AN: OK, so it's finally here. This is the long (ish!) awaited sequel to 'Geek to Greek'. If you are reading this and you haven't read that you might like too first, but it isn't essential. The link is on my profile.

Enjoy!

Anyway, so I forgot to put this in my last AN of 'Geek to Greek', but some people wanted me to answer some questions. The answers are on my profile but here they are again anyways.

1.) Yes, my real name is Charlotte. Shocking, I know, but it is true!

2.) I am 16 years old. I know a lot of you thought I was older/younger, whatever. Sorry to disappoint… 16 it is!

3.) No, I have never actually read 'the article' (if you catch my drift). It is purely fiction (as far as I know), but I would love to see it if it was real.

Hope that clears everything up. Message me if you have anything else you want me to clear up, or questions about anything in my story either. Thanks.

One more thing… the winners of my little: 'Why I Love Twilight' competition are as follows. Please don't get upset if you weren't picked, I loved every single entry and it was really, really hard to choose. I hope you guys I picked won't mind me putting your names on here.'

Sarah - Sarahbeara (it wont let me put your username for some reason)

Tiffany - Tif1

Emma - Twilight-Muffins and Wemseee – Emma (It was impossible to pick between you, and then I realised that you had the same name. It made my life so much easier.)

These OCs won't come in until next chapter, but there they are anyway, just so you know who you are. Thanks, and sorry about the monster AN.

Charlotte-xoxo

Chapter 1: Do I Know You?

EPOV

I sat, hunched over and tense, in the little, cream love seat by the window. The leather felt hot and sweaty under my palms, as I gripped the arm fiercely. I had my eyes fixed firmly in my lap, and I was trying futilely to psych myself up for what I knew was coming.

I jumped in surprise when I felt a cold, soft hand on the top of my own, rubbing soothing, comforting circles with its thumb. I looked up cautiously into the concerned, gentle eyes of my wife. Bella smiled warmly back at me and my heart instantly felt that little bit less heavy.

"Hey," she said softly, her thumb continuing to trace comforting patterns across the back of my hand. I flipped my hand over quickly, and caught her hand as it moved. She automatically intertwined her fingers with mine, a small, intimate sign of her love and acceptance for me after all these years. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I assured her hurriedly. I knew that she would see right past my feeble façade, but I still attempted to reassure her anyway, giving her hand a soft squeeze and smiling tightly. We had been married for almost fifteen years, and we had been together for three years before that. Nothing I did could fool her anymore, she simply knew me too well.

"Seriously, Edward!" She cocked an eyebrow and grinned, the cheeky seventeen year old I had fallen in love with resurfacing in an instant. She had aged extremely gracefully; the years had been much kinder to her than to me. I now looked much older than her, her older man; compared to the gorgeous guy I had been in high school.

I snorted, my laughter filling the silent living room. I had never been gorgeous. I had turned out okay in the end, a slow developer, but I had never reached the heights of Mike Newton and the other high school hotheads.

I wondered for a brief moment what Mike would look like now. And Jessica, Tyler, Angela… Tanya. I hadn't seen any of them for years, since graduation in fact. I made a mental note to look up Tanya's number and give her a call; it would be nice to hear from her again. Then, the sensible, rational part of my brain caught up with the other, reminiscent, part. I had to focus on the present, or I would lose it completely.

"What's really bothering you?" Bella asked me, curling up onto the seat beside me and laying her head lightly on my shoulder. I sighed and leaned into her, the muscles in my back and neck loosening fractionally. She always knew exactly what to do to make me feel better, to relax. I had mused on occasion if she could actually read my mind. It would explain her intimate knowledge of exactly how to read me, what words to say to me, what affectionate gesture would help me to relax.

"Well," I hesitated, unsure as to how to explain it. I would sound so stupid and childish if I told her. "I… um, I don't know how to do this sort of thing." I blurted, pulling her onto my lap gently, and hugging her close to me. "I'm nervous." I hadn't even admitted that fact to myself, it had just slipped out, but I instantly felt much better simply acknowledging my fear.

"Don't be. It's not like she's getting married Edward!" She looked up into my eyes and gave me a long, loving kiss. What started out soft and gentle soon became rougher and more passionate. Bella's fingers gripped my hair and I moaned. Even after eighteen years, she could still make me yearn for her, by just a single touch.

"Thank God!" I exclaimed, as we broke off, both breathing heavily. "I don't think I would survive that." I shuddered at the thought. My only daughter… married. It didn't bear thinking about. "She is bringing home…" I gulped, not wanting to say it. I didn't have to; Bella finished my sentence for me.

"Her boyfriend Edward! Our baby girl is bringing her boyfriend because he wanted to meet you. You need to behave!" Her voice was stern now, still kind but willing me not to ruin this. For either of them.

