in a simple, comfortable outfit-one of Jacob's t-shirts and jeans. I knew that I'd get an ear full from Aunt Alice, but I didn't care. I poured Jacob and I bowls of cereal and started eating my meal slowly.

"Cereal again?" Jacob asked.

"You know I don't feel like cooking." I narrowed my eyes at Jacob. "You can cook next time."

"Okay, okay." He sat heavily in his seat. "Just wanted something more."

"I'm sure Grandma will have something ready."

"I'm sure she will, but hopefully Brady will leave me some."

"You sure are whiny when you're hungry." I rolled my eyes.

"You knew what you were getting into when you moved in." Jacob winked at me.

I couldn't help but laugh. We ate our breakfast, discussing baby items and my plans for the wedding. When finished, we put our bowls in the dishwasher and I quickly put on my shoes, my baby bump getting in the way. I jumped in the car with my purse, excited to learn the gender, and hopefully they weren't being shy today. On the way over, the baby started to kick up again. My fingers pressed into the spot where they movement was.

"Is the baby kicking again? Jacob asked when we stopped at a light.

"Yes, here."

I picked up his large hand and placed it where the baby was kicking. A big grin crossed his face. He looked beautiful.

"I can't believe we're having a baby," he whispered.

"I know."

Tears filled my eyes, and Jacob leaned forward to kiss me.

"I love you, Ness," Jacob said, against my lips.

"I love you too."

A car honked behind us, making me jump. Jacob drove forward, keeping his hand on my belly. We pulled into Grandma and Grandpa's house, where Mom was waiting out front. As soon as the car stopped, she was by my door, and I opened it to give her a hug. I'd always been close to Mom, but I missed her more than normal since I became pregnant.

"Mom." I breathed in her comforting sent as I hugged her. "I missed you so much."

"Me too, sweetie."

Mom kissed my hair. I put my hand on her cheek, Isis he better today? I asked through my gift.

"I'm not sure." Mom sighed as she pulled away far enough to look at my face. "He's so stubborn."

"I just miss him too," I whispered.
"He's going shopping with us today. There's hope I suppose."

I nodded. The baby kicked against me.

"Hey now, don't kick Grandma," I muttered.

"Does the baby do that a lot?" Mom asked, touching my belly.

"It's starting to move more and more." I laughed. "I think it likes being a part of things."

Mom laughed too.

"Come on, we'd better go. I hear your grandfather turning on his equipment."

"Will you come with me?" I asked.

"Of course."

"Grandpa thinks we'll be able to tell the gender today," I said, holding Mom's hand as we walked inside.

"Oh I hope so." Mom squeezed my hand. "You seem excited."

"I'm so excited, Mom." I squeezed her hand back. "Aunt Alice is going to help me with the nursery when we get back from the honeymoon."

"I'd love to join you."

"Oh, you have to, Mom."

Mom wrapped her arm around my waist. We approached Grandpa's office, where he waited for us by the doorway. "Good morning, Renesmee," Grandpa said.

"Morning, Grandpa."

I stepped out of Mom's hold to give Grandpa a hug.

"How's my girl today?" he muttered in my ear.

"Tired, but good." I squeezed him tight and sighed.

"I think you came just to hug me today," Grandpa said after I stood hugging him for several moments.

"Can't help it. I'm hormonal and want to hug my Grandpa." I shrugged and laughed as I pulled way.

He laughed too. Come on in. Let's see if you're having a girl or boy."

"Hopefully it isn't feeling shy today," I said.

"I'm sure we'll get something, my dear."

I hopped up onto the exam table and pulled up my shirt.

"You've gotten bigger," Grandpa said, measuring my belly with his tape measure.

"I said the same thing and got my head bitten off," Jacob said under his breath.

"That's because you said fat and you didn't have a tape measure," I replied as Jacob stepped up next to me.

Jacob snorted as we watched Grandpa write down his measurements.

