Sweet Things Like This

Renesmee rushed in through the back door, into the main house. Her feet were bare as they moved across the hardwood at an inhuman rate. Her bronze hair was behind her, the wind pushing it out of her face. She raced into the kitchen, a smile on her lips. She always came here at this time of day. Just to get her ice cream.

Opening the freezer door, Renesmee pulled out the small carton of s'mores ice cream that always seemed to restock itself. It was one of the only human foods that Renesmee completely enjoyed. It was one of her favorite parts of the day.

Minus spending time with Jacob.

Climbing up on one of the chairs, Renesmee grabbed a spoon from the drawer and began digging in.

Esme flitted in through the door after having been hunting. She looked around, and saw no one in the living room. She smelled someone, and she knew it was Renesmee. Going to the kitchen, Esme laughed as she saw the little girl eating her favorite ice cream. "What are you doing?" Esme asked with a laugh. She picked up the little girl and made her way over to the table.

Nessie smiled brightly when she saw her grandma. She really was one of her favorite people. Well, everyone in this family was. Renesmee was really blessed when it came to her family. She didn't know what she'd do without them.

When grandma lifted her up, Nessie rested her head against her shoulder and pressed her palm against her grandma's face. "I was eating," She thought to her as a smile lit up Nessie's face. "You know I love this ice cream!" She giggled as Nessie shared the thought with her grandma.

Esme smiled as Nessie told her what she was feeling. It was an amazing gift, really. To tell people how she felt with just a touch of her hand. "I know its your favorite. Thats why we stock it for you." Esme smiled serenly and kissed the girls forehead. "I dont want to be rude, but it smells horriffic." She smiled. Esme was a strict animal blood diet type of person.