There is a note left on the dining table, first thing in the morning. Edward had gone out early in the morning to run a few errands. There are roses, black and deep red in a vase, with the card on the front, written in Edward's slanted writing.
Though I know this is not the best time, I wanted to say Happy Mother's Day to you. I love you, and you are a terrific mother to Renesmee. My love, we will have her back, I promise you that. My heart is yours forever. Join me for dinner tonight, I found something for you. ~Edward