Unfortunately, I do not own Twilight or any characters associated with the series. I'm just a fan.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! This is my first fanfic: be gentle. Constructive criticism
helps. This story takes place about 3 years after Breaking Dawn. Rated M for language, sexual themes, and some crude humor. Enjoy! ~

RPOV

"Jacob! What are you doing here?!" I screamed as I woke up to find him in the corner of my room, his pants down - what was that in his hand?

"Oh my god, Renesmee, I- I thought you were sleeping!" He whispered, frantically trying to pull up his pants.

I looked over to my princess alarm clock on my bedside table. In big, pink, pretty numbers, it read 1:14am.

"What the heck, Jacob? It's too early for you to be here!" I said through clenched teeth. How dare he interrupt my beauty sleep?

"I- I'm sorry! I'll just go-" he stuttered.

"Daddy! Mommy!" I yelled as loud as my 7-year-old body could. He knew I hated to be woken up, and Daddy would surely yell at him for disturbing me.

In a matter of seconds, my bedroom door jerked open and my father rushed into the room, wearing only his boxer-shorts and a look of horror. His bright-topaz eyes went wide as he took in the scene before him. He stood, frozen in place, while Jacob swiftly climbed out of my window. No! Come back! Let him yell at you for waking me up! Moments later, my mother appeared, hair-ruffled, and hugged by a thin white satin nightgown.

"What's wrong, Edward?" she asked my father, panic evident in her voice.

"Renesmee," he motioned for me to come to him. When I did so, he gently took my hand in his and placed it upon my mother's cheek. "Show her," he whispered, his voice plain.

I began to replay the actions that had taken place over the last 10 seconds in my head, eyes closed in concentration, and eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

BPOV

It had only been a few seconds since Edward and I were so rudely interrupted from our "alone time", but when we heard our daughter's voice calling for us, we both knew we would have to stop. She sounded irritated and upset, which is why it's no surprise that Edward, after reluctantly pulling away from me and sliding into his boxers, was out of my sight and headed down the hall towards her room in less than half of a second. I stood up in a flash, eager to know what was going on, and threw on the closest thing I could find: lying on the floor next to our bed was the white satin nightgown that Alice had given me for Christmas last year. I had always thought that I would never be up for wearing any type of lingerie when I was with Edward, but I had decided to give it a try when he requested it a few nights ago.

After hurriedly pulling on the silky nightgown, I ran to my daughter's bedroom to find a very confused Renesmee sitting up in her bed while Edward was staring at her bedroom's open window, wide-eyed and frozen in place.

A wave of panic shot through my body. "What's wrong, Edward?" I pressed.

"Renesmee," he motioned for her to come forward. Edward stared at me intently while he lifted my darling daughter's hand to my left cheek. "Show her," he whispered, and she closed her eyes.

I couldn't believe what she was showing me. I thought perhaps it would be a nightmare she had, or maybe she had even wet the bed, but this: this was horrifying.

The amount of confusion she had was evident in the memory- that I was sure of. She was only physically 7 years old, after all. And Edward and I had agreed that it would be best to give her "the talk" when her body resembled that of a 13-year-old. Damn Jacob for making us do this while she was still so young!

She showed me how she had felt when she realized that she had been disturbed from her "beauty sleep". Frustration. "How dare he?" I couldn't help but laugh at her logic. But then she showed me the way she had felt when she saw Jacob with his… erm… private area grasped within his hand, and all traces of humor disappeared. It was pure confusion. "What was that?" She asked me, without breathing a word from her lips.

"Uhm... uh… it's… just um…" I drew a blank. What was I supposed to tell her?

Edward, having no doubt heard what she had just silently asked me, inhaled sharply and finally spoke, rescuing me from the conversation at hand.

EPOV

"Uhm, Renesmee, love, why don't you go ahead and get a few of grandma Esme's cookies from the pantry and wait for us in the living room? We'll answer any questions you have once your mother and I discuss some things. Alright, sweetie?"

