Didn't I tell you I'd be back with round #3? BAM! First chapter, baby. Came to me like a raging river. And if you haven't read my excerpt from PIP, then get to it! It's sweet. Now, some people may not like the way I did this first chapter. I introduced something into the mix, and whether or not I use it again will depend on the feedback I get. Don't worry. You'll understand once you read it.

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RPOV

Skidding into the cabin on the hardwood floor, I squealed my way into the kitchen.

"They're here!"

Jacob, who was bent over a sandwich, said through a mouthful, "That's great!...What's here again?"

I rolled my eyes with a grin. "Our wedding pictures. And a video apparently. Esme sent them to us."

Swallowing, Jacob wiped his mouth with a paper towel. "Video? I don't remember seeing that kind of camera."

"Because you weren't paying attention."

He came over to wrap me in a warm hug. "Who was working the camera?"

"Esme."

He frowned. "But I thought she was taking the pictures."

I grinned. "She was."

His frown deepened. Opening and closing his mouth a couple times, he finally just shook his head. "I'm not going to ask. Your family mystifies me."

Laughing, I drew away from him to sit at the carved, wooden table. "You and me both. But come on, let's look at them."

He pulled out a chair and brought it over so he could sit next to me. "I hate to break it to you, Ness, but we were there, remember? Why look through the pictures?"

Opening the large envelope, I gently pulled out all the pictures. No doubt they were copies. My grandmother had probably hung the originals all over her house. Together, my husband and I started shuffling through all the pictures, laughing at crazy dance moves caught on the dance floor, tearing up at ourselves at the altar. Jacob's favorite picture was of him twirling me around after the preacher had announced us husband and wife. The picture was perfect with no blurring.

My favorite was kind of a candid. Claire had been given sparklers after the sun had gone down. Jacob and I had been standing on the side of the dance floor talking. I was tucked into his side, his lips at my ear. I'd been looking down, smiling at whatever he'd been saying. With her sparklers, Claire had danced around us. Later, I'd found out that Esme had gotten the idea off of a website. With a longer exposure time, Claire had disappeared in the photo, and it looked like Tinker Bell had flown around us with her fairy dust.

My fairy tale. It was an utterly perfect picture.

"Can I have this one framed over the mantle when we get home?" I asked. I didn't want to presume in case there was another he wanted more.

Shaking his head, he kissed my temple. "Of course. I like that one, too."

"We'll get your favorite one framed, too."

He laughed, getting up from the chair. "Yeah. I'd like that. Now, come on. Get ready."

Confused, I tilted my head in question. "Why? Where are we going?"

"Back into town. We're gonna get that art set for Claire, and the wolf toy for Henry."

It was my turn to laugh as I went in search of my shoes and camera. For our honeymoon, Aunt Alice had snagged a private cabin from an "old family friend" in Chattanooga, Tennessee. It was beautiful here this time of year. The trees were flaming with color. Fire orange. Blazing red. Warm yellow. All covering rolling hills.

I'd been confused when Esme had handed me a laptop and camera. She'd said I'd understand when I got to where we were going. She was right. I completely understood. While Jacob had driven the rental car up to the cabin, I'd snapped a hundred pictures in ten minutes. Once we'd gotten to the cabin, Jacob had carried me over the threshold, and then taught me how to upload all the pictures to the laptop so that I could reuse the memory card. Afterward, we'd gone hunting. Jacob had wanted to stretch his legs after the flight, and I needed to feed. After my weakness, and craving Nyla's blood, I'd put myself on a strict hunting schedule, which Jacob helped me keep up with.

The second day here, Jacob had told me that he was taking me to the aquarium that was down on the river. My family and I had never travelled further than Seattle, so I was going to see as much of the "outside world" as I could while we were here. Thousands more pictures had been taken. We'd even done a behind-the-scenes tour where we got to feed one of the tanks and an octopus played peek-a-boo with me. The tour guide had told Jacob that I was great with animals. Jacob had chuckled, replying that I always had been, that I'd even befriended a wolf or two. We'd shared a secret smile.

After the aquarium, we'd walked, hand in hand, around all the shops. We'd eaten at a restaurant that a local had suggested. It had been great. Pictures had again been taken, some silly, some posed. I'd decided to ask Esme if I could keep the camera for a while. Maybe I'd found a hobby she and I could share. Going through the shops, we'd found some things to take home to the family. Jacob had found an art set but hadn't been sure if was too advanced for Claire so he'd waited to call Emily last night. She'd given the ok. Then, there'd been a wolf toy that I'd found. Henry loved wolves, which wasn't all that surprising. It had been sitting in a window display but we'd both been too tired to stop in.

