Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Author's Note: This is a two-shot, but the only strange thing is that I wrote most of the second half first, so there maybe some repetition in the second half. Sorry.

Inspired by the song, 'Stealing Cinderella' by Chuck Wicks. It's such a pretty song.

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Taking a deep, calming - It was meant to be calming, not that anything could actually calm him at this point - breath, Jacob closed his eyes. He was about to, in his eyes, sign the death warrant that would allow Edward to maul him if he ever messed up this favor he was asking of him.

He was asking to take Renesmee's hand in marriage, to legally bond them together forever. Though, in reality, the two of them had been bonded to one another since before she was even born.

From inside the womb, she called to him through Bella. Giving her mother the want for Jacob to be near and present in her life. Even if Bella didn't truthfully want him with her every waking moment, Renesmee's pull on Jacob kept him coming back.

Jacob sighed. Eighteen years he'd waited to actually start a relationship with her, and two years later, he was asking her to be his wife.

Twenty long years of preparing for the precise moment when he would kneel down and pop the question. He could have done without the wait, but considering they both had an eternity, in retrospect, the time really held no significant value. They were everlastingly.

Knowing this fact that they would live ceaselessly, settled his nerves on the issue of just letting her live life before having to think about having a serious relationship. He would always be there for her; there was nothing in the world that would pull him away from her.

He loosed his grip on the steering wheel of his old scrap metal heap he called a car. The Rabbit never did die. No matter what the problem, he would revive her. These last years haven't been kind to her. It was near impossible to repair if it were to fall apart again.

Edward forbid Jake to ever take Renesmee anywhere in that 'death trap', as he called it. Jacob would just shrug and say, "Hasn't killed me yet.". This remark received an eye roll indefinitely from Edward.

The scenery blurred by as Jacob sped down the roads of Forks. Maybe it was how he drove in this ancient vehicle that banned Renesmee from ever riding with him in it. It was a genuine concern.

The Cullen mansion was coming into view. Jacob breathed again, taking in the moment, knowing that Edward might very well rip his head off for even thinking such a thought of his daughter. The excuse of his imprinting wouldn't stop this father's wrath. This was his baby girl.

Jacob swallowed hard. He couldn't remember a time when he was so anxious and nervous. At this point he would take a group of blood lusting newborns over going to talk to Edward.

He smirked. Yeah, that was a good deal. His thoughts took a sarcastic tone.

The Cullen mansion was roughly in full-scale view now. Hard to believe they actually hadn't left Forks. Excuses and technicalities were they're best friends as they tried to fake their ages. Jacob wasn't entirely sure what kept the family rooted here, but since it meant he was closer to Nessie, not that he would actually let her leave without him, he was fine with it.

Pulling into the driveway, watching carefully for any sight of life in the immediate area.

Nothing. Nothing at all. It was strange to say the least.

Jacob parked his timeworn pile of rust and bolts that was his car and proceeded to exit through the driver's side door. He slammed the door shut, rattling the frame of his antique automobile.

Alice peeked her head into Jacob's sight through the window. He gave her a pathetic wave. She acknowledged the gesture with a smile and an ecstatic wave of her own.

His eyes left her face and fell to the ground. Pushing his hands deep into his pockets, he moved up the stairs to the front door.

Jacob really didn't need to knock. He was a regular visitor, practically living at their house, as it seemed. Plus Alice probably had already alerted the family of his arrival. She was like that, eager to report any news. Her power suited her well; she always was in the know. That was except for a couple 'problem people' who blocked her.

But on this particular day, Jacob knocked. More out of nervousness than for someone to respond by opening the door for him, the sound and action were oddly comforting to a certain extent.

Alice answered the door, giggling slightly at his expression. "You didn't have to knock, you know."

"I know."

She backed up so he could go through the threshold of the door. Once inside he took another deep breath. As he did, he was assaulted a burningly sweet scent, one he had become accustom too, but it still made him cringe somewhat. He ignored the smell, to the best of his ability, and tried to contemplate the best plan of the attack.

"Nessie's upstairs with Edward. I'll call her." Alice brushed across his arm as she pasted him to reach the bottom of the staircase. She titled her head to call for her, but was interrupted by Jacob before she could perform the act.

"Actually, I need to talk to Edward." Jacob gulped. "Alone."

Taking notice to unusual unease in his voice, Alice's eyes narrowed at him. "What are you doing?" She asked in a teasing, little sister kind of way. She examined his expression, making a note of the tense vibe to it.

"Nothing. Seriously nothing…just want to talk to him." Jacob fixed his eyes on flooring beneath the shoes he'd actually worn today. It was strange to have them on, he was so adapted to running around barefoot due to the fact that he would shred any piece of footwear, or any clothing for that matter, when he transformed.

