Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep

"Ugh." I groaned. "Let to day be over." I ducked my head under my pillow.

"Good morning, people of Washington. Today is September 10th, nothing but clouds and a chance of rain all day. Perfect weather to go out tonight and watch the new bloody vampire movie, or you could stay inside and cuddle with that special someone—you've been dreaming about. Yes, I'm talking about you Renesmee Cullen."

I woke up with a start, landing on the floor in front of my night stand. Only a dream, just a stupid dream, I repeated to myself—a thousand times—moving my hands through my hair.

"You have ten minutes to get ready! Before, your father and I drag you out, ourselves. Do you hear me, young lady?" My mom called from outside my door.

"Yes ma'am. Ten minutes got it." I swiftly struggled my way out of my twisted quilts. Running to my closet, picking out a set of clothes—appropriate for Alice's liking—out the door and into a quick shower. I brush my teeth after getting dress and quickly running into the kitchen. "See, ten minutes." I walked over to my mom, near the stove and kiss her on the cheek.

"Good morning, honey. I hope you slept well, today's a really big day." She hugged me, before turning back to the stove, "happy birthday."

I groaned, walking over to the kitchen table. "Yeah, about that, can you call Aunt Alice and tell her I'm sick or something. So I could get out of this party, tonight?"

She turned around, setting the plate of eggs, biscuits, and raw sausages in front of me. "She means well, you know that right. You're important to her—to everyone—she would be hurt if she ever heard you say that. I know that you don't like parties as much as I do but she's family. We need to make sure that she's always happy, even if your not. Plus, she'll…" Mom left the sentence, mid-air.

Rip my head off, right? I thought to myself. Her temper tam trumps are never ones to forget and to start.

"I don't believe, she'll rip your head off." Dad said from the doorway. "She loves you too much."

Yeah, I know. I continued to eat my breakfast. "Well, can I visit La Push, before I come over? I haven't seen the guys for weeks, and if they're coming tonight. I know that they won't be themselves—except for Uncle Seth."

"I think, that's a wonderful idea, I'm sure Alice would like to have more time to set up the house." Mom said, smiling from ear to ear. "When are you planning on leaving?"

"Er, well, I don't know I could leave in a couple of hours. I'll call Jacob to come pick me up."

"I still think that's too early. Some of them might still be sleeping." My dad said.

When did you ever care about their sleep? I asked in my head.

He frowned. "When they need to protect my little girl, I don't need them half asleep fighting anything trying to protect you."

If you call me your 'little girl' one more time! I shouted in my head as loud as possible. "I don't think they would mind. I promise I won't be too much of a trouble for them. I was only going to hang out at Emily's house or First Beach with Jacob and the pack."

Mom looked over at dad from the counter. "Come on, Edward. She's not getting any older. Let her live a little."

"Bella, please, this is hard for me letting my little girl—" I scowled at him. "I mean, Nessie, go." Mom walked over to him, closing her eyes. "Well, if you put in that way. Then, I guess you could go. In one condition…"

Here we go.

"You come back the same way you left. Nothing broken, nothing missing, nothing new, do you hear me?"

"Sure, sure," the corners of my mouth lifted up. Mom holding back her giggle from my answer, dad staring me down with concerned, betrayed eyes, it was something I picked up from Jacob—from him saying it so many times before. "I'll call Jacob and I'll be on my way."

I run back into my room, picking up the phone from my desk. I dial Jacob's number.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Just as it was about to go to voicemail, he picked up.

"Hey." He's husky voice answered.

I love he's voice. "Hey, I was wondering, if you would like to pick me up. So that I could stay at the La Push for the day, before the party tonight. I mean if you want—"

"Of course." He interrupted me. "When should I pick you up?"

I looked at the clock, reading seven forty-five. "Well, it's still early. A little after eight, I guess. I still have to finish a couple math problems, mom left me last night."

"Oh, I'll see you then," he said, before handing up.

It's been a six months, since I've seen Jacob in a totally different way. He's more attractive—well, that's an understatement, but still—and he's touch, is more electrifying. My feeling for him is as hot as a wild fire. In just six months, my love for him is indescribable. Nothing in this world could ever compare for the way I feel about him. If only he knew, how I really felt for that stupid, amazing werewolf. And, knowing the past relationship between him and my mom doesn't even bother me that much. 'Cause now I'm more mature to except that.

