Head over to my Fanfiction.net page to read my new one-shot titled Where Do Renesmee’s Come From?
“What did Jacob say happened?” Rosalie used her most motherly voice; she practiced for centuries, glad she could use it for once.
Renesmee held her hand to her aunt’s cheek, showing her the awkward conversation they’d had. Jacob mumbled, squirmed, and blushed until he finally mentioned something about a stork.
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