"Oh my god, thank you, Edward," I heard my wife's thoughts as she let down her mental shield for a moment.

"Okay, Daddy," Renesmee responded. Before she left the room, she came up to me and hugged my legs. I couldn't stifle the chuckle that escaped my lips as I scooped her up and hugged her tighter in my arms. Her thoughts about the current situation were so innocent; I hated to take that away from her, and I hated that my little baby girl was being taken further and further away from me every single day.

"I wonder what that was in Jacob's hand," she thought. "Maybe it was a new toy! Maybe he was trying to wrap it and I woke up and ruined his surprise! Or, maybe it was a microphone. It looked like one, right? Maybe he was going to sing to me! I'll have to apologize for yelling at him later. Oh! Did he just say cookies? Yummy!"

I planted a soft kiss on her forehead before finally releasing her onto the sand-colored floor of our cottage.

"Cookies, cookies, cookies!" she chanted as she dashed out of her room.

"Only 3 cookies, Hun!" Bella called over her shoulder to Renesmee. Then she turned to face me and I knew that if she still had blood coursing through her veins, her face would've been cherry-red and her heart would've been beating a mile a minute.

"I'm gonna kill him! What the hell was he thinking? What is wrong with that stupid, arrogant, self-centered, son of a bitch?!" She said to me, her voice rising as her sentence drew to a close.

She was pissed. I had never, ever seen her like this before. She wasn't even like this when I had left her for nearly 6 months while she was still human! I honestly thought that she would never want to see me again after what I had put her through. But, as usual, Bella's response was the exact opposite of what I had expected.

I had hated the feeling I got when I thought that she had loathed me. Hated the fact that she had every right to be angry with me.

And in that moment, for the first time in my existence, I actually felt bad for Jacob Black. But why should I feel bad? He was the one that was masturbating to my 7-year-old daughter! He was the one that violated the home and the privacy of my child! My child!

He would pay. There was no doubting it. The only uncertainty in the matter was how he would pay. I could always call Emmett... He would surely get the job done.

No. This was a matter I would deal with. Me. This was my daughter. My family. And he would pay by my means of punishment.

But I couldn't worry about that now. I had to worry about explaining to my daughter what she had just seen. I had to give "the talk" to my 7-year-old daughter. Oh God. Why?

"Bella, you need to calm down. We can't possibly explain any of this to Renesmee if either one of us is angry."

"What are we going to do, Edward? We can't tell her the truth! She's only 3!" She was in hysterics.

"Bella, she may be 3, but she has the body and mind of a 7-year-old."

"I don't care! She's still too young!" She may be a vampire now, but she's still my stubborn Bella.

I took her face in my hands. "Love, believe me, I don't like the idea of this any more than you do. But Renesmee is waiting. She deserves to be told the truth." I leaned in and placed a soft kiss against her lips.

Her reaction to my touch shocked me. Immediately, she stood up on her toes and knotted her hand in my hair. When I pulled back due to my surprise, I couldn't stifle the smile that spread across my face at her pouting expression: the smile that I knew for a fact overwhelmed her on a level that I'll never be able to understand. The smile that always seemed to get her to agree with me- whatever the situation may have been.

Without breaking eye contact, she held out her hand and I took it in mine. "Okay", she said so quietly that a human wouldn't have been able to hear. We walked out of Renesmee's pink-painted bedroom, down the hall, and towards our own shared bedroom.

We both quickly pulled on our robes and treaded into the living room.

When Renesmee had grown to have the physical appearance of a 6-year-old, Bella had brought the subject matter up: When would we tell her about things like this? We had both agreed to wait until she represented that of a 13-year-old. It was for this reason that I'd never even thought about what I would say to her when the time came. Would a straight-forward approach be best? Or would explaining everything in great detail be better? I loathed going into this situation so unprepared, but I was out of time, and Renesmee was waiting.

God, help me.

A/N: So what did you think? All advice is greatly appreciated. I will hopefully be posting the next chapter in a few days as of 8/7/12.
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