Chapter 1 Renesmee's Birthday
Nessie got up, dressed, and bounded down the stairs, hoping to see Jacob sitting in the kitchen. He wasn't which saddened her.
"Hi Nessie," Esme greeted.
"Hi Grandma," she said sadly.
What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," Nessie replied.
"This wouldn't have something to do with a certain wolf, would it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in question.
Nessie sighed. "Jacob's not here and he promised me that he'd be here when I got up this morning," Nessie complained.
"Oh honey, I'm sure he's on his way," Esme soothed.
"I hope so, I have to leave for school soon," Nessie responded, her expression somber.
Jacob never showed before she left for school, which only upset her more. She left for school slamming the door behind her. Jacob showed up five minutes after she had left.
He ran to the door, knocking on it.
"Hey Jake," Bella said.
"Hey Bells. Oh shit, she already left didn't she?" Jacob asked.
"Yeah, she did and she's not really happy with you either," Bella replied.
"Bells, I didn't mean to be late, I overslept," he explained.
"I know Jake, just go to her school this afternoon and when she gets out beg for her forgiveness. Knowing my daughter, she'll give in and forgive you."
"I hope so," Jake sighed. "Listen I need to talk to you and Edward about something," he said seriously.
"About what?" Bella asked her curiosity spiking.
"It's about the imprinting, I want to tell Nessie," he said.
"No!" Edward retorted, his voice firm with authority.
"Edward, she's old enough to understand now," Bella defended.
"Are you sure about that?" Edward argued.
"Yes sweetheart I am, she's very mature for a 16 year old," Bella clarified.
"Yes, I know that, but if we let him tell her, things could go too fast for them," he snarled, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at Jacob.
"Edward you know that I wouldn't push Nessie into anything she isn't ready for if she chooses to be with me," Jacob comforted, his voice sincere.
"I know that Jake, but to me she's still my little girl," he answered, a growl caught in his throat.
"I know that, Edward, hell I love her just as much as you do! I know that sounds sick comin' from me but I do," he declared, never breaking eye contact with Edward.
"Jake there's nothing sick about you loving her like we all do. I've always found imprinting fascinating. Nessie would be lucky to have you," Carlisle stated proudly.
"Thanks doc, I appreciate that," Jacob replied.
After Edward and Bella agreed on allowing Jacob to tell Nessie about him imprinting on her, he left the house. He thought about what he was going to say to her all day. Finally when three PM rolled around, Jacob left work and drove towards the school. Nessie and Claire walked out of the school, animatedly talking about the party. Nessie decided that she was going to wait on a bus to take her home because she was avoiding Jake like the plague.
"Are you sure we can't give you a ride home Ness, I mean if you're not waitin' on Jake?" Quil offered.
"No, I've got a lot on my mind. I'm gonna walk home, besides I'm mad at Jacob right now," she explained.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure you guys will work things out. I'd be willing to bet money that he's on his way here right now to apologize," he replied with confidence.
"Probably, but I'm not ready to hear his apology right now. I'll see you all later," she said, walking away.
Not long after, Jacob shows up, pulling in right behind Quil.
"Hey Quil, Claire!" he greeted.
"Oh, hey Jake!" Quil responded, feeling uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?" Jacob asked, concern etched on his face.
"Nothing," Quil replied casually, trying to sound as if nothing were wrong.
"Seriously guys, out with it!" Jacob demanded.
"Fine, Nessie was just here and dude, she said she was mad at you. And now she's walkin' home. We tried to get her to ride with us or wait for you but she wouldn't," Quil explicated.
"She's mad at me because I overslept this morning and didn't come to breakfast like I normally do. I don't think she would've been this mad but today is her birthday and I promised her that I'd be there," Jake clarified.
"Ouch!" Quil answered, his expression slightly pained.
"Yeah, I'm gonna have some major butt kissing to do," he said with a sigh.
"Well, I gotta get this one something to eat and home. Good luck man, we'll see you at Nessie's party," Quil responded.
"Thanks, I'm gonna need it, bye guys," Jacob said before heading towards the Cullen's house.
He saw her a few blocks away from the school, walking. He pulled up beside her, opening the passenger door.
"Come on Nessie, get in," he said. "No, I'm mad at you," she replied, anger lacing her voice.
"Nessie, I didn't mean to make you mad. I overslept this morning and I tried to get there before you left for school. I'm really sorry," he explained sincerely, his tone regretful.
"Fine, you're sorry," she snapped.
"Nessie, please don't be like that, just get in and we'll go hang out before your party," he pleaded.
"No, I don't even know if I wanna have a party, let alone have you there," she retorted icily. She didn't mean the latter but it was already said.
"Nessie, you don't mean that, come on get in," he begged.
"No!" she barked adamantly as she continued to walk.
Jacob followed her all the way to her house. When Nessie got home, she ran inside, running straight upstairs. Jacob walked inside, obviously upset.
"Hey Jake, I take it you showing up at school didn't work." Bella said.
"No, it didn't Bells. She's still mad at me and she said that she doesn't want to have a party nor have me there," Jacob replied pained.
"Oh, Jake, you know she didn't mean that," Bella soothed.
"I know that deep down but it doesn't make it hurt any less," he responded somberly, hanging his head.
"I know," she said understandingly.
"We'll go talk to her Jacob," Alice volunteered, making Rosalie go with her.
"Why do I have to go, it's the mutt's own fault for hurtin' her?" she complained, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Rosalie, he didn't mean to, besides even though our niece is mad at him, deep down inside she still cares about him. We have to help!" Alice argued, her tone determined.
"Oh alright," Rosalie agreed in defeat.
Rosalie and Alice walked upstairs, knocking on Nessie's door.
"Go away Jacob!" she yelled.
"Nessie, it's not Jacob, it's Alice and Rosaile," Alice replied, her hand already on the door knob.
"Come in," she said, unlocking her door.
Alice and Rosalie walked into the room, seeing a very upset Nessie.
"Aww sweetheart, what happened?" Rosalie asked concerned.
"Jacob didn't show up this morning, he overslept and I got mad at him. Anyway, he showed up at school and tried to apologize to me when I was walking home. But I told him that I didn't want to have a party and that I didn't want him there either, Aunt Alice, Aunt Rose. I didn't mean it and now he probably hates me," Nessie replied, almost on the verge of tears.
"Nessie, the mu- I mean Jacob doesn't hate you, he never could, you're too important to him. I'm sure he knows you didn't mean it, but I'm also sure he'd like to hear you say that you're sorry for saying it though," Rosalie said, her voice soft.
"He's probably not even here," Nessie, responded, her tone hopeless.
"Yes he is, he's downstairs. But go clean your face up and we'll go get him," Alice countered.
"Thanks," Nessie said, a small smile tugging on the corners of her mouth.
"No problem," they answered in unison, leaving.
Nessie wiped away her tears and sat on her bed. Alice and Rosalie came downstairs.
"Jake, you can go upstairs and talk to her now," Alice informed.
Jacob practically ran up the stairs to Nessie's room. He knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Jacob walked into Nessie's room.
"Hi."
"Hi," she parroted.
"What's wrong, Ness?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.
"I, I'm sorry Jacob, I didn't mean it," she apologized, throwing herself into his arms and crying hard.
"Shhhh it's ok, I understand Nessie, please don't cry," he pleaded, hating to see his imprint so upset.
Eventually, Nessie did stop crying.
"Listen, I need to talk to you about something," Jacob said earnestly. Jacob glanced down at Nessie, locking his eyes with her puffy red ones.