The wind crushed my white chalky lips. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, as I realised where I was. I hadn't been here since my early childhood. Well, what you could call my childhood. I stood there, heat cradling my hand in a supportive way. I closed my eyes and remembered their faces. White. Paler than mine. Chalkier than my father's. Their eyes were set deeply into their faces, with purple, almost bruise like framing. The piercing red of their eyes had almost petrified me there and then. I had clung to my mother's back instinctively. We had all thought we were going to die. My uniqueness had caused this. I looked up into my Jacob's face. He was breathing in and out harshly. It was the first time here in years, for both of us. I stared at his face, unchanged in the past seven years, and felt the same feelings I had then. I could not bare to live without my Jacob. I knew the way my face would look now was the look my mother and father shared from time-to-time. When they both felt that they were in private. "Jacob? Can we leave?" My voice was barely above a whisper, I knew he could hear it. He nodded once and we turned to leave the clearing. His hands were shaking now. He closed his eyes and breathed rapidly. We walked the familiar path back to the big white house. Jacob's hands stopped shaking and we went up the stairs, and through the front door. My Aunt Alice and Rosalie were hovering over the computer suspiciously. Uncle Emmet was watching a game with Billy, surprise, surprise whilst my Mother and Father lingered near the piano. Grandpa Carlisle and Nanny Esme were no where to be seen or heard. I walked through to the piano room where my mother and father sat."Bella. Brace yourself!" My father said. He must have sensed something that I had not. My mother searched his face and grabbed his hand, turning her body towards us. "Jacob, don't be scared to say what you were going to please. You know you're like a brother or a son to me," My father's mind reading skills were getting annoying as I was growing up. He suppressed a chuckle at my thoughts and stared at my Mother again.
"Sure, sure… So Bells I wasn't going to do it this way but I know Edward loves the dramatic side of life and he's quite traditional…" Jacob looked over at my face and shyly smiled. It was an expression I had never seen before, Jake was never shy. "So er yeah. How do you fancy having a son-in-law?" I looked at his face, my eyes bulging. My mother closed her eyes and breathed deeply, all the time my dad's eyes were on her. It was strange the pull they had to each other, but I understood it completely. Jacob didn't dare meet my eyes. I could hear Billy's breathing spike as Emmet told him what was going on. I waited for my mother to speak.

"Of course Jake. I've, I mean we've,"she glanced at my father "known this was coming for some time now. I just want my daughter, and obviously my best friend, to be happy. If Renesmee wants to be your wife that is?" Her voice trailed off into a question. How could she question Jacob's devotion to me, and my devotion to him? He turned to me and I knew what was coming. I didn't like a performance, I was much my mother's daughter in that way. His eyes met mine and for one tiny second I knew that the world could melt away and I wouldn't notice. He knelt onto one knee and took a square red box from his pocket. He opened it up and produced a white gold diamond ring. "Renesmee Carlie Cullen, will you marry me?" His voice broke on the last word, as if he was unworthy. I would bully him for that later. I couldn't speak so I nodded. Big crocodile tears spilled over from my eyes and has he kissed me I forgot that I was in the presence of my parents. And my mind reading overprotective father. He cleared his throat, as did my Uncle Emmet. I hadn't realised we'd been joined by my entire vampire family and some members of Jacob's pack. I looked down at the floor. A slight blush filled my cheeks. And as perfect as this moment was I couldn't help but wonder how long Jacob had been thinking this. I looked over at my father who mouthed "2 weeks" behind Jake's back. I smiled in response. Alice came and stood by my side and wrapped her arms around me. "Congrats Ness!" She chimed, "You'll be the first 9 year old to have ever fallen in love and got married" She giggled. I didn't really like it when people used my actual age. And it wasn't like my mother resented it, it was because I felt so much older than that. I didn't compare at all to my age group, the only similarity I had with them was that we were born in the same year. I was your average 18 year old physically now. And I would only mature to be 20 averagely. My mother's arms replaced Alice's. Her eyes were a tender gold and just as my father did, I often wondered what she was thinking. "I love you Nessie, more than my own life. I know Jacob will make you happy. I wish you all the best in the future." Her tone reminded me of Esme's voice, loving and devoted. She looked up at my father and smiled serenely. He wound his way through the crowd of my family. He placed his hand on Jacob's shoulder and smiled warmly. He made his way towards me, the expression on his face was unusual. "You just have so much of your mother in you, Nessie, that's all. Its nice that her human beauty wasn't completely lost. I am so happy for you, sweetheart. I know Jacob will make you happy." He brushed my hair from my face and kissed my cheek. He moved back to my mother's side and I was congratulated by everyone else. I saw Alice's eyes glint with ideas and before I could catch my breath, both my father and my mother said "No Alice!" and chuckled. I touched my hand to her face. I showed her what I wanted my wedding to be like. It wasn't very different from what my parents' wedding was like. There were 4 main differences, I wanted a modern dress, Jacob was in a different type of suit, it was at a church and I wanted to go somewhere warmer for my honeymoon. I saw my father exchange a look with my mother and whisper something he thought I couldn't hear, but I could. "Isle Esme's not making a comeback with the looks, we might have to go there again…" He realised I'd heard and sighed. A human wouldn't have been able to hear that, but I could. I was surprised that Emmet hadn't coughed at that but I realised he had his fingers in his ears in a mocking way. Alice was already planning my wedding, by the time I was stood in front of Grandpa and Nanny. Carlisle placed his hand on my shoulder and looked at my face for a slight moment. His face spread into the widest of smiles. He embraced me and whispered, "You've made us all so proud Renesmee," He turned towards Jacob and smiled as warmly. "Don't break her heart Jacob, you'll have eight angry vampires on your tail if you do!" Emmet chimed, winking. The congratulations soon evaporated and left me in need of a talk with my mother.

