Was I in Twilight? (Revision)

"I was thinking Graciela!" The woman holding my sister offered mischievously, eyeing me with a gentle look in her near black eyes. Just like my mom's they seemed out of place on her face. I just couldn't figure out why.

"Alice, shouldn't that be Edward's decision?" A wavy blonde-haired male teasingly rebuked as he also appeared out of nowhere. In front of us! He hadn't walked around. He hadn't even used the entrance to the room!

Was there a secret entrance I was missing? Were they climbing in through the window?

{Where did he come from?} I was glad I wasn't the only one whose brain couldn't compute what was going on.

{Maybe he just ran fast? So fast neither of us could see him?} It was far-fetched but I had nothing else.

Like the caramel haired woman before him, his eyes were a bright golden. It was odd to see even a guy that wasn't ashamed to show his obsession with twilight. I felt some respect blossom for whoever he was.

Renesmee and I had different parents so if Edward was supposed to be our dads name, I was relieved to have dodged that bullet. A sister named Renesmee and a father named Edward? I'd never get passed the constant teasing when I was old enough to start school.

No, thank you.

"Graciela Vera?" Mom suggested and once again, I tried to talk forgetting that I couldn't. Annoyance caused my eye to twitch. I wanted to tell them I liked it. I wasn't sure how they had known my name was Gracie before or maybe it was just a lucky guess, but I wanted it to stay my name. I would keep any name mom suggested so Vera as my middle name would suit me just fine.

I wracked my admittedly small brain to try to figure out a way to tell them that was now my name. A way that was more obvious than simply ignoring any name they tried unless it was Graciela; but I couldn't think of anything that would work until -

"She approves," The same golden eyed man suddenly said, causing me to look at him in confusion. He was staring at me intently, as if he could read my soul or something. "She felt pleased by the name. Both her first and middle name. I'm assuming her annoyance came from being unable to tell us,"

{How did he know what you were feeling?} My sister shared in my confusion. Given how protective of me she was, she was also cautious of this golden eyed man who, so far, was nothing but a conundrum.

{Your guess is as good as mine.}

"Is that your name, Graciela?" My mom hummed, one of her hands tickling my sides and the giggle that left me would have embarrassed me had it not shocked me instead. It was much higher and bell sounding than I was used too. I had never heard a giggle reach that pitch before. It was satisfying; one of those laughs that made you want to laugh too.

"Did she just laugh?" My sisters father asked before I was taken from my mom's arms. I could tell how reluctant she had been to let me go by the slight curl of her lip when I was gone; she settled into a mask of indifference soon after.

I didn't like seeing that look on her face, I wanted to see her smile again. It was a beautiful smile. It would have been a shame not to share it with the world. I was understandably upset I was taken from her. I had waited, and waited, and waited for her. What right did this man have to ruin this for me?

My frustration and irritation grew much quicker than I was used too, and I was unable to tamper it. Maybe because my emotions were technically that of newborn; maybe because of the desperation I had previously felt for my mom. I had no way to even explain what I was feeling. Tears stung my eyes, obstructing my vision. My lower lip trembled.

He was staring at me with a furrowed brow. A mixture of his own irritation and concentration in his eyes. I looked around until I met the eyes of my mother; seeing how close I was to bursting into tears, she looked distressed.

"Edward, you should give her back to Rosalie." The golden eyed male warned Edward. To support his statement, I let my tears fall. This man was not my father! I just didn't know how to tell him that.

"Jasper?" Alice looked at him in confusion. As if she couldn't understand why I would want my mother instead of this strange man. Upset cries were now spilling from my mouth and my sister wasn't far behind me. She was unhappy because I was unhappy; our bond still worked even outside of the womb.

"She wants Rosalie." Jasper deadpanned as if it should have been obvious, which it should have been! Edward's face took on a look of indignation and he begrudgingly handed me back to my mom, who was more than happy to take me. Her nearly inaudible sigh of relief proved that.

Mom cradled me so my face was tucked into her neck; her natural scent of Jasmine and Honey washing over me. She gently bounced me up and down, humming the familiar lullaby and rubbing my back. It didn't fail to soothe me, even now. Aside from small hiccups, I settled against her. Curiously, the saddened undertones were nearly gone. I couldn't help the hope that it was because of me, that me being here somehow made her happy.

"It's alright, princess. I'm right here." She murmured in my ear, further relaxing me. My eyes slipped closed, and I simply basked in her attention.

"Why don't we try to feed them?" I don't know who suggested it, but my stomach rumbling made me realize that I was pretty hungry. Mom repositioned me so I was lying in the crook of her arm while she rocked me from side to side. She was smiling down at me again, her smile wide and genuine. I could feel the happiness radiating off her.

Someone handed her a clear bottle that had a curious pink liquid in it. I'd never seen anyone give that to a baby before but if mom was willing to feed it to me, I knew it was safe.

Mom tapped the nipple of the bottle against my lower lip and despite my reservations, I opened my mouth for her. The taste that hit my taste buds paled in comparison to anything I had ever had before. I sighed in contentment, snuggling further into my mothers' arms.

"Comfortable?" Her smile and eyes were teasing, and I smiled as best as I could around the nipple of my bottle. Being around her made me happy. The feeling just seemed to constantly radiate in my chest when she smiled at me like that. How could I do anything but love her?

I felt just a little silly, but I guess children were supposed to idolize their parents. I don't think she minded that she was my entire world.

Something interrupted out moment. Something that unnerved me. Not because it was unwelcomed exactly, but, because it was too unsettling. Too unfeasible.

I knew that if I looked at Uncle Jasper, he would be staring at me with his head tilted. Trying to figure out what exactly was causing my unease. He knew what I was feeling... Now that I was in my moms' arms, my emotions settled; I was starting to connect dots that I was surprised it took me so long to connect.

Following the instinct, I lifted my hand and placed it against my mom's cheek. Her gasp was audible while mine was more internal. The contact caused a physical connection to form between us. If I was older, or maybe if I simply practiced more, I knew I could pass on words and intent from myself to her. For now? I was passing pure emotion.

Through the connection she could feel how much I loved her; she could feel everything I felt. I could feel how much she loved me. That when I looked at her, with devotion in my eyes, it made parts of her come alive that she had thought were long since dead.

It was the still lingering sadness that concerned me, why was it still there? When she sensed my concern and realized where it was coming from, she was the one who broke the connection. She pulled my hand away from her cheek but placed a soft kiss on the back to reassure me that I had done nothing wrong.

"I love you too." She whispered in my ear with a lingering kiss to my temple. While I had felt it from her, it didn't diminish the elation I felt at hearing her express it aloud.

We were locked in a staring contest of sorts and her eyes began to change. It was subtle and if I hadn't been staring, I might not have noticed. They were lighter now, the outer edges the same black but the inner had a color peeking through. A golden color.

My unease returned ten-fold and my brain, again, started connecting dots.

They had called us 'monsters' afraid we would hurt innocents.

My sister's name was Renesmee.

Edward was Renesmee's father's name.

Alice was a short pixie with spikey black hair.

Jasper had golden eyes.

So did the caramel haired woman...was her name Esme?

My mom's name was Rosalie and looked like the actress that played her. In fact, they could have passed for twins.

I could pass on my emotions, thoughts, and intent through touch.

None of that could have been a coincidence and I couldn't ignore the burning question in my mind.

Was I in Breaking Dawn? ...more specifically. Was I in Twilight?