Renesmee Carlie Cullen had been born sixteen and a half years ago, on the same day that I asked Bella to marry me. I had been the happiest day of my life to date, even more so than our wedding less than a year later, although that had been truly magical too.

Bella's pregnancy had been a complete accident, an unforeseen, but nonetheless welcome, joy in our lives. Nine months later we were in the hospital in Forks, where my father Carlisle had delivered a healthy, strong baby girl into the world. Looking down upon my beautiful wife and daughter sharing their first moments together, I had been so overwhelmed with emotion that I knew I had to make Bella mine officially as soon as possible, so that we could truly be a family.

I had got down on one knee, right there on the delivery room floor, and told both Bella and our daughter how much I loved them, and then took the biggest leap of my life.

"Will you marry me?" She had gasped, and then started sobbing uncontrollably, still clutching Renesmee to her chest. I had immediately felt remorse for causing her to be upset, it clearly wasn't the right time. I should have waited. I stood up quickly, moving to her bedside to take her hand in mine. "I'm sorry love, I shouldn't have done that. Forgive me!"

"No, no. I'm sorry!" she whispered, still slightly faint. I frowned, why was she apologising? "Do that again so I can answer you properly." I nodded, still unsure why she wanted this, but I did as she asked. She wiped her eyes swiftly, one arm still supporting our baby.

"Isabella Marie Swan. I love you more than life itself. Truly I do! Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" She swallowed thickly, and then answered in a clear, confident voice.

"Yes." Then, her voice broke and she started to cry again. This time it was clearly a happy kind of tears, because she was smiling beatifically as the tears rolled down her cheeks. "Of course it's a yes, Edward. I love you too." My face lit up like a beacon, like fairy lights at Christmas, she told me afterwards. I pulled up a chair beside the bed and we sat in silence, watching our beautiful daughter as she slept for the first time.

I had no ring due to the impromptu proposal, but I didn't need one. All that mattered was that Bella had said yes. That she wanted to be mine forever.

"Honey, there here." Bella's voice broke through the haze of happy memories and thoughts of my current predicament in a tidal wave of nerves and apprehension. I couldn't hide for ever; my baby was growing up and I wasn't going to miss a moment. I took Bella's hand and we walked towards the door, just as the doorbell began to ring.

BPOV

I opened the door, glancing quickly at Edward to check how he was holding up. He had been nervous all day and I really didn't want him to embarrass Renesmee or her boyfriend by saying something careless. He seemed composed, so I smiled and turned to the two teenagers standing on the porch.

I gasped, the boy standing next to my daughter was shocking familiar, but I couldn't quite place him. I was sure that I hadn't met him before, but he was definitely familiar. A slight increase in pressure on my hand from Edward confirmed that he had noticed it too. It was so weird, like the solution to a crossword clue that you know is just beyond your grasp. You can feel it tugging on your mind, desperate to make itself known, but not quite close enough to make out.

"Hi Mr and Mrs Cullen!" the boy said cheerfully. Even his voice seem familiar, it was so frustrating. "It's nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you from Nessie." I grimaced inwardly at the boy's unknowing mistake and felt Edward tense up beside me. I knew just how much that nickname for his little princess annoyed him, but I hoped he would be able to cast his pet peeves aside and try to be friendly.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked curiously as I leant forward to shake his hand. Edward did the same somewhat reluctantly, and then slung an arm around my shoulder protectively. He was clearly trying to show off his status as the 'alpha male', the way all men do when interacting with new people. I caught Renesmee's gaze and we both rolled our eyes. We knew only to well what Edward was like.

EPOV

Bella asked the question that I had been just about to ask and I waited, mildly interested, for the response. The lad seemed oddly familiar to both me and Bella, and I just couldn't figure it out.

"I don't think so." he said softly, looking thoughtful and slightly puzzled. Clearly not the sharpest Crayola in the packet. "I'm Jay, by the way." I nodded curtly, still waiting for him to work it out. Good Lord that boy was slow; it would have taken Mike Newton less time to process!

"I guess it's possible you could know my dad." he mused. "He apparently looks just like me, and he used to go to school here in Forks." Interesting, that could be possible. I tried to remember the faces of my classmates, to work out who he could be.

"Who would that be?" Bella asked, sounding excited now.

"Jacob." he said, and I shook my head. No, anything but that! I begged silently for him not to say it what I knew would come next, for it to be someone else… Anyone else! "Jacob Black." To my left, Bella gasped in shock, and I turned just in time to catch her as she fainted.

AN: So… what do you think? Unusual enough for you? Review and give me some love people. I will continue to reply to every single one! Thank you! – Charlotte-xoxo

PS. Updates for this sequel will be a bit slower than for Geek to Greek. Probably one a week, on average. Sorry, I have too much to do.