We walked at a slow pace through the forest. We didn't speak much, I didn't know how to say the words, never mind show her what I wanted to say. "Renesmee, what's bothering you? I've not seen you like this since you realised you had a thing for Jacob," She continued to stare at my slightly alabaster complexion. No doubt looking for the hint of tell-tale blush that had betrayed her, in her human life, of course. "Well… This is going to make things different isn't it?" I kept my eyes to the floor.

"Yes, you'll no longer be a Cullen, you'll be a Black. And you may choose to live away from us. But nothing else as to really change, if you don't want it to." She bit into her granite lip and looked away. I knew my mother too well. This was another one of her selfless thoughts. Unfortunately, that's not where my mind was. My mind was in the gutter. "I don't mean that Momma," I winced and heard her intake of breath. It didn't sound surprised. "Is this a sex thing? I should have guessed," She laughed and stopped walking. As comfortable as I was with my mother, this was a topic I did not want to discuss. I turned slightly rose and shook my head. "I'm not worried about that as much as I should be I guess. I know that Jacob loves me. No, what I'm worried about is…" Her eyes grew wider with speculation, urging me to continue. I swallowed. "…no its about them." She became stiller than normal when she realised who I meant. They were hated amongst all our family and close friends. "What about them?" Her nostrils flared and I could tell she was putting her shield reflexively around me. "Well, what if I get pregnant and have a baby? This baby is going to be more unique than even I am. It'll be quarter vampire, a quarter mortal and half wolf. I mean which vampire has ever thought, 'oh I'll just go breed with this human, and then force my offspring to mate with a werewolf' I know they are shape shifters, but the vampire doesn't, and-" My mother held up one finger. "Renesmee stop! You need to relax, you'll make yourself ill… first things first, are you pregnant?" She raised one eyebrow and then looked me over, cataloguing any changes. "No I'm not. But one day I might be. I want a baby, and so does Jacob. And once were married it might happened. I mean we've not even ha…." I broke off, not wanting to go into too much detail. She seemed grateful. Mother brushed my cheek with her hand and smiled awkwardly, "This might not happen for some time yet. We don't even know if you can have children yet, Ness. We don't know if you and Jacob can have children together. So try not to worry about it until it happens. Jake will look after you, and we'll be there every step of the way, you know that." I smiled and showed her the picture in my head; the one I was reluctant to show her earlier. It was me and Jacob walking hand-in-hand down first beach, my stomach was rounded. It was more of a longing than a dream. "Does Jacob know how much you want to be a mother?" I gulped again. I knew Jacob wanted a baby someday in the future, just not as immediately as I wanted one. "I think I underestimate him sometimes. He will probably know. But I know Billy is dying for more grandchildren." She smiled, clearly satisfied with that answer. She took my hand and we bounded home to be with our destined other halves.