Leah's POV

I had become attracted to Jacob some time ago. That attraction became overwhelming and we wound up making love. Several times. I do love him and I want to marry him and I'm bearing his children anyway so why am I so scared? It's three hours before my wedding. I decided to go to a traditional sweat lodge to purify myself, just to calm myself down. It's not working. I'm alone. The smoke has enveloped me. I am trying to get my soul in touch with Q'wati the Creator.

Q'wati doesn't feel like talking today.

I rubbed my belly. I'm three months pregnant with Jacob's child.

He's not going to leave, he's not going to leave, he's not going to leave!

That's what you thought about Sam. You thought Sam would never leave.

I stood up. The sweat lodge wasn't calming me down. I am the last person that should be left alone with her thoughts.

I walked out after getting my clothes on. The medicine man gave me a quizzical look.

"Are you alright?"
"Pre-wedding jitters." I told him.

He nodded. "Maybe you should take a walk. That always relaxes me."
"I might just do that." I walked towards the forest, deep into the forest so no one could see me then I transformed after putting my clothes in a bag and hiding it behind a bush. Sometimes, I just like my wolf form better. The only time I hated it was back in Sam's pack when I could hear Sam's pity for me. I hated that pack.

One thing I do love about my wolf form is running so I break off into a run through the forest. The trees go past me in a blur and my paws kick up dirt as I rum. I kept running till I came to a lake. My tongue's lolled out and I'm parched with thirst. I bent my head and began to lap up the water. I've began to let my mind give in to the wolf's. The wolf's mind is simple. Eat when you're hungry, drink when you're thirsty and, above all, continue. Continue living, continue surviving, continue the species.

Mate. I needed my mate. The feeling came over me strongly. I needed my mate and I needed my pack. I tried to ignore it. Human me wanted nothing more than to be left alone. The wolf inside me longed for her mate and her pack. Suddenly, a large wolf came into the clearing.

Leah, the leeches are looking for you.

The leeches being Alice and Rosalie who, in a moment of female camaraderie, I'd decided to let do my hair and make-up for the wedding.

Seth, could you go away?

It only took him a split second to read my mind and figure out what was wrong.

Oh, Leah…

DAMN IT SETH GO AWAY!

I'm not going anywhere, Sis.

I lunged towards him, claws out, snarling. He didn't even fight back, but laid on the ground whimpering while I place my teeth on his throat.

Sis…He whined. You could hurt the baby.

I might be pregnant, but I can still kick your ass.

Do you really believe Jake is going to leave you? You're his imprint!

I DON'T WANT TO DISCUSS IT WITH YOU!

His whining was getting on my nerves so I let him go.

You're mean!

I let you go, didn't I?

What are you two fighting about?

A large, russet wolf appeared in the clearing. He walked up.

Hi, Jake. We both said.

He read our minds in seconds. I sensed his sadness.

Leah, how could you think that? Don't you trust me?
I'm afraid. I admitted. He walked over and touched my nose with his, a wolf kiss.

I'd never leave you. Don't you know that?

No, Jake, that's the problem. I don't know that.

What can I do to convince you?
Not leave me.

I won't. I swear I won't. Can we just go back and Ice-Cold Barbie and the pixie can get you all pretty for our wedding day?
YOU DON'T THINK I'M PRETTY?!

That's not what I said!

I shook my wolf head. That was just me teasing him.

Think about it, Leah, I came out here to look for you didn't I?

I thought about it. There was probably only one man in the world equipped to deal with my craziness. My alpha, my love, my Jacob.

I began to follow him back, rubbing my fur against his and touching noses. I picked up my bag of clothes with my teeth.

It'll be quicker if I go through the forest to get to the Cullens. I told them as I headed off there. After transforming and getting my clothes on I knocked on the door and Alice dragged me in.

"Oh my God! I'm so happy you finally got here!" She said.

"Hey, Leah!" I turned around. Renesmee was holding herself up on the couch. At first I thought she must have injured herself. Then, I noticed the glazed look in her eyes. Rosalie appeared from the kitchen and, with the sound of a loving yet exasperated caregiver, calmly told her to go to her room.

"You are not keeping me in my room on my best friend's wedding day!" She exclaimed. Her eyes narrowed. "I meant Jacob, not you Leah."

"I thought you were over Jacob. Why is she drunk?"

"Because some jokers thought it'd be hilarious to get the deer drunk. They dug a hole filled it with beer and got a whole herd drunk. Then Renesmee, who has a big appetite by the way, drained the whole herd." Rosalie explained.

