The first thing to hit me as I walked through the door of the big house was the strong smell of bacon. It was disgusting, and I had no idea how Jake could stomach it. Edward sat at his piano, playing my lullaby - something he had altered as our relationship progressed. What had once been a slow, quiet tune had blossomed into something fast and beautiful. When I listened closely, I could hear our story coming through the notes as he played them. I smiled as I went over to sit beside him, and put my arm around his waist. I leaned against his side as he continued to play, my favourite crooked smile on his lips.

"Bella, do you have to do that when I'm here?" Jacob teased. I resisted the urge to childishly stick my tongue out at him.

"Your always here Jake. If you don't like it you can leave." He looked at me in mock horror, then turned to hug Renesmee.

"And leave my Nessie with all these bloodsuckers? I don't think so." Renesmee elbowed him in the ribs.

"Hey! I'm a bloodsucker too you know." She looked at him pretending to be angry, then hugged him round the neck and kissed him on the cheek. Beside me Edward's posture stiffened ever so slightly. He still didn't like the fact that Jacob and Renesmee were so close these days, but he tolerated it well. Him and Jake got on much better now, something I was infinitely grateful of. It was unavoidable though, that Jake and Nessie would get together together eventually. She was physically almost eighteen now, and she didn't seem to be growing any more. Jacob had tried his best not to think of her in that way, but it was inevitable.

Suddenly, Alice fllitted down the stairs, her little face screwed up in what seemed to be pain. Edward, who would usually have gone running to see what was wrong with his favourite sister, froze for a fraction of a second, and then relaxed, obviously seeing no reason to be alarmed. She went to stand behind the couch, by Nessie, who was snuggled up next to Jacob on the sofa. She leant down and breathed a stream of words in her ear, too low for me to hear. Renesmee looked up at her solemnly, as if she had just been told some very bad news. In unison, they looked towards me.

"What did I do?" Was my automatic reaction to their accusing stares.

"Bella, were you honestly considering wearing that to the bonfire?" Alice asked, looking disgusted in me. Then I remembered. We had all been invited to the pack's bonfire out on the cliffs, and I had decided that a simple jeans-and-a-t-shirt combo would do. Not for our dear Alice it wouldn't. I rolled my eyes.

"Well it's not like we have to dress up all nice, it's only the pack." Nessie looked almost as disgusted as Alice. Growing up around her and Rose, it was inevitable that she would be as fashion-conscious as them. They always made me feel like I was some sort of doll.

"But Bella. You've already worn that outfit. We have to take you shopping." Alice looked satisfied with her conclusion.

I didn't even try to argue. Within seconds Alice was leading me by the hand toward the garage. Renesmee was right behind us as we walked towards Carlisle's Mercedes.

"Aunt Rose, are you coming? We're going shopping!" I had no idea why she was so excited by this, they went shopping almost every week.

"Sure, why not?" Rose came out from under her BMW to join us. She had really warmed up to me since I had Renesmee, and I had become one of them. We still weren't as close as Alice and I were, but we got along well enough. I sat in the front seat next to Alice who was driving. As we drove through Seattle towards the airport, I wondered where exactly they were planning on taking me. Then we stopped at the airport. I rolled my eyes at Alice.

"Why are we here? Where exactly are we going?" I asked her as Nessie grabbed one of my hands, Alice grabbed the other, and the two of them led me through the airport, towards the departures lounge. I then realised that this must have been planned before hand.

"Come on Mom, we can hardly go shopping in Seattle." Was all Nessie replied. I then looked at the departures board. The only flight within five hours was to Paris. This would not be an enjoyable trip.