A/N This is just a story I wrote when I was sitting in my room... My friends keep me encouraged. Thank you!

*Disclaimer* I wish I could say I owned this stuff, but I don't...

2/19/10

"Renesmee?" Jacob asked. When I looked at him, he chickened out. "I, um, like your hair… Like that." He looked down, embarrassed.

My parents were in South America, celebrating their anniversary. Rosalie was at the mall with Emmett, and Carlisle and Esme were vacationing somewhere in Europe.

"Jake, is something bothering you? You look distracted," I said, weaving my fingers through his. I was only nine years old and pretty much an adult.

"Uh… Er, no. Why would you think that?" He asked nervously. I frowned.

"Jake," I said, urging him to tell me. He shook his head and unlocked my fingers from his. He walked downstairs to the kitchen. I followed, wondering what was bothering him.

I sat down next to Alice, who was on the couch with Jasper. She looked annoyed, but her eyes were sparkling excitedly.

"What?" I asked. Alice just pressed her lips together.

"Oh, just tell her Alice, she's curious." Jasper said. I already knew what he could do.

"Well, your future just vanished. Forever," Alice told me, rolling her eyes.

I waited for more, but she didn't say anything. I groaned, then glared at Alice.

"That doesn't tell me anything!" I exclaimed, thoroughly exasperated. She frowned.

"Renesmee, you expect me to tell you a secret that's going to change your life? Nuh uh. Besides, I've already told you too much anyway." Alice said, getting up, with Jasper following, and left the room. Jake came to sit by me with a plate of fried chicken. I took a piece and started nibbling on it absent-mindedly.

"Hey," Jake said, breaking my concentration. I had been trying to figure out what Alice meant.

"Argh!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms up in the air.

"What did I do?" He wondered aloud. I shook my head.

"Sorry Jake, it's just what Alice said… But, what's bothering you?"

"Nothing," he said too quickly. My eyes narrowed as I set the chicken back on the plate. He sighed.

"Well, umm…" He was interrupted by the sound of a car in the driveway. I cocked my head. Was Rosalie done hauling Emmett around at the mall?

I got up and walked to the window. I was surprised to see my dad's silver Volvo pulling in to the garage.

"It's my parents," I said. Jacob swallowed loudly.

"What? Why?" He asked. I shrugged. He started coughing violently. I turned in time to see the plate of chicken fall to the floor. I walked over and stooped down to clean up the mess. Jake stared at me, eyes wide.

My parents walked through the door as I stood up.

"Hi mom, hi dad." I greeted them, putting the dish in the sink. When I came back out, Jake was still frozen on the couch.

"What's with him?" My mom asked.

"I don't really know. What's wrong, Jake?" He looked at me.

"Let's go outside," he said stiffly. I raised an eyebrow, but obeyed. Jake followed, closing the door behind him. He started running towards the forest before I had time to ask what that was all about.

He had a head start, so I struggled to catch up.

"Jacob?" I called out ahead of me. He had vanished.

I didn't know how long I had been running, but soon there was a light up ahead.

I broke through the clearing, perfectly symmetrical, with wildflowers filling every free space. The air was filled with the flowers' sweet aroma. The clearing was filled with sunlight and Jake stood in the middle of it.

I could hear a stream bubbling near by. I knew Jake could hear me, but he didn't turn. I walked forward and touched his back. He turned around slowly.

"Renesmee."

"Yes, Jake?"

He stared at me. Finally, he got down on one knee.

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen," he pronounced my full name clearly, then hesitated. "Will you marry me?" As he said this, he pulled a small velvet box out of his pocket.

I started crying, I couldn't help it. He was surprised at my reaction. He pulled me in to his lap.

"It's okay, you don't have to say yes." He murmured, stroking my hair.

"It's not that, Jake," I babbled. "Yes. Yes, please marry me!"

He smiled and slid the ring on my finger. I stopped sniffling long enough to admire it.

The ring was a gold band with a small diamond in it. There were even smaller diamonds embedded in the surface.

"Jake, it's beautiful. Thank you." I said, kissing him. He looked at my ring, then at me.

"It was my mother's," he said quietly. I stroked his cheek.

"Oh Jake," was all I could say. He smiled abruptly.

"I love you," he said, taking the hand that was stroking his face.

As we ran back to the house, I thought about the ring – now my ring. I was surprised at how far we had gone.

My parents were waiting outside when we got home. My dad smiled, my mom's eyes grew wider as she looked at my ring. Dad saw it too, his smile fading. We walked towards them.

"Dad, mom… Jake proposed." I said, holding up my hand. I watched my dad's face warily. His expression was unreadable. My mother stepped forward to hug me. It was a little awkward with Jake refusing to let go of my hand, but we managed.

She stepped back, a sad smile on her face.

"Oh, you're growing up so fast," she said, her voice was choked. If she could, I knew she would be crying tears of joy

I stepped closer to Jake and looked at my dad. He had a blank expression on his face.

"What are you asking for? Our permission?" He half smiled. I realized I was holding my breath and let it out happily. My dad never said no.

"!" I exclaimed, letting go of Jake's hand and hugging my father so tight, it would have suffocated a human.