Renesmee stumbled. Rosalie caught her.

"There you are!" Edward said, coming into the room with Bella. "I told you, you need to rest till the alcohol's out of your system. We don't know how alcohol affects vampires."
"No. I don't want to!"
Bella approached the drunken half-vampire. "Alright. You don't have to go to your room, but please just lie down."
Renesmee stuck her tongue out.

"The wedding will be in a few hours, Renesmee. You do want to go right?" Bella asked, the implied threat obvious.

"Alright, I'll be good. I can be a good girl." She sat down. Well, it was more like she stumbled onto the couch. I tried to disguise my laughing as a cough. Renesmee glared at me.

"Do you think this is funny, Leah? I bet this whole thing is a joke to you!"

I was surprised at the harshness of her voice. I sat down next to her.

"Is there something we need to talk about just woman-to-woman?" I asked, knowing people often revealed things while drunk that they normally kept only to themselves. I winked at her parents and aunts. They discreetly left the room.

"I don't blame you for falling in love with Jacob. But I loved him too. I loved him first."
Oh boy… "Renesmee, there are other guys-"

"I know that. It doesn't make it hurt any less."

I understood how she felt. I understood how Emily felt.

"I'm sorry." I told her.

"It's not your fault." She said. "It's my fault. I was the one that tricked him into thinking he'd imprinted on me. Over the years I fell in love with him."
What could I say to that? "Jacob will always be older than you. He dated your mom for God's sake. You need to find someone who…who will understand you."
Her jaw dropped. "JAKE DATED MAMA?!"
Oh…she didn't know that. Whoops.

"Yeah. He was totally in love with her."
She made a disgusted face. "So…I'm in love with a guy that came close to almost being my dad?"
"Yep." I told her.
"…I need to go lie down."

I hugged her. "We can be friends, right?"
"Yeah, sure." She replied in a sleepy, drunken tone of voice. A few minutes later she was passed out on the couch. I patted her hair. She was sort of endearing when she was sleeping. How old was she now? Six? I think she was six, but she looked sixteen and acted sixteen as well. I quietly stood up and walked into the kitchen where the leeches were gathered.

"Thanks for talking to her." Bella said. "She's taking this a bit harder than she's letting on."
"Well obviously." I said.

"But did you HAVE to tell her me and Jacob dated?"

I shrugged. "It's true and I think maybe that will make it easier for her if she has a reality check. Jacob was always too old for her."
Edward nodded. "I always thought the same."
So, maybe you could've discouraged the relationship, but you chose to do nothing. Awesome parenting, dude.

"I can hear you." He growled.

"Oh! Sorry."
"What'd she think?" Bella asked.

"Jacob was too old for her, but you didn't discourage him?" I wondered.

If Bella could blush she would've. "Well, um…"

"Let's go fix up your hair!" Alice announced, pulling at my arm. Rosalie took the other arm.

"I got some feathers, that's not racist is it?" She asked.

"Those are Plains Indians, I'm a Quileute." I said patiently. "And they're ceremonial."
"A wedding is a ceremony." Rosalie pointed out.
"Maybe they wear it during weddings, I know as much about Plains Indians as you do." It's true, I'm terrible at history. Once they got me into Alice's room she pulled out a bunch of different make-ups and started painting my face while Rosalie braided my hair. I'd decided to grow it out to match my mate's shaggy look. Besides, I liked it better that way. It only took half-an-hour for them to finish. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked beautiful. I smiled.

"I think I'm ready." I told them.

…

I stood facing him. He looked incredibly handsome in his tuxedo. I was wearing a long, white gown. I was surrounded by my friends and family, my tribe and all the Quileute wolves, including Sam's pack. Jake had invited them as a show of good will. Renesmee was there and looked a little embarrassed, but was behaving herself.

"Do you Jacob Black…"

I tuned out the priest while staring into Jacob's eyes. You'd better say I do, you handsome bastard.

"I do."

I lost it and suddenly embraced him and planted a kiss on his lips. Then I blushed and stood back. Everyone was staring at me. Oh Hell, they all know I'm crazy.

"And um… do you, Leah Clearwater-"

"I do!"
"Alright then."
Jacob laughed. I was mad at first then I started laughing. Then the whole room was laughing, including Sam. I kissed Jacob again. He embraced me, his arms unable to wrap around my tummy. He placed his hand on my stomach.

I was married. I, Leah Clearwater, whom everyone had thought was a loser in love had finally learned to love again. I smiled as my new husband slipped a ring upon my finger.