"Now for the exciting part." Grandpa pulled out his ultrasound machine.

After pouring get onto my belly, he put the monitor to it. I bit my lip as the screen showed my baby. The heartbeat came thumping on the screen.

"The heart sounds strong," I said to Grandpa.

"It does. A little fast, but that's to be expected."

"And they grew too," I said. "The head got bigger."

"Yes, there." Grandpa pointed.

"I still don't know how you two can read these," Jacob muttered.

"I've been doing this for centuries, and Ness has helped with how many pregnancies now?" Grandpa asked.

"About thirty-five." I shrugged. "I'm looking forward to getting back into being a midwife again when this one's old enough."

"Oh I think we have a clue as to what you're having." Grandpa moved the monitor around.

"Oh, oh, I was hoping that … oh, Grandpa," I said, tears filling my eyes and my voice breaking.

"What?" Jacob asked. "What do you see?"

"We're having a girl." Tears fell down my cheeks. "We're having a little girl, Jake."

"Oh, baby." He kissed me. "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

He brushed my tears away as he held my hand.

Grandpa cleaned my belly, squeezed my shoulder, and said, "I'm going to print out your pictures, sweetie. I'll be right back."

I adjusted my clothes and sat up.

"Mom, I'm having a girl," I said reaching my hand out for her.

"Oh, I can't wait to meet my little granddaughter." Mom beamed, moving next to me.

I hugged her tight as she held me. I'd never been happier.

"Here are your pictures, Ness." I let go of Mom and saw Grandpa holding pictures in his hand.

He handed me three of them. The top one was of her head.

"Oh, I'm going to frame this when I get home," I said. "Look, Mom! Here's her head."

"I hope you made copies, Carlisle. I'd like to have pictures of my granddaughter, too," Mom old Grandpa.

"Of course. I made extra or Esme would kill me, and I thought you'd like them too." Grandpa handed her three pictures as well.

"I'm going to go show Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie," I said, hoping down off the bed.

I made my way downstairs to find Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie sitting at the kitchen table. Arian, a hybrid who Aunt Rosalie and Uncle Emmett adopted, sat in Aunt Rosalie's lap, coloring in a coloring book. Next to the book sat a picture of her and Uncle Jasper reading a book with a little white dog.

"Ness, I read with Charlie," she said, holding up her picture. In the picture a small, white dog sat next to them, while Arian read a book as she sat in Uncle Jasper's lap.

"Oh?" I asked, looking at Aunt Rose, who was grinning like crazy; she was crazy about her daughter. "Where was this?"

"At the bookstore, Ness," Arian said before Aunt Rose could say anything. "Uncle Jasper said we can go read to Charlie again next week."

"Oh my goodness, Arian. I bet you two will have a great time."

She grinned widely.

"I hear you have pictures of our great niece to show us," Aunt Alice said.

"Here they are." I moved to stand between my aunts. "There is the head, there!" I pointed.

"Oh, look you can see her little hand!" Aunt Alice gushed. "Oh, I can't wait to set up your nursery, Ness."

"Ness, is that your baby?" Arian asked in a curious voice.

"Yes, sweetie, that is. This is a picture of her head." I pointed to the second picture.

"And your baby is a little girl?"

"Yes she is. We could tell that from the pictures."

"How did you get the pictures?" Her face scrunched up.

"Grandpa has a special machine that lets us get pictures of our insides," I explained.

"She's very lucky to have you as a mommy," Arian said.

"Oh, that's a very nice thing for you to say, Arian," I said, kissing her cheek.

She ducked her head shyly but looked pleased at my comment and she went back to coloring.

"Are you ready for shopping?" Aunt Alice asked.

"Yes, I'm looking forward to getting everything finished," I said, sitting down.

"And I'll get to plan everything out then." Aunt Alice grinned wickedly at me.

"Just as long as you don't go too crazy." I narrowed my eyes.