Alice was catching on to Jacob's drift faster than he had hoped. He already knew that Edward had probably caught wind of his intentions as he neared the house, but Alice…Alice he hadn't planned on knowing before hand.

"Does this nothing have something to do with my niece?" She raised an eyebrow, pressing farther with the subject.

Jake scratched the back of his neck, while he fidgeted a bit where he stood. "Maybe…"

"Does this maybe have anything to do wi-" She paused mid-sentence, her face blank. It was only for a split second, no doubt because of his presence being so close. She had only seen a flash of the future, neither Jacob nor Nessie present, but the conversation clip between herself and Bella was enough to confirm her guess.

A wide, giddy grin spread across her face, her eyes lit up. She giggled. She knew what he needed to talk to Edward about for sure.

Bouncing up so she could reach his head, she pecked his cheek with a quick, insignificant kiss.

"I'm planning it!" She declared, smiling. The pixie girl giggled once more.

With a hop of a turn, she pranced away. "Edward!" She sang. "Edward, Jacob wants to speak with you!"

Jacob rolled his eyes at her pleasure over the news.

Edward was practically touching Jacob before Alice had even finished her statement. "So I've heard." His voice laced with irritation, definitely from the question he was about endure.

Alice was still dancing her way out of the room as Edward motioned Jacob to the couch. They were going to have a little chat.

Jacob bit his lip. He had hoped for more witnesses when he asked, but he would have to settle for Alice in the next room.

He took his place on a seat opposite from Edward. Farther was probably better.

"So, Jacob Black." Edward addressed him in a smug, all knowing tone. "What kind of problem are you causing me now?"

Jacob rolled his eyes. "Can we just skip all this introduction part? We both know you already have picked my brain."

Edward took his question into consideration. "I actually was hoping to watch you squirm for awhile. But…" Edward glanced off as if he was thinking of something. "The answer is no. I will not allow you to propose to my daughter."

"What?" Jacob jumped to his feet, towering over Edward, like usual, but with Edward sitting the height difference was drastically evident.

"You both have time. Waiting would be best." Edward's tone was calm, though the hint of annoyance and impatience was not easy to miss. "She's still very young."

"She's twenty!" Jacob threw his hand in the air. Renesmee had told him that Edward was a crazy, overprotective father; nevertheless he needed to fight as he always had with him.

Whether this was him being overprotective or not, Renesmee and him had waited. Their relationship had grown once she reached the right age, and they had already discussed taking it farther. No one, not even Edward Cullen, was going to stand in-between them.

Jacob was used to Edward being in the way. He was the driving force that pulled Bella and him apart. Jake had fixed her when she was broken. They had both, unknowingly (however, someone did catch on to the affection they shared faster than the other), fallen in love with each other.

And then he returned.

Taking Bella back, pressuring her to break off all ties to Jacob. Leaving him. Alone.

"She may be twenty, but you both have an eternity. It's too soon." Edward stood to be, at least, a bit higher from the ground. Plus it was easier to argue from a standing position.

"Nessie's right. You are so difficult!" Jacob accused.

"I'm surprised you hadn't come to that conclusion years ago." Edward crossed his arms, his feet planted firmly on the floor, with one slightly ahead of the other.

Jacob snorted. "Yeah, yeah." He waved off the comment.

Edward's eyebrows were raised as he sifted through Jacob's immediate thoughts, pulling the information he needed to continue this conversation.

"Jacob, you do realize you are asking to take my daughter from me? Do you really think I'm going to make this easy on you?" Edward watched Jacob's expression, while reading his counter thought.

You know I wouldn't hurt her. Ever.

"I understand imprinting and what it entails. Including that fact." Edward was holding strong to his relaxed tone. Though the aggravation he had for the boy was threatening to break through. "I still will not allow it."

"Might I put in some input," Bella's song-like voice floated into the room. "She's my daughter too, after all."

Bella's grace was more prevalent than ever before when she advanced into the room with them. She took each step without the customary care as she once had. But even so, her poise was perfect and her steps light.

Jacob had originally cringed each and every time he witnessed the new, refined, vampire Bella. Remembering a time when this future might not have occurred. But each and every time he winced at Bella's new species, his eyes would make their way to the tiny girl that was Bella's last human gift. Renesmee.

She had given up life to, in turn, bring Jacob and Nessie together. In a strange way, he was sort of happy. But still always held on to the grief of losing his best friend.

Bella smiled at Jake. "I'll loosen him up." She whispered, though it really did no good, and winked.

Edward rolled his eyes. "Bella." He said her name smoothly with a light hint of annoyance. This was a father and his greatest rival, also known as his wife's best friend/crush and his daughter's lover (Quite a resume, he had to admit.), talk. No wives were to be involved.

"We talked about this, Edward." She put her hands behind her back, lacing her fingers together. "She's not a baby anymore."

