• Blossom: 

              ”  It’s titled ‘Blossom’ but the flower patterns are just so…” I trailed off scrunching my face to show my dislike. “Second, that shade of pink with that shade of cream? – Just no. The crib is pretty, it looks somewhat vintage, but it doesn’t look well with the white dresser…” I ranted. I was no Alice in the style department or an Esme in the interior one, but I had some kind of taste and refused to go against it.”- Edward Cullen, ACH, ch.12

• Polka Dot Ladybug:

“The rooms were painted in a soft, pale shade of yellow – almost like sand. All the furniture were dark and contrasted nicely with the light walls. The theme of this nursery was Polka dots and ladybugs. It was really cute and I could see Ren in there.”  - Edward Cullen, ACH, ch.12

• The winning theme: Carter’s Garden:
  
  

“It was elegant and feminine -but not girly, nothing stood out too much. Everything was perfectly balanced.

The crib and the small dresser were both made of dark wood. The walls were mostly white with a pale lavender shade on top. The curtains were made of while lace with a smaller curtain on top of them that matched the bedding.

The bedding was in the same soft shade of lavender as the walls only it also had bronze decorations to it. There were some small square pictures with the same floral detail as the curtains on one of the walls. The pattern of the bedding was flowers and butterflies.

The carpet was white and fluffy from the looks of it. As I read through the set’s description I found out that the small mobile attached to the bed was a musical one. And while I loved Brahm’s music, I would much rather have Ren listen to a lullaby composed solely for her. Perhaps I could get Jasper and Emmett to help me out with replacing the music…” -  Edward Cullen, ACH, ch.12

All nurseries were found on the Toys R Us online catalog - just to give credit where one is due

and a hint as to how the sh*t is going to hit the fan:

The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, is in its 

~ MARIO PUZO, The Family

Italics are Edward on the phone with Bella, fyi.

BPOV

It has been a couple of weeks since Renesmee’s ER visit and despite my talk with Edward that night, my hopes to see my father we fading with each passed day. My anxiety over my dad was growing daily and by now I was so wound up I would have gladly taken Alice up on a shopping excursion. Yes, it was that bad. However, Alice and Jasper were currently in South America, looking for legends that could help us solve the mystery that is my daughter. They called every other day, to check in with us and to tell us how their search is doing. So far, they hadn’t managed to locate Kaure yet, but it’s only been about ten days since they left. And I was not naïve enough to expect instant results.

I walked into the living room of the main house with a book in hand. Since it was a Sunday, everyone was off somewhere doing their own thing. Rose offered to take Renesmee for a while so that I could relax a little from all the stress and worry I went through during her illness. I took her up on her offer, albeit a little reluctantly. I could really use some time to myself.

Right now, Renesmee was upstairs in Rose and Em’s bedroom enjoying some bonding time with her Godmother. Esme was tending to her garden, while Carlisle was at the hospital checking on some critical patients while Emmett had taken Edward out on a ‘men only’ hunting trip, claiming that it’s been way too long since they had a men’s night out. Knowing how competitive the two of them got when they put their minds to it, I doubted we’ll be seeing them before sundown. I knew that Edward would be home in time for Renesmee’s dinner, bath and bedtime story though. He wouldn’t miss those moments of carefree, silly family time for the world.

I thought that his insistence on reading to Renesmee at such a young age was a bit much since Ren was only thirteen weeks old, but Edward insisted that it would benefit her future development. They would lay down in our bed with Edward reading one of her baby books to her. She would coo at the colorful pictures and react to Edward’s voice. Sometimes I joined them in their stories and sometimes I just watched the two of them interact.

Just as I curled up on the sofa in front of the dormant fireplace, my nose was attacked by a horrible stench. One that gave away the presence of werewolves. I sniffed the air again. There were a few scents out there and not one of them was familiar to me. I tensed immediately. What would werewolves be doing at our house?

“Just stay where you are,.” I said quietly to the rest of the family, knowing they would hear me. “No need to make them think we’re ganging up on them.” I added. Jasper would be proud of my way of thinking.

I hadn’t made more than a couple of steps towards the entryway when they knocked on the door. In a flash I was there, but I was hesitant to open. I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know the purpose of their visit and with my daughter only a flight of stairs away and my husband gone, I wasn’t willing to take chances.

It took me a few moments to notice the heartbeats from the other side of the door. There were five that resembled the pulse of my daughter’s heart and my instincts told me they were not human. So the entire pack was here then. Black’s pack, that is.

“Rose, if I tell you to, I need you to run with Ren as fast as you can as far away as possible.” I warned my sister at a low vampire pitch that the wolves didn’t have a chance of hearing.

I was so preoccupied with planning a safe escape route for my baby that I didn’t notice the renewed knocking at first.

“Bella,” a voice called out. “Honey, are you home?” I froze. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t even blink. My human memories were fuzzy at best and some of them had even started fading out already, but this voice… this person, it was ingrained into my very system, I’d know it anytime, anywhere.

I whirled around to face the door and all but ripped it off its hinges. I only remembered my strength at the very last moment.

With the door no longer being an obstacle I was free to let my eyes confirm what my brain already recognized. I think I know now, how Edward felt when he went into shock after I announced the existence of our Little Love.

Automatically, I reached for the silver phone in my pocket. This was probably one of the few times where I was grateful for Edward’s worry wart tendencies. He had refused to go on a hunting trip to a location without cell phone reception.

I dialed, not tearing my eyes from the people in front of me. He picked up halfway through the first dial tone.

“Bella, what’s wrong?” he asked anxiously, not wasting time on greetings and trivial stuff like that. I couldn’t blame him, considering what happened the last time he had gotten a phone call during a hunting trip.

“Is Little Love alright? Are you alright? Is anyone hurt?” he rambled.

“Edward,” I said at last, albeit a bit more harshly than necessary. It was the only way to get him to listen to me. “I’m fine. Little Love is fine, nobody is hurt.” I hurried to reassure him.

He breathed out in relief. “Thank God, you scared me out of my wits.” His voice was barely over a whisper.

“You and Emmett need to come home.” I told him flatly. “Now.” I added.

“I thought you said – “

“No one is hurt, love, I just need you both home, we have some unexpected guests.” I knew he’d understand who I meant by the way I spat the last two words.

There was complete and utter silence on the other side of the line.

“We’ll get home as fast as we can.” He told me sharply and the line disconnected, but not before I heard him shouting for Emmett.

“Bella, darling, are you alright?” the voice asked again.

I forced myself to blink. “Mom?” I don’t know how the voice came out of my lips.