Renesmee was real and I knew her. She was the same one I'd fought for from the beginning.
My little nudger, the one who loved me from the inside, too.
Half Edward, perfect and lovely. And half me - which, surprisingly, made her better rather than detracting.
I'd been right all along. She was worth the fight.

For the first time, I understood how Edward had been able to watch me sleep night after boring night,
just to hear me talk in my sleep.
I could watch Renesmee dream forever.

It was only a little while later that Edward reminded me of my priorities.
It took him just one word.
"Renesmee..."

I was euphoric the vast majority of the time.
The days were not long enough for me to get my fill of adoring my daughter;
The nights did not have enough hours to satisfy my need for Edward.

Edward hugged Renesmee just a little bit tighter to his chest.
He smiled my favorite smile. "Hurry back to me."
"Always."

"I love you," I told her. "More than anything."
"I love you, too, Momma," she answered.
She touched the locket at her neck, which now held a tiny photo of her, Edward and me.
"We'll always be together."
"In our hearts we'll always be together."