"You are just like your mother." Aunt Alice frowned and sighed.

"At least you get to plan something," Aunt Rosalie said quietly and winked at me.

I giggled when Grandma walked in, carrying her copy of her pictures in her hands.

"Oh, Ness. Your grandfather just gave me the pictures. Oh another girl in the family," Grandma said, hugging me.

"I think girls run in our family," I joked.

"We'll need Edward to get down here, and we can go." Alice clasped her hands.

"Are you ready to go, Grandma?" I asked. "I need you there to rein your daughter in."

Aunt Alice snorted when Dad came into the room.

"Daddy," I said. "Come look at the baby."

He walked over to me with a sad smile on his face, something that he did every time we talked about the baby.

"I'm having a girl," I said.

"Oh, darling, that's wonderful." He kissed the top of my head.

I hugged him close to me for a long moment before letting go.

"I heard you're going shopping with us today?" I told him when we pulled away.

"Yes, and I need to get my tux as well. I thought we could choose it together," he said quietly.

"I'd really like that, Daddy."

"Ness?" Arian asked.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Are you going to help me too" she asked, her blue eyes widened.

"Yes. That's why I'm here; to help you find a pretty dress."

"Just like yours?"

"No, honey. Yours will be very special."

"Oh." She turned toward Rosalie. "Mommy, I'm going to get a special dress."

"You'll look gorgeous, Arian." Rosalie kissed the top of Arian's head.

"We'd better get going," Aunt Alice said, bouncing in her seat.

"Not too much, Alice," Jacob warned.

He stood from the kitchen door frame, his large arms crossed against his chest.

"I know, I know. Why do you think Edward's coming?" Aunt Alice stopped her foot. "Stupid, foolish men."

"You know how protective we are, Alice," Edward muttered as we made our way to the cars.

Jacob stopped me at the door. "I'll see you at home." Jacob kissed me. "I love you."

"I love you too." Standing on my toes, I kissed him again.

"Ness, come on," Aunt Alice called.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

I waved to Jacob and followed my family out to our cars. I rode in Dad's car while he drove Mom, Aunt Alice, and I.

"So, we're looking for shoes, Edward's tux, Arian's and Abby's dresses, your shoes, Ness, and accessories for the bridal party," Aunt Alice explained. "We need to make sure any jewelry matches this gun metal gray."

"Aunt Alice, we know. We were there when we chose the color, remember?" I said.

She humped and crossed her arms.

"You act like it's your wedding," I muttered.

"You only get married once," she retorted.

"How many weddings have you and Aunt Rose had?"

"That's different."

"Now children …" Dad interjected.

"She started it," I muttered.

Daddy sighed. After an hour drive, we pulled into the mall that Aunt Alice deemed 'good' enough for wedding shopping. I stood, bracing myself for the long day ahead. We found a spot after driving around the parking lot several times.

"Ness!" Ashley, Seth's imprint and my best friend, waved across the parking lot at me, with Seth and Ashley's four year old, Abby wiggling in her arms.

I waved in response.

"Gamma! Gamma!" Abby yelled at Grandma.

"Hello, my darling." Esme waved at Abby.

We met the two in the middle.

"Hi, Gamma." Abby hugged Grandma.

"Hello, my love." Grandma carried Abby into the store with us.

"I be shop wif you?" Abby asked.

"Yes, you're going to shop with me." Grandma hugged her close.

"Yay!"

"So, what are you having?" Ashley asked as we started walking next to each other.

"A girl." I smiled widely. "I'm so excited."

"It sounds like Seth's going to win the bet then."

"What bet?" I stopped walking and turned toward Ashley.

"The guys had a bet at what'd you'd be having," Ashley explained as she stopped next to me. "I think they do it with every pregnancy."

We started walking again and we walked into the large bridal store.

"Oh, good grief," I said. "Any excuse to have a bet."