What was surprising about this whole thing was that neither one of us had made a move to make love. We hadn't made love since before the wedding. Was that weird? It didn't feel like it. We were just enjoying each other's company, constantly calling each other by the other's new title, trying to get used to them. I was now a wife, belonged to one man. Totally forbidden to any other man. I could so handle that.

We'd been here a week, and had roamed every store. On the days we hadn't gone into town, we'd just walked through the woods, playing in the piles of fallen leaves. Those weren't common in Forks, where everything was adapted to survive the chronic chilled weather. Jacob had taken the camera from me to "capture the moment". I loved it. We were already making memories as newlyweds. I fully planned on being one of those women to collect photo albums. When we had kids, they'd need to know that mom and dad knew how to have fun, that we aren't always so uptight. Because no doubt any children of ours were going to put us through our paces a few times, to make us out to be the bad guys. However, I was already planning to be the "cool mom" when the time came. I just hoped it worked.

"Come on, Ness. We need to come back and pack."

"What?" I asked shocked out of my inner ramblings. "Are we going home? So soon?"

His laugh echoed into the bedroom. "Nope. I don't know where're going, though. Alice just texted me, telling me to pack up our things. At the airport we're just supposed to ask for our tickets and flash our licenses."

"Wow. Another place to go. I do kind of hope it's warm. I mean, I know that this place is warmer than home, but it's still fall. I wanna go somewhere where the heat can sink into my skin."

When I met him at the front door, he kissed me before holding out my jacket for me. I slid my arms in and he pulled it over my shoulders.

"Well, if that's not where we're going next, I'll just have to make a call to Alice, now won't I?"

Chuckling, I kissed him back. He'd put on a long-sleeved shirt so as not to freak out the locals when he strutted around in a tank and jeans. Cold air swept over the porch, racing leaves across the wood. That was probably what I would miss the most about this place: the actual feeling of seasons, the evidence of them.

Jacob locked up the cabin and took my hand as we went for the car. It was too far to walk, especially if we were going to buy things. "I gotta tell ya, babe. I really hope she's sending us someplace warm. As much as I love this place, I can't stand wearing all these clothes."

I laughed as he shut my door, then hurried to his side. The heater took a minute to warm up, but when it did, I felt cozy. It easy to see why people fell in love with this place as we drove down the winding roads. Maybe Dad had been right when he'd said that Jacob and I could get away from Forks for a while after this whole Tristan/Volturi mess was over. Maybe even live in the mountains further east for a while. Experience all four seasons as they were meant to be. How warm would the summer sun be against my skin?

We'd have to be cautious though. The woods of Forks belonged to Jacob's pack. We had connections that could keep people safe. Here, we'd have to be extra careful on our hunts. Nobody knew anything about us. At home, rumors floated around about the Cullens and how reclusive they were, always hanging around the residents of La Push. How had my family done it? Moved from place to place? Made connections without giving away too much? Lied, probably.

Jacob squeezed my hand. "You ok?"

Distractedly, I smiled at him. "Yeah, I was just thinking."

"About what?" He brought my hand up to press a kiss to my knuckles, and then my wedding ring.

I squeezed his hand. "Honestly, what it would be like if we moved away from Forks. You know, after all of this crap blows over, and we're safe again."

I caught his look of surprise. "You really want that?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. Not forever. I'd want to go home eventually, but I'd like to know what it would be like to try to live around people that have no idea who we are or the rumors about us, you know? Just us, try to be as normal as a married couple can be. Of course, I'd still have to hunt and you'd have to phase, but if we lived in a lightly populated area, it could be achieved."

"Like a cabin in the woods?" he smirked.

I kissed the back of his hand and then held it with both of mine. "That would be lovely. Watching the trees, the forest, change with the seasons? It would be gorgeous, I just know it."

"Away from everyone? Our family, friends? Shelby? Your mom and dad?"

I sighed. "Of course I'd miss them, Jake. But we've been surrounded by them all my life, protected, sheltered. We're a young married couple. We should be on our own for a while, just to get a taste of it." I chuckled. "Shelby would be pissed, sure, but I think she'd support us...and then tell us to get our asses home." It was his turn to laugh. "And I know you'd miss everyone. Rebecca just came back with Henry. You're dad's getting older. And I'd understand if you don't want to. I'm just thinking out loud."

