"Nessie darling, wake up." I stirred and felt my eyelids flutter as I registered someone talking to me.

"Mmm" I replied

"We need to talk to…"

I sat up in bed and looked into the sad faces of my parents.

"Is something wrong?" I ask inquisitively

"No sweetheart, we just need to talk to you about a few things is all" my father explained.

"We love you so much darling and we've only ever wanted what's best for you, but we have gone about that possibly the wrong way and so we need you to understand the situation." My mother's bell voice pleaded.

Dad took over again; it was like they were silently tag teaming who was going to talk next.

"You remember when we moved away from Forks and we told you it was because wanted a fresh start for the whole family?"

I nodded slightly, confused on the direction of the conversation.

"Well that wasn't the only reason. We left because we didn't want you to have t be surrounded by the craziness of the wolf life; you were brought into when you were born." Mum continued.

"You remember Jacob don't you sweetie? Well there was a weird sort of connection between you two and we felt you deserved to live a normal as possible life under the circumstances without adding to it." She started to hiccup and dad took over.

"What Jacob felt, feels, for you is something a lot stronger then anyone of us can understand and we feel that you have the right to decide if you want to move back to forks for your senior years and reconnect with the life we hid from you." Dad explained.

I wasn't sure what I was meant to say this was a look to take in, especially before breakfast. And I didn't understand any of what they we trying to tell me. I slid out of my bed and padded over to the door I paused with m hand on the door handle and looked back over at my parents who had a look of confusion and sadness on their faces. I smiled warmly and continue my way out the door and down stairs to the kitchen where Granma Esme was making me choc chip pancakes. I sat out the counter with my chin resting on my hands and let out a deep sigh. Granma flipped a small stack of fresh pancakes on to a plate in front of me with a glass of juice and casually asked if everything was alright.

"You know why we moved, don't you Granma?" I questioned. She smiled sadly and I took that as a yes.

"Is that why I feel a pull to go back there, cause of how Jacob feels?"

"Forks is your home sweetheart. And is a huge part of who you are. Jacob will always be a reason. Do you want to go home sweetheart?" Granma was such a smart woman.

I finished my breakfast and as I went to walk back up to my room I tuned and answered Granma with a simple, "Yes."