"Edward," he whispers, and it's almost as if he can't spare a single word more than what he's already spared. I smiled sadly, and take Renesmee's hand into mine, and then I press it so … gently into Jacob's large, warm, waiting paw.

"Take care of her," I whisper, and I knew that, if I could cry, the tears would be in my eyes already. "Love her forever, Jacob. Make her happy."

He smiles, then, and finally tears his eyes away from Renesmee's face — something that seems to pain him very much — to meet my gaze.

"I will," he breathes, and the words — so simple — remind me of my own wedding, not so long ago. They remind me of my own promise, to Charlie, that I'd not broken yet.

The promise that I would never break.

And I could only hope that Jacob, too, would never break his promise.

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair.
You know how much I love you Daddy, but if you don't mind
I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time.
With all that I've done wrong, I must of done something right
To deserve her love every morning, and butterfly kisses at night.

"You know," a voice behind me saya softly, and I tear my eyes from my daughter and her … husband for only a brief moment to smile at Charlie as he stands beside me. I turn back to watching. "It's a father's right," he explains to me, a smile dancing on his lips. "To steal his baby girl away from the groom … for just one dance."

I smile, and I nod, but I can't make myself move. I'm rooted to my spot, unable to do anything.

"Go on," Charlie prods me, and he pushes me forward. He's smiling so softly, and I sigh before moving swiftly to Renesmee's side. I tap Jacob on the shoulder, and the smile lighting his face makes me smile, too, as he places Nessie's hand in mine — much like I'd placed her hand in his only a few short hours ago.

"Daddy," she breathes, and she lays her head on my chest as we sway slowly back and forth, not really dancing, content only in being in each other's arms. "I'll always be your little girl … you know that, right?"

I can't stop the sob that rips quietly from my throat then. I bury my face in Nesse's soft, bronze hair — so much like mine — and cry softly, tearlessly, as I hold her tightly to me.

"I know," I whisper. "But you're his now, too."

"It doesn't matter. Daddy, I love him more than anything, I won't deny it. But I loved you first."

I look in her eyes then, and she's crying, too.

"I love you," I whisper, and it seems more like, goodbye.

And then she's back in Jacob's arms, and Bella takes me into hers, and we don't even move as we stand in the middle of the dance floor, holding each other, silently accepting, together, the loss of the baby girl we'd had for such a short … short time.

"This isn't the end," Bella whispers, and I nod, and hold her closer. "It's only the beginning." She smiles, then, and it's the kind of smile that always makes me worry. "Besides," she says, and I already know I'm not going to like the next words that come from her sweet mouth. "You might be a grandfather soon. Who knows? Half human, and all."

I growl darkly.

"Don't even go there, Bella," I hiss, and she laughs, and the sound — so beautiful, so pure — makes me smile, too. "Don't even go there," I repeat, but this time, I'm laughing, too.

There's two things I know for sure,
She was sent here from heaven, and she's Daddy's little girl …