So, after a long hiatus and plenty to occupy me, I come out with this what-if scenario for the Twilight Universe. There are some things I'd always wanted to see when reading fanfic and I haven't come across many of them. So I decided to make it for myself.

Twilight and all of it's affiliates are property of Stephanie Meyer.

Chapter One:

So Long . . . And Good Night

The air was quiet and surprisingly lacking of tension as he drew away from me. The morning light was just starting to stream in and I could just barely here the morning rituals Phil would begin for the day. It was another bright and sunny landscape that greeted me through the windows as well as sparkling sea, a beauty I've come to appreciate since coming to Florida.

The beauty was not lost on Jacob, as he gracefully left the bed to stand before it, fingers massaging his neck with his forehead pressed against the glass of the window. Smooth, slow breaths. It was a pose that could be read in a variety of ways had it not been for the peacefulness that seemed to emanate from him. He seemed to be one with the scenery, one with the still quiet in a way I've never seen anyone. It was a practice reserved in a man acquainted with years of lessons and many of heartache. It was the look of a man who knew the world. A face I hadn't seen even on the face of Edward, whom was more acquainted with loss and the lessons of life than the average person.

Deep, even breaths passed through soft lips that molded so perfectly against my own. Hands slowly kneading his neck caressed my body in a way no other man's had. Eyes so warm and brown stared deeply into mine as I fell apart all around him in painful ecstasy, shuddering and weak from the waves and waves of pleasure he would lavish upon me. His body, a testament to the sheer raw power of The Animal, bent to my every command and whim. From the moment our lips touched once again he learned the needs and wants of my body. Every moan and arch of my back elicited mandated another until I was deliriously sore with pleasure. Almost every night for as long as I wanted it, whenever I wanted it, he was ready for me. No matter where we were or what we were doing, it took back seat the moment he smelled my arousal. It was more than I'd ever dreamed of having . More that I'd have ever gotten from Edward.

It was a split second decision to come see Renée. After all that we'd gone through with the Newborn Battle and Jacob's injuries, I felt it was the best thing to take a break from it all and to enjoy some normalcy in a place untouched by my troubles. It was important that I got Jacob to come with me, as I couldn't imagine anyone else to spend that time with. At first, it was meant with some resistance; especially with The Pack and as the madness only just settled down. It was Jacob who managed to squash the issue and set up a time frame. We managed to squeeze out a month of time with each other. Time spent between my mother and step-father, sight-seeing, and hours upon hours of intimate moments. It was sad that it had to end all so soon.

Jacob was already at the breakfast table when I finally crawled out of bed and made myself decent. The smell of pancakes only twisted my stomach as I was reminded that this was the day we'd return. Everything we'd left behind was looming on the horizon and I wasn't particularly looking forward to it.

"I'm going to miss having you two here. Things will be so much quieter and it just reminds me how far away you are from me now." Renée placed a full plate in front of everyone before sitting down, "I really enjoyed having you here Jacob. I swear you remind me so much of your mother."

I cringed, not wanting him to be uncomfortable, but Jacob took it all in stride with a wistful smile on his face.

"Dad says that all the time. That I have her smile."

"You do. the very best of her came out in you. Wish I could say the same about Bella. That is 100% all Charlie. From her curly hair to her gracefulness. Still, I wouldn't trade my girl for anything in the world."

I inwardly cringed at that. After all of the things my mother and I have been through, I did pretty much leave her behind after I started life in Forks. Charlie didn't say it in so many words, but from the phone conversations I'd catch, I hurt her. I hoped our time here could ease some of the mistakes I'd made. If I were really being honest with myself, Jacob was the one who set up talks and outings so that we'd both be comfortable. Otherwise I would have hidden and avoided the whole thing, as I am always want to do.

Phil more of less followed the whims of her mother and fit in where he could. Where Jacob and Renée were like kindred spirits, he and Phil were like old friends catching up. There wasn't a person alive who didn't like Jake, so conversation easily flowed. I envied him his easiness with those around him, especially my parents. My father looked to him as a second son and my mother couldn't stop gushing over his "exotic beauty". If you squinted, you could almost see the normal.

The ride and departure from the airport was calm. Renée didn't cry or beg me to call her everyday. She didn't cling or beg. She simply gathered me into a snug embrace, kissing my hair and looking deeply into my face with a seriousness I'd never seen before.

"My beautiful girl . . . my darling Isabella, you've grown into that old soul you had since you could walk. I've had you for so long, relied on you and most times taken you for granted. I wish I could have given you more, taken care of you more, but I can't change the past. Just know that no matter where you are, your mother loves you. I may not have shown it in the best of ways, it may have taken me all this time to realize it, but my love for you knows no condition. I will not make these same mistakes again."

I bit my lip to keep the tears at bay. I've always heard her light-hearted excuses or her flimsy apologies whenever she was off chasing another fantasy. She behaved more like a young girl than a mother, which caused me to grow up sooner and take care of everything that was her responsibility. My resentment was smothered by the fact that she was my mother and that she needed me. All the things that kids did to have fun never appealed to me so, in the long run, there was nothing truly lost upon me. But to hear my mom and see that change in her eyes made me want to hold on tighter, to witness this new side of her and reach for that ever elusive childhood I'd so long ago dismissed.

The embrace ended all too soon.

Phil was helping me check our bags while Jacob and Renee had one last chat. My stomach churned as we made our way through the gate and into our seats. Thoughts ran a mile a minute through my mind as the graced the skies. The weight of all that awaited us crashed down upon my shoulders and wrenched my heart, causing me to double over from the pain of it. Jacob sat firm and calm through it all, breathing in those same slow, deliberate breaths. He accepted it where I was more broken and pained by it with every mile we came closer.

The welcome was quiet affair with our fathers and Leah waiting for us. Giving him a nod, Leah and Billy followed him to a strange car parked out front. Charlie followed suit, packing my bags into the cruiser before proceeding to the house. Conversation was virtually non-existent, which was perfect for me.

I trudged up the stairs and set the bags aside before I collapsed on the bed, praying for some kind of sleep. I was restless on the plane and needed something to occupy me from the thoughts. I couldn't wrap my head around the thought that it was all over now.

This fic will be slow going, as I'm trying to find the flow for writing I used to have. Any advice or corrections would be greatly apprieciated. Also don't be surprised if this chapter is revised before proceeding. Otherwise, happy reading.