Though his eyes were on the road, he squeezed my fingers again to let me know he was paying attention.

"Baby, if you want to move away, we can. Sure, I want to be around with Billy before...and Henry is my nephew. He's young, but there's always phones, letters, Skype. There are ways to keep in touch. It's not like the old days where you write a letter that the person doesn't get for a month. We could make it work, babe. And it's not like we couldn't visit." He shrugged. "Hell, it might be nice to have to work for a living. I mean, I know I work in the garage at the rez every now and then, but an actual job that supports us without your family's money? That might be nice." He glanced over at me with a grin and eyebrow waggle. "Being the man, bringing home the bacon."

Laughing, I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. "What is it with you and bacon?"

"It's delicious." He kissed my wrist. "As are you."

"Alright, lover boy," I said a bit breathlessly. "Get us into town so we can get back to pack. I'm excited about tomorrow."

He noticed my tone. I knew that because as his eyes returned to the road, they filled with heat and growing ideas.

JPOV

It was still hard to believe that I was now a married man, my wife in the passenger seat. It was amazing how much our relationship had changed since we'd tied the knot. Something had changed in Nessie. She'd gone and matured one more level on me. The way she spoke now and held herself. It was as if the entire time we'd been together before being married she'd expected something to happen to us, like me up and leaving her. But now? Her confidence was now through the roof. I hadn't noticed before how, when we went to Seattle or Port Angeles, she'd always shied away from me, watching other women as they reacted to me. She'd shrink in on herself and stay quiet, saying she was fine whenever I'd asked if everything was ok.

Since we'd gotten here, she'd met the eyes of every woman that had even dared a glance at me, wrapping her arms around me, molding her body to mine. Every time she did it, I had to smile. She was staking her claim, marking her territory. I knew that look because I also had my own version with other men looking at her. My and my wolf's possession of her had skyrocketed to astronomical amounts.

And that was the reason I hadn't made love to her yet, even though every part of me wanted her skin on mine. The urge to take her was too primal, and I didn't want our first love-making as husband and wife to be too rough. It needed to be sensual, meaningful. Not the mindless sex of two hormonal kids. I'd left the frozen sixteen year old me behind the moment I'd become her husband. And she had left behind the eighteen year old mindset when she'd become my wife. I knew she felt the same way I did because she hadn't pushed for sex nor mentioned it. It was a mutual agreement between us, but I couldn't have helped the delicious comment. I was still cheesy from time to time. But her reaction had made my blood boil. The craze for animal mating was dying down after being here for week and not having her tempt me beyond unconsciously swaying her hips as she walked past me.

Another reason I hadn't made the moves was because I hadn't yet completely healed from my injuries, and I'd wanted to be the one to do all the work, to ravish her, shower her in love.

But now, I was healed. My throat was no longer a mass of pink scars and the chest wound had healed through and through.

Maybe it was time to consummate the marriage. The wolf inside me purred in sane agreement. With thoughts of our last night here in these beautiful woods made special, I steered us toward town to buy gifts for my "niece" and nephew. Nessie wanted to walk, so I parked in one of the many parking areas. Once the vehicle no longer separated us, she was tucked into my side, and I leaned over to kiss the top of her head.

There was a young woman walking toward us, seemingly preoccupied with the sidewalk. Her face was screwed into a frown with her lip between her teeth. I noticed her too late to steer Nessie away from her, so the woman bumped into her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, and then looked up. With a grin, she cocked her hip and put her hand on it. "Well, well. Look what the wolf dragged in."

Nessie gave me a questioning glance. "I'm sorry. Do we know you?"

She'd asked to be polite, but knew damn well we'd never met her.

"No, sweet stuff. We've never met, but I do know you." Without elaborating, she started to walk past us. "Oh, and by the way, your first born son is gonna be a fine as hell badass. Toodles."

"What the hell?" I whispered as she sashayed off. Strangely, the wolf hadn't raised my hackles. And the woman hadn't been lying.

Nessie gave me a look before stepping forward. "Wait-"

"Ness."

She turned to me. "Jacob." Her eyes pleaded. Sighing, I nodded and she turned back to the woman who had turned with a grin. Nessie moved toward her with me shadowing her closely. "You-you're a-"

The woman raised her eyebrows, but looked around before she spoke. "What? You're married to a werewolf and half vampire yourself, and you don't believe in psychics? Wow."