"All right, first off, Edward's tux," Alice said. "Which shouldn't be hard. Ness and I will check out styles. The rest of you start looking through the jewelry."

"Let's get started," I grumbled, wanting to get this day over with.

Dad and I followed Aunt Alice as we walked toward the men's section. Aunt Alice stepped up to the counter and gave her name.

"Hi, I'm Alice Cullen. I was here last week, looking for tuxes."

The receptionist's face instantly lit up.

"Of course. We have the suits set aside that you asked for," she said. "Follow me."

They led us to a private room with three white bags hanging on the walls as well as ties and vests in varying shades of gray.

"I hope everything is what you were expecting, Ms. Cullen," the sales lady said to Aunt Alice.

"Yes, everything looks perfect. Thank you," Aunt Alice said.

"I'm sure glad I can make the bride happy," she said while looking at Alice.

"Actually, it's my sister's wedding," Alice said sharply while gesturing to me.

"Oh, of course. I'm sorry to assume," she fumbled. "If you'll come this way, Mr. Cullen. I have those tuxes for you to try on."

"I'll be back in a moment." Dad smiled at me.

I can't wait to see you in your tux, Daddy, I thought.

"Me too, baby girl," Dad said loud enough for us to hear only.

I grinned as I sat on the sofa, running my hand over my belly. She was calm, and assumed she was asleep.

"I wish I could be in there to make sure he has it right," Aunt Alice said, bouncing on her feet.

"I can dress myself, Alice," Daddy said again in the same volume.

I laughed at my aunt as she sat heavily on the couch, folding her arms.

"If I was in there, I'd already know which one you'd wear." Aunt Alice grumbled.

"And what, I don't get to see what he's wearing," I argued.

"Of course you'd see the final one, Ness." Aunt Alice touched my arm. "I'm not heartless."

I snorted. "Come on. I'd like to see him in everything, Aunt Alice."

"Fine, fine." She huffed and crossed her legs.

I laughed again when Dad stepped out of the dressing room. He wore a black tux with a matching light gray tie and vest.

Oh, Daddy, you look so handsome, I thought.

"Hmm, no, not that vest and tie, though," Aunt Alice said. "Try the darker one."

Dad rolled his eyes as he dashed back into the dressing room. A few moments later, he came back out with the darker gray vest on. He looked so handsome, exactly how I wanted Daddy to look on my wedding day.

"Oh, Daddy," I whispered as tears filled my eyes.

I was getting married and I'd have to leave my Dad forever.

"Oh, sweetie," he replied in a soft voice and held out his arms. "I'm always here for you."

"But, I'm-I'm getting married," I said, standing and nearly running to his arms, "and I can't be your baby anymore."

"Sweetheart, you'll always be my miracle, my baby girl." His arms wrapped around me as tears leaked out of my eyes. "Come now, sweetie."

"I'm sorry." I pulled away as I brushed away my tears. "I think we should get it because I cried on it."

Dad laughed. "If it's making you have that reaction, it's the one."

"Just like my dress," I said, smiling up at him.

"I'll go change and take it to the counter, Alice." Daddy sighed. "Your aunt wants to drag you away from me."

"Oh, goodness," I grumbled. "Please don't take long, okay."

"I won't." Dad gave me a one armed hug. "See you in a moment."

Aunt Alice and I left the men's area and headed over to the jewelry section, where Aunt Rosalie and Mom had made several possible choices. For an hour, I argued with Aunt Alice over choices before making a final decision; matching bracelets for my bridesmaids (Ashley, Tala, and Nina), jewelry for my flower girls (Abby and Arian), Mom, and myself.

"I'm starving," I muttered as we sat down at a fast food restaurant, "and my feet are killing me."

I took my flat off and rubbed my swollen ankle.

"You should wear better shoes, Renesmee," Dad scolded.

"They're easy to put on with me getting bigger," I argued, making Dad frown.

"Here is your food, dear," Grandma said, placing my salad in front of me.