Staring at his wife, he studied her. "I know." He sighed. "It's just…" Words failed him.

"Aww…" Bella teased. "You're just a father, Edward. There's nothing wrong with being paranoid." She laughed.

Jacob was standing very silently over in the corner watching the whole scene unfold. He didn't want to interject anything that might convince Edward to deny him once more. Bella was handling things.

Wrapping her arms around Edward's waist, Bella spoke to him. "Everything will be fine. You can trust Jacob. Renesmee does. And that should be enough for you."

"Considering everyone you trusted, Bella. And thinking of all the times those trusted people tried to kill you or nearly got you killed. I'm reconsidering the agreement I was coming too." He chuckled.

"She loves him." Bella confirmed for Jacob the fact both Nessie and he had known for years. Jake smiled.

"I know." Edward agreed in an almost growl. His gaze fell upon Jacob, who was currently grinning at Bella's statement.

"There's no way around it." Bella giggled, but abruptly stopped. "We both knew this was going to happen. The day he imprinted on her the deal was sealed." Bella looked up at her husband lovingly.

He kissed her forehead. Pausing for an instant to allow his lips to linger on her skin that was once warm to him, but now felt like a completely normal temperature.

"Bella. It's inevitable, isn't it?" His whisper muffled by her forehead.

She let out a quick chuckle. "Is it really that bad?" She asked, pulling her head back away from his lips. Her eyes found his.

"Yes." He replied, smirking.

"Edward." Bella's voice was soft, but harsh. "Please." She was just beginning to beg with him. She pleaded for her best friend's sake, as well as for her daughter's sake.

"Fine, love." He gave in. Edward had always found her too irresistible for her own good. Those formerly chocolate brown eyes, which were entrusted to their beloved child, could break him in any situation.

Bella pushed her body away from Edward's, giving him a bit more space. Jacob perked up in the corner, realizing a decision had been decided. Jake moved across the room to where he had stood prior to Bella's intervention.

"Jacob Black," Edward formally addressed him. Jacob straightened up seem more official and proper. "I hereby bestow you with the blessing to marry my daughter, Renesmee."

Jake grinned. "Did you have to say that so incredibly formal?"

"Do you want my blessing or not?" Edward swiftly snapped back into his old, impatient-with-Jacob self.

"No, no." Jake waved his hands out in front of himself. "Thank you." He smiled a genuine Jacob Black smile.

Bella returned the smiled. Edward gave him a stern look only.

"You will take care of her." Edward stressed. "And treat her as she is to be treated."

"Of course." Jake nodded, accepting his terms.

There was a rustle upstairs, then a round of thumping and banging noises. It sounded like someone searching for somthing.

"Oh." A sweet, little disembodied voice moved its way into the room where they were located.

Another round of thumps and bumps from above, and then she appeared in the room. Her bronze curls bounced haphazardly as she elegantly strutted into the room where her parents and Jacob stood. The girl they'd all been waiting for had arrived.

Renesmee.

"Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad." Renesmee waved, tossing her navy gym bag, most likely the item she'd been seeking, down on an empty chair up against the wall. "What's up? I thought you went somewhere, Dad. Guess not."

"Hey, Nessie." Jacob greeted, cheerfully. She turned almost totally red in embarrassment for not noticing him there. She had grown used to his scent over the years; it became camouflaged by the smell of the surrounding environment.

"Jake!" She exclaimed, throwing herself at him. If there was one person that could brighten her day no matter what the circumstance, it was him.

He caught her in him arms, embracing her closely. "Nice to see you too." He laughed. She joined him in the laugh with her kindhearted, childlike giggles.

Edward cleared his throat. Both Jake and Nessie looked.

"Oh right." Jacob nodded. "Renesmee, I need to talk to you about something."

"Huh?" She glanced back at her parents hoping they didn't decide to prohibit her from ever seeing Jacob again or something else ridiculous. "What is it, Jake?"

Jacob got a glimpse of Bella and Edward watching the two-some intently. Bella motioned towards the door, while Edward just calculated the situation.

"Let's go outside, Nessie. I have a few questions to ask you." He grasped her hand and they continued to the door.

They were at the door when Jake halted. "Hold on one second."

He dashed back into the room where Bella and Edward still stood. "Thank you." He said under his breath.

Bella stifled a laugh that her daughter might hear. And Edward just stood there, unmoving or reacting.

Jacob returned to Renesmee and the load of questions he was now approved to ask her. Though only one was of true importance.

Was her father always that difficult?

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Author's Note: So, there is a part two this that I already have about a two pages written. The second part takes place after the proposal…I don't know if I want to write him proposing. It would probably turn out pretty lame. Oh well.

Oh yes, and sorry about all the giggling (I think everyone giggled like four times in this).