The time went by fast. Jacob came over just seconds after eight. Next time I should be more specific as 'a little after eight'. I noted myself.

The drive down to Emily's house was quiet, peaceful. Thought he didn't say "Happy Birthday" to me as we got into the car. He didn't say much after that. He updated me on the pack and Emily's kids.

"Tammer—the two year old—has been working on her abc's, while Wulfred—the three month old—has so many tam trumps it's getting ridiculous. I swear that boy will be the youngest in history to turn into a werewolf. Which is ironic since he's name means 'peaceful wolf,'" we laughed at the irony.

"That's funny," I laughed again. "I mean…well, whatever. I can't believe, it's been weeks since the last I've seen them. I'm sure they've grown, a lot."

"No, still the same to me," he chuckled. "Not everyone could grow as fast as you do."

We arrived at their place, within moments. I walked in, seeing the whole pack. We stayed for several hours. Embry, Quil, and Jacob making vampire jokes—trying their bests to aggravate me—while Claire and I read magazines together, Emily made her famous blueberry muffins. Sam, his arm wrapped around Emily—when I'm the only Cullen around, Sam is more relax and enjoyable to be around. Paul and Rachel sat on the couch—Rachel is on her third trimester, making Paul a nervous wreck—talking among them selves. Brady and Collin played on the PlayStation 7. Jared and Kim sat at the kitchen table discussing wedding plans for the up coming summers.

"Hello, guys. It's been awhile." Someone said from the front door.

I quickly turned around. "Leah. Oh. My. God, Leah!?" I did a double look at her mid-section. She was HUGE.

She looked at me and then at her swollen stomach. "Yes, that's right." She looked at Sam. "Now you can't say that I can't get pregnant and imprint." As if on cue, a tall, muscular but lean, green eyes, dark skin guy walks through the door, with a baby in a car seat. "This is Mason and this little guy right here is Nataani." She kissed them both.

"Whoa, Leah, who knew you, had it in you." Embry said from the sofa.

"Yeah, for real, look at you. It's been two years and you have a bouncy baby boy and another wolf on the way. Way to go, Mason." Quil snickered, high-fifing Mason.

Emily walks over to her. "Congrats, cousin," she hugged her. "So what is this one?" Placing her hands on the top of Leah's swollen stomach.

"I was hoping it would be a surprise, but I think the doctor said a girl." She turned to—in front of the coffee table—"I was actually hoping to ask your permission on something, and I hope you could take this as a present—since I could get you anything else." She said with an apologetic smile.

I nodded. "Sure, what is it?" I asked confused, anxious filling my tone.

"Well, I was hoping that you would be the god-mother for this one." She patted her stomach.

"Yes," I squealed. "Yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh my god. I love you so much. I can't wait. Don't you dare, buy the baby anything. I want—"

"I can't let you do that," she interrupted me. "I just wanted you to be there when it was born. I couldn't have you buy everything. As much as I don't want you to, it's just that I feel so bad for not liking you all these years. And, having you being much more generous right now, is harder to let you do anything more—than what I asked for you."

I've always known that Leah has never liked my family. Most things have changed since then. She's been a little more comfortable around me. When she left the pack two years ago—to move to Seattle—our relationship grew even closer, as if we were sisters. We called and emailed each other every day. Talking about Mason, her new job, what disappointed me right now, is that she never mentioned about ever being pregnant.

"So after all this time—two years—you never mention a baby—well babies," I laughed, "can I at least buy the baby things, please. You get no say in this but I'm going to buy little Nataani things, as well."

Leah stared at me with both thankful, weak eyes. "Okay. And, I will do the same for you when—or if—you have your own. So don't say I didn't warn you." She laughed.

I laughed with her. "Okay. Fine, so how you two?"

"Good, all in good health. How about you guys?" Mason said.

"We couldn't be any better." Jacob said from the couch. "Actually I was still wondering if you guys are still going to Nessie's party tonight."

"Yeah," everyone one said in unison.

"Thanks." I said to them.

"Hey, Nessie, listen to this one. Why did the vampire baby stop having baby food?" Embry said.

"Because, she wanted something to get her teeth into," Quil answered between laughing.