"Thank you, Grandma." I smiled at her.

"Nessie, we are eating food together," Arian said, sitting on Rosalie's lap and holding up a grilled cheese sandwich.

I laughed. "And what did you order, Arian?"

"A grilled cheese sandwich. My sandwich is cut in half, and Grandma never does that," Arian explained. "And they gave me ketchup."

"Did they now?" I asked, laughing.

Arian bobbed her head up and down, curls bouncing. "Would you like an apple? They are very healthy for you and the baby." She held up an apple slice.

"I'd love one. Thank you, sweetie." I accepted the apple and took a bite.

"You need to eat your lunch, Arian," Aunt Rosalie said, smiling as she rested her cheek on her daughter's head.

"Okay, Mommy." Arian picked up half of her sandwich and dipped it in the ketchup.

I picked up my fork. Scooping up the biggest bit I could, I stuffed the food in my mouth. Aunt Rosalie made a face, making me giggle. After we finished lunch, we went over to the shoe area. I braced myself to fight with Aunt Alice, who'd insist on getting me heels. Normally, I wouldn't mind them, but by the time the wedding would be here, I'd be seven months pregnant with huge swollen ankles. I doubt I'd be able to tolerate them now.

"So, I came in here last week, and I've narrowed it down to three pairs," Aunt Alice said, pulling on my arm. "They're all gun metal grey. Wait til you see them, Ness."

"Slow down, Aunt Alice," I hissed as she tugged me. It was so hard, I nearly fell.

"Alice," Dad said, in warning.

"She's fine, Edward," she said, turning her head to give Dad a dirty look.

We stepped into the large area of wedding shoes; most were heels, which made me groan internally.

"So the three pairs have the colors we want," Aunt Alice said, picking up three pairs. "Yes, miss? We'd like these three shoes in gun metal gray, all in a size seven, please."

"Yes, ma'am," the sales lady said as she approached us.

The woman took the shoes and went to the back. All three were heals.

"Aunt Alice, I don't want heels," I said, sitting down in a chair.

"You only get married once, Ness." Aunt Alice stood and watched the door for the sales lady to return.

"I don't want heels," I grumbled, crossing my arms. "They'll kill my feet."

"You'll thank me," Aunt Alice said out of the corner of her mouth.

"Doubtful," I shot back.

"Here they are, miss," the sales lady said, stepping back into the room, arms filled with three boxes.

"Thank you." Aunt Alice took all three boxes and put them down at my feet and opened the first box. "Oh I love these shoes."

She held up a pair of heels with gray roses on the tip. I had to agree; they were gorgeous. If I wasn't pregnant with aching feet I'd jump on them. I sighed, pulling off my shoes. I put my feet into the shoes and stood. I wobbled as I walked around in them.

"Okay, let's try the next pair," Aunt Alice said when I sat in the chair.

I angrily pulled the shoes off and pulled on the second pair; a glittery peep toe. Again, I wobbled around in the heels.

"Aunt Alice, these are hurting my feet," I whined.

"I don't know why. You've always worn heels before," she chirped. "Let's try these on."

I shot her a look; stupid pixie. Daddy coughed. I put on the third heals-gun metal gray sandal pumps- and walked (more like stomped) around the room. My ankle twisted and I caught myself before I fell.

"I'm not getting these stupid heels, Aunt Alice!" I pulled off the shoes, grabbed my purse and shoes, and stormed out of the store.

I was so angry I didn't stop to apologize. I went out to Daddy's car, leaning against the passenger's side door when I got there.

"Renesmee?" Daddy's voice called out; it was laced with concern.

I turned away as I brushed away my tears of anger and frustration.

"Oh, honey." Daddy touched my shoulder, and I turned to hug him.

"Please don't make me get those horrid shoes," I whispered.

"We won't, sweetie." He hugged me close to him and kissed my head.

"Do you think I'm being silly?" I asked and pulled away.