Ok, she was good. She was human. And we'd never met her before.

"So," I said clearing my throat. "We're gonna make it to kids?"

She grinned, knowing she had me, had us. "You mean, are you going to survive your little encroaching problem in your little slice of wet and cold?" She shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not."

"You said 'first born son', meaning there will be other children," Nessie said.

Sighing, she studied her nails. "You know, your dream-thing makes me think you have some prophesy in your blood, sweetcakes."

Frowning, I realized she was talking to Nessie. And then it hit me. Nessie dreamed about kids. Specifically three of them, the eldest a boy.

Suspicious, I pulled Ness to my side. "Describe the dream."

The woman rolled her eyes. "Nice yard. You running around, chasing a little dark-skinned boy. A younger girl wrapped around her legs. And a third bun cooking."

"Holy shit," Nessie breathed.

"Welp, I've already said too much. Actually, I shouldn't have said anything. We have rules. But I just couldn't help myself." Frowning, she turned to stare at a woman who was staring at me. "Beat it, lady. He's married." When she scampered off, the girl turned back to us. "One last thing...I'm never wrong."

And then she walked off without a backward glance.

Nessie turned to me with her mouth hanging open. "What just happened?"

I pulled her tight to my chest. "I think we might have just met a new type of freak."

"I mean, how could I not have guessed?" she whispered. "She was right. If vampires and werewolves exist, why can't other supernatural beings? Hell, my dad can read minds. My aunt can see the future. Dad always said that Aunt Alice probably had prophetic abilities before she was turned, just not as potent."

I tightened my hold. "I wish I could say she was just guessing, but she described that dream, Ness, right down to the kids. And she knew what we were."

In a sudden tight grip, she looked up at me with a huge grin. "Jacob, if she's right, that dream is going to come true. We're going to survive Tristan and Jane! Somehow we will."

"She didn't exactly say that, Ness," I said, stroking her hair.

"Jacob, there's no way we could have three kids before Tristan attacks again. It would have to be after. And don't ruin my good mood with your pessimism." Her expression softened, her fingers brushing over my lips. "We'll make it. We've done it before. Somehow, something will go our way."

Kissing her fingers, I said, "I sure hope you're right."

"I am. I can feel it. Now, come on. We have presents to buy." Raising up on her tiptoes, she kissed me. After a moment, I returned it, holding her close.

Taking a deep breath of the chilly air, I tucked her back under my arm against my body. Sharpening my concentration, I made sure that no other strangers got too close to Nessie. If psychics, werewolves, and vampires existed, what else was out there?

The shopping trip moved quickly, partially because we already knew what we were going in for. Nessie had stopped a couple times to look at some jewelry for her aunts, though. She'd found a pendant for Bella. The tree of life, something Nessie found meaning in. Bella would no doubt wear it until either she died or the world ended, whichever came first.

By the time we got back to the cabin, the sun was setting. The cabin's porch had a clear view of the horizon through two hilltops. Cozying up together on the swing, we watched the sun go down while Nessie sipped on some hot chocolate.

She was curled up beside me, feet tucked up under her, her head on my chest. "You know, this day was kind of perfect. And not because of the 'psychic'." She made little quotations with her fingers.

Choosing to ignore the comment, I kissed her hair. "Every day spent with you is perfect, no matter what's going on. So, I totally agree with you."

"You'd really move away for me, wouldn't you?"

"Of course," was my immediate answer. I'd meant what I'd said to her. Being able to support her was the one thing I always wanted to do.

"Then I suppose we're perfect for each other, because I'd stay in Forks if you asked."

Yep, perfect was a good word for her. Every single day she made me grateful for how good fate had been to me. She knew that I was torn in the topic of leaving Forks. My dad, who was aging, was still there. My nephew was there, as well as the sister I hadn't seen since I was a kid. I wasn't ready to go yet, and somehow, she'd seen that under my surety.

Since I really had no words to offer her back, I just kissed her hair again. Honestly, it wasn't a chore. Her hair smelled like mint and honey. It smelled like home.

So, I had been honest in telling her I'd move because wherever she went, I was home. I was where I was supposed to be.

*Peeks around doorjamb* So, whatchya think? I personally loved it. These two play around in my brain all day, being disgustingly cute, so I just write down what I see. I love each of their new "umph* they both have now that they're married. Hopefully they don't revert. (fingers crossed!) Well, please don't forget to review. Good or bad, I love them! And I love you! xoxoxoxo