I turned around confused, shock, anger build up. "Er, isn't that a fact and not a joke."

"Er…" they said, confused.

Emily came out with trays of muffins. "Okay, stop trying to be funny. Come on the movie is about to start." Emily never has popcorn during movies, but her muffins are so much better, so sweet. They make popcorn second best while watching a movie.

The next to hours we stayed watching Underworld: Evolution. Lucky to say this might the only movie where, werewolves—shape-shifter in my case—work together happily, well sort of.

"That might be the only time, where we could fight in piece like that." Paul said.

"What are you talking about? They were fighting together because they were in love." Rachel corrected him.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

My phone vibrated in pocket. I look at the id screen "unknown" pop across. "Hello." I answered scarred, confused. I hate when I don't know whose calling me. A matter of fact, who would call this number—it is definitely private.

"Is this, Renesmee Carlie Cullen?" They asked from the other line.

How would anyone know my number? How would anyone know me? Who would give my number away? Why would someone give my number away? "Yes. May I know whose calling?"

"This is Hayden Allen Scott. I'm a hybrid just like you. I was born seven years ago, yesterday. I was hoping I could meet you. You are very famous here—where I live—we think you are a miracle. When my people found out I was going to be just like you, they insisted that I go find you and get information about who I am."

"That's nice, but I don't know that much. I get all my information from a friend of mine, Nahuel. If you want I could give you he's number. He's been alive longer than me."

"Actually I was just wondering if I could meet you. Its just more easier that way, don't you think?" Hayden suggested.

I looked around, everyone staring at me with concerned, confused eyes. "When?"

He was silence for a moment. "Well, I'm in town today. So, I was hoping that we could meet today. So are you busy, may be we could meet over a little dinner. Like at a diner, nothing special."

"Well," I hesitated. "I'm busy today. My family is throwing me a party. So can we do this some other day?"

"Well, I'm only in town today. So how about you give me your address, and we could talk there. I promise I won't be long. I just need to ask you a few questions."

"Well, I guess. Um, okay. Come over around six or seven." I gave him my address. "Are you here in town, or are you just coming in from the airport?"

"I'm here in Seattle. Shopping for some modern clothes, I'll see you in a bit."

I hung up and looked at Jacob. He was more concern than anyone else. I was kind of scared to say who it was. In a way I don't want him to know that I'm going to talk to someone else. Or maybe I should say and see if he'll get jealous. No, forget it. He'll never see me like that ever. He's much more mature than me. Well, I don't know, maybe I should be smart and tell them—just for precaution. "Well, I just made a new friend. He's coming to the party tonight." Everyone's eyes grew wider. "I think I'm ready to go." I turned around and walked out the door—into the car.

Jacob walked into the car and just sat there. "What the hell! I'm so freaking confused. What do you mean a new friend? And, what do you mean this person is coming to the party?"

I looked straight out the windshield, while I told him. "Well Hayden, is another hybrid like me. He just wants to ask me some questions—nothing big."

"Nothing big! Nothing big! Nessie he is a freaking stranger. You have never even met him before and all of a sudden you invite him to your house. Are you crazy who know if he's telling the truth? This is one really stupid move you're doing, you know that, right?"

"If you think it's so stupid then don't come tonight." I fired backed.

"I can't do that!" he yelled back.

"Why? Why can't you do that?"

He didn't say anything.

"Yeah, that's right because there's not a good enough reason to come."

"Yes, there is but I can't say. Okay, just drop it."

I crossed my arms. "No, you either tell me now, or I'm walking the rest of the way back home." I threatened.

"I can't." Jacob said softer.

"Why not, I don't understand. You can tell me anything. I promise I wont run, laugh, scream." I pleaded.

He parked the car on the side of the road and then turned to look at me. He sighed, "Okay, here I go." He sat there for another minutes. "Well," he continued. "I can't not go because, I love you Nessie."

I so did not see that coming. Oh my God. I can't believe he just confessed he's love for me. I love you, too. I screamed in my head. I sat in the passenger seat, looking at him. I have no idea what my expression is telling him but it's probably not good, since he continued talking. "Well, are you going to say something?" he asked me after a moment.

"Yeah, I have to go." Why did I just say that—it's too late to take it back—I stepped out of the car and walked the rest of the way home-through the forest.