"No," Daddy said. "You're hurting, and your aunt isn't listening to you. It's your day, not her's."

I nodded looking down. "Daddy, will you take me home."

"Are you sure?" He looked at me in concern as he touched my elbow.

"Yeah." I sighed. "I don't feel like shopping anymore, and I'm tired."

"All right. I'll take you home." Daddy unlocked and opened the door for me.

I smiled at him as I put my seat belt on. He got into the car, started it, and drove off. I felt grateful for his fast driving as we quickly went home. My eyes drooped as the trees blurred passed us. Instinctively, I reached for Daddy's hand. I'd missed him terribly. His fingers intertwined with mine.

I've missed you, Daddy, I thought as I fell asleep.

"Renesmee, we're home, darling," Daddy whispered into my ear.

"Hmmm," I said, opening my eyes slowly.

"Wake up, honey," Daddy said.

I sighed as he got out of the car and opened my door.

"Was Mom this tired when she was pregnant?" I asked.

"I would say more so," Daddy said, holding onto my elbow. "She was very sick."

His eyes went dark, and he looked down.

"Jacob said it's hard for you to remember that," I whispered.

"Very hard, and if you had to go through that too, I don't think I could bear it." He took his hands in mine and looked in my eyes.

"Daddy, I'm fine," I whispered.

"I'm sorry. I know I over think things and worry about you and your mom too much, but you two don't know how much you mean to me." He stopped talking and swallowed. "I thought I lost your mom once, and it nearly killed me. Seeing her so sick when she was pregnant was hard enough, so I can't imagine seeing my baby girl in that much pain."

"Daddy, I'm okay. I'm not hurting or sick. She isn't hurting me," I said, touching my belly.

"I know, honey." He hugged me. "I'm sorry for pulling away; it hurt you."

When we announced our pregnancy, Daddy had pulled away. He was always overthinking that I'd get hurt or become sick or he'd lose me. I wasn't able to share the ultrasounds or wedding plans with him.

"I forgive you, Daddy." I squeezed him tight when I wrapped my arms around his waist.

I sighed as I rested my head on his chest. His cold seeped through his shirt, despite the fact that it was thick. It was soothing. Daddy kissed my head and pulled away.

"Come on, let's get you inside." He smiled at me. "I don't want anything to happen to you or my granddaughter."

I laughed and grabbed his hand. "Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, sweetie." He led me by the hand as we went inside.

"Will you stay?" I asked.

"Yes." He paused. "Would you like a snack?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm going to put my feet up."

"Go, I'll meet you there." He kissed my head again.

I went into the large living room. Grabbing the remote, I turned on the TV, sat on the large, plush, couch, and put my feet up on the ottoman. Sighing, I slumped down, feeling exhausted.

"If you're so tired, honey, I can leave and let you nap," Daddy called from the kitchen.

"No, stay please." I've missed you so much, Daddy, I thought.

"Oh, sweetheart," Dad came into the living room holding a large cup and bowl. "I've missed you too. I'm sorry, again, for pulling away."

"I forgive you, Daddy." I smiled at him and patted the seat next to me. "Come join me?"

"Of course." He held out the cup and bowl; orange juice and cut up banana and goldfish crackers.

"How'd you know?" I asked, surprised.

"Jacob was thinking about it earlier." He sat down next to me and I leaned my head on his shoulder. "House hunters again?" he asked.

"Of course." I popped a piece of banana into my mouth. "I miss watching these with Grandma."

"I'll have to let her know." Daddy rested his head on mine. "I'm sure she'd want to watch them with you."

"I'd like that."

I ate my snack as we watched the television show. By the time the show was over, I was bawling my eyes out.

"It's nice that they were able to start a bed and breakfast," I said, brushing my tears away.

I could feel Daddy's shoulders shaking.

"Are you laughing at me?" I asked.

"No?" He gave me a big smile. "I love you, baby girl."

"I love you too, Daddy."

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