Yep, I am now a Twilight Fanfic author. I went and saw Breaking Dawn today and I had to write about Jacob and Renesmee. They just stuck in my head.

I was a miracle child, or so my mother and father always told me. Most of the time I found that hard to believe; I wasn't anything special. I lived with a family of vampires who were way more beautiful than I was and I was in love with my best friend who obviously didn't feel the same.

Speaking of being in love with my best friend, I was sitting in between his legs and leaning against his chest. We were sitting on the beach with the rest of the pack and their imprints, waiting for the bonfire to begin. The rest of my family was hovering about, being vampires and such.

"Are you sure that you're not in love yet?" Kim asked, throwing sand our way from her spot on Jared's lap.

I rolled my eyes and cuddled back into Jake. I used to get so worked up when someone mentioned anything about our love life but I had grown used to their teasing by now. What with the pack taking every jab at us they could.

"I think that they're just fine with how they are right now. Renesmee is still technically six years old," my father shouted over to us from his spot down the beach.

I hated it when they pointed out my age, I couldn't help that I had rapid growth skills. I was just a badass like that. "Thanks for that dad! You always know how to make me feel better!"

I heard my mother start to reprimand him as Emmet's bellow of laughter was heard. I loved my family so much, even if they did make everything completely awkward and complicated most of the time. I mean, with a family as large as mine, it was hard for them not to.

"Hey, do you want to walk along the shore with me?" Jake whispered into my ear, sending chills down my spine.

I shook myself and nodded to him. Then I stood up and held out a hand to help him to his feet. He rolled his eyes but took it in his anyway. Once he got up I expected him to drop it but instead he kept a firm grip on it. Letting our hands swing slightly between us as we took off down the beach.

When we left the hearing range of everyone I looked up at Jake and asked, "Why did you ask me to walk with you? We usually just sit by the fire with everyone else."

He took a deep breath and sat on a piece of drift wood. I frowned and walked over to crouch in front of him. I placed one of my hands on his knee and the other one on his cheek. I tilted his face up so he would look in my eyes and I gave him a reassuring smile.

"You can tell me anything, you know that right?" I smiled. "I won't tell anyone about it."

He gave me a shy smile in return and said, "I don't have to worry about you telling anyone about it, everyone else already knows."

I felt my heart give a painful squeeze; he had a secret that everyone else knew but me? I was supposed to be his best friend and he was keeping secrets from me. I stood up and started walking back to the bonfire and everyone else.

Jake was pretty fast so he caught up with me before I had even moved three feet. He caught my wrist in his hands and I tried to ignore the tingles I got from it. I let him turn me around and cup my face in his hands.

"Nes, what's wrong?" he asked, rubbing my cheekbones with his rough thumbs. "Talk to me."

I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath. I didn't want to say anything that I would regret. I let my breath out slowly and forced out, "Jake, please let me go. Go tell your secrets to someone else because apparently we're not best friends anymore."

I tore myself out of his grip and ran with all of my speed back to the bonfire. I stopped when I got to my parents and said, "I want to go home. I don't want to be here right now, please daddy."

My father's eyes softened and he threw me on his back. After a nod to Sam and Emily he started running back home. Once we made it to the house he slide me off of his back, keeping a firm grip on my shoulders and he looked me in the eyes.

"What happened, babydoll?" He asked, rubbing his thumbs up and down my arms, trying to calm me down.

I tried to see him through my pouring tears but it was impossible so I just said, "He kept a secret from me and it just broke my heart into pieces. I don't know why it bothered me so much but it did."

Something in my father changed in that moment and his eyes became slightly tortured. I was afraid to ask why so I just stood there looking up at him and waiting for him to talk to me. He shook his head, like he was trying to clear it, then he began to talk again.

"That's something that I'm going to leave him to explain to you at another time. Right now we have some explaining to do," he said, looking behind me at my now arriving mother.

I sighed and walked up the steps to my room. The cottage had gotten some work done on it and now there were two floors. Just thought I would throw that it there.

I heard my mother exchange words with my dad at the bottom of the steps then zip up to my room and knock on the door. I rolled over onto my side and said for her to come in. She walked inside and shut the door, I automatically knew that she put up a shield because I heard my father growl about it downstairs.

"Do you want to tell me what you and Jake were arguing about? Or do I have to get your father to pick through your mind?" She asked, sitting down on my bed beside of me.

"He's keeping secrets from me, mommy. I don't know why it messes with me so much but it hurts so badly. It's like a hole's forming in my heart," I whimpered, new tears falling down my cheeks.

She gave me a sympathetic smile and wrapped her arms around me. When she let me go she brushed some of my curls out of my face and said, "I know everything is really painful and real right now so I'm not going to try and tell you its not. But I am going to tell you that it will get better and easier, I'm sure Jake has his reasons for doing this."

I nodded and hid my face in her neck. I knew that I was soaking her cashmere sweater but she wasn't pushing me away, I just hoped Alice didn't get too mad about it. I mean, it could shrink it and that would be bad.

I whimpered again and sensed eyes on me. When I looked and saw Jake standing in the doorway with a pained look on his face. I sucked in a deep breath and told mom to leave. She nodded at us and punched Jacob as she walked out.

"At least I didn't break my hand this time," she shouted back at us as she ran down the steps. I could hear my father laughing in the distance.

"Nessie, we need to talk about some stuff," he said, sitting in front of me and taking my hands in his.

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