Sydney's P.O.V
Renesemee was heavy. I smiled at her. She was a beautiful child. She had some of her mother, and some of her father. That much was obvious. She would tell me about herself in her special way. I sat down with her in my lap on the coach while everyone else did what they wanted to do.
After awhile, Renesmee told me everything that she wanted to and demanded that i told about myself. I shifted uncomfortably.
My past... Horrible. Wretched. Scarring. Tormenting. She saw my discomfort right away and frowned. The others saw my discomfort too. My Mom was 由 me in an instant.
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