Up first is Renesmee's point of view, and then we'll see Jacob's in the next chapter. This story begins shortly after Breaking Dawn but has Jacob leaving once he finds out that Bella is going to marry Edward. He doesn't imprint on a baby girl and hasn't seen Bella in twenty years. Here's my version of Jacob meeting Renesmee and what happens next...

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"For the first time, I feel love."

~The First Time by U2

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Men.

They make me sick. I could happily go through the rest of my life without ever seeing another dick with a dick - all they do is string you along and break your heart. As soon as you think you've found someone you love, they go and fuck it up. I'm done with them.

At least human men. Clueless, fragile humans.

I continued my internal rampage as I walked down the hall, heading back to my room. My parents were attending a wedding in one of the ballrooms of this swanky hotel. I didn't want to go because I didn't know these people. Should I call them people? Is that an appropriate word for shape shifters? I began to ponder, but soon realized that I didn't want to go when the man I was in love with would be here for a romantic weekend. I had other things on my mind, and being surrounded by people I didn't know wasn't what I wanted at the moment.

Skipping out on a wedding didn't seem that bad of an idea at the time, especially when I had a boyfriend who said he would fly out to Seattle after he finished work. I rarely left New Hampshire, so the trip was going to be fun, or so I'd thought.

I usually only came to the northwest to visit my grandfather, but those visits were scarce. My family left this area before I was born. Staying here and having a child would be difficult under the circumstances my family faced.

Mom's quick wedding to Dad, her super short pregnancy, and her transformation were already enough to cause problems in the small town of Forks. My family had run out of lies. Then there was me. I was an anomaly, a freak, and my existence would be questioned beyond the understanding of the mortals around us. That's why we moved to the other side of the country. My family was already a side-show in a circus, so adding a half-human, half-vampire to the mix really, really made a site to behold.

My family relocated, changed jobs, and started new schools all in an effort to keep me normal and safe, something they thought would be impossible in Forks where my parents had met and fallen in love.

I know there were other reasons for them to reluctantly leave their home, but no one had dared to explain them to me, and I don't push to know. There was too much sadness there for my mom, thus fueling her need to start anew. My mother gets quiet when life before my birth is mentioned, and coming to this wedding was no easy undertaking.

Apparently the shape shifters and my family have a history. A good, a bad, and an ugly history. But the good must have outweighed the bad because they felt compelled to come see Seth Clearwater marry his imprint. My mother said she owed her life to him and not coming to the wedding wasn't an option.

Imprint. I laughed when I first heard that word. Poor girl. Seth's bride-to-be had no choice in picking someone to love because she'd been sucked in by the tractor beam of Seth's imprinting magic. Glad it wasn't me.

But on the other hand, trying to find love on your own wasn't that much fun either. It sure as hell wasn't working for me. Obviously. I couldn't even get a warm-blooded human to love me.

I had decided to skip the wedding altogether for this asshole. I thought tonight might finally be the perfect chance to be together. We'd be alone in a beautiful, vibrant city, away from our boring life in New Hampshire. My father would be otherwise engaged at the wedding, so trying to keep tabs on me wouldn't be at the forefront of his mind.

John hated how overprotective my father was and often ranted about how our romantic life suffered because of it. Let's just say that my father didn't give us many chances to be alone. We'd dated for almost a year, and John seemed patient with me and my desire to wait to have sex with him. I just didn't know how much longer he'd want to wait, and I thought tonight we could change all that.

That changed when I surprised him in his room.

Getting his room number and a key from the front desk proved to be of little challenge, and I didn't even knock as I entered. To my shock, I heard a woman's voice screaming John's name as I walked through the suite towards the bedroom. My heart sank, knowing what I'd happen upon. I really didn't want my suspicions confirmed, but I felt drawn to the room, unable to turn and run away from something that would surely bring me pain.

Then I saw them, entangled with one another and saying the things lovers do in the throes of passion. It took a moment for him to see me and witness the look of complete devastation on my face. The hussy looked disappointed, not at being caught, but because her imminent orgasm was cut short. I didn't care. All I saw was the man I loved, and whom I thought loved me, fucking someone else.

I turned and ran from the suite in tears, listening to him yelling behind me that this woman meant nothing to him and how he just met her on the plane. I kept running, realizing that this probably wasn't the first time he'd cheated on me. Before I stormed out of his room, I turned to tell him where he could shove his pencil dick; I didn't want him anymore.

I just ran. I tried not thinking about the happy celebration going on downstairs below me. Two people were marrying because they had fallen in love; no matter how forced that love seemed, they were still in love. There was dancing and laughing going on while I walked down the brightly lit hall crying, feeling my chest contract painfully. So this is what being heartbroken feels like?

As I ran down the marble halls in haste, I found a small crack just wide enough to catch the heel of one of my jeweled Giuseppe Zanotti's. It broke right off. These were fantastic shoes, goddammit! Could anything else go wrong? I thought to myself, beginning to wallow in my sadness.

I hobbled to the elevator, listening to the clink of the heel that wasn't broken as I did. I began wiping my eyes with the scarf I'd wrapped around my neck, wishing to be in my room as soon as possible. The sounds of laughter were all around, and the smell of hydrangeas filled the air, reminding me of someone else's happiness.

I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the elevator door and could already see my mascara running down my cheeks. My eyes then fell to the strapless, satin dress that I'd bought just for tonight. Money was no object when I'd searched for the perfect outfit, but now it seemed like money wasted.

I shook my head, thinking how I'd even made sure it was short enough to show off my legs because John loved my legs. He never could keep his hands off of them. I cried even more, noticing my plunging neckline that showed off the girls, but they sat alert and perky, all for nothing.

My body began trembling in embarrassment, and I couldn't wait to get to my room and soak in the tub to try and forget this terrible night. I wanted to wash away the humiliation I felt at being so stupid and clueless. I pushed the up button of the elevator again because it wasn't moving fast enough for me and crossed my arms to try and keep myself from falling apart. I felt like a fool standing alone in this hallway, waiting.

Finally I heard the ding, the doors opened, and I started to get in as quickly as I could at my well-rehearsed human pace. Then I noticed him, and my forward motion stopped.

Leaning against the back of the elevator was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He wore a tuxedo; the bow tie already undone, hanging loosely. The top two buttons of his dress shirt were undone, exposing his caramel skin underneath.

His head hung down, and his arms were spread out on either side of him, gripping the handle. My presence didn't startle him, and I watched as he slowly raised his head, making direct eye contact with me. He had a sad look, but somehow, I thought I saw a spark when our eyes connected. I felt an impulse to run my fingers through his dark, tousled hair but managed to refrain.

I didn't know what to do, but I had to get on the elevator. Something that I couldn't explain pulled me forward. My body quit its trembling, and it immediately burned for this stranger standing in front of me. My breathing hitched, and I suddenly heard a heartbeat that wasn't my own. Could he feel it, too?

My first instinct was to flee, but it would look crazy for me to run away like a little school girl who didn't know how to act around a boy. I struggled with making a coherent thought and knew I needed to step into the small space with this mysterious man.

I wiped my eyes again and put my best broken-heeled foot forward. I struggled to breathe and soon found the strength to inhale and exhale. Another look from those black eyes made my mind go blank all over again. Then his mouth gave a cocky smirk, making me lose track of the breathing I thought I had under control.

I silently thanked what's-his-name for fucking the blonde bimbo and then stepped into the elevator.

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Big thanks to JKane180 for being my fabulous beta and to Pemberlyrose who helps me with her Twilight knowledge.