And as I walk those halls, I remember everything. I remember when I first felt the love for my little girl that I should have felt from the beginning. I remember the hate, too. I remember how I hated her for the first several weeks of her life, before she was even born.

And I remember the first time I heard her thoughts, and realized how much she … loved us. Even me. Me, who hated her more than anything.

I remember the first time I held her in my arms, too, and the love that overwhelmed even the horror that filled me in that moment as I watched my Bella die. I remember the peace Nessie brought me, though, while I watched Bella as she suffered through the change that allowed her to stay by my side forever.

I remember her first steps, and the first time that Bella and I played with her in the snow, her eyes so … so bright, and her cheeks bright pink with the cold. I remember her smiles, how they melted my heart, and her tears, how they made me want to protect her from everything in the world that would hurt her.

I remember how she would hold onto me so tightly when she was scared, and how I would wonder if it was possible to love two people more than I loved the woman who had given life to me, and to our daughter.

Bella.

Renesmee.

God, I love them so much.

She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise, and I'll give her away.
Standing in the brideroom just staring at her,
She asks me what I'm thinking, and I said I'm not sure.
I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl.
And she leaned over …

I walk into the room where my little girl — who isn't so little, anymore — is spending her last minutes as my girl. Soon, she'll belong to him, and there's nothing I can do about it.

"Hey," I whisper almost silently, and suddenly, five pairs of eyes are on me. Bella's eyes are soft, and so loving that it makes my heart clench painfully. Rosalie, Alice and Esme's eyes are simply brimming with pride and the tears they can never shed as they watch Renesmee.