Jacob's POV

All I heard when I woke up was my wife shushing my son. Then there was a silence and I knew that Nessie was listening for me to be up. So I pretended to still be asleep by snoring.

When I figured Nessie was no longer listening for me I started to sneak down stairs to listen in on their argument. When I reached the kitchen doorway I saw Nessie standing in front of Damon with her hands in the air.

"What makes you think that I wouldn't understand?" Nessie asked. Then she went into this whole explanation on how Ness and I used to be teenagers.

"It's still not the same," Damon said.

I could sense that Nessie was upset, and my first instinct as a werewolf was to kill whatever was making my imprint, and wife, upset. But to my surprise, my fatherly instinct took over the wolf inside of me. This was my son.

"Go to bed." I heard Nessie say.

I backed into the hallway when I saw Damon walking towards me. He looked mad… and yet sad. He hated when his mother was mad at him. When Damon reached his bedroom Nessie called out to tell him that he was grounded. Then there was a slam from my son's door. That made me angry.

The next thing I heard was Nessie crying. I walked into the living room and found her with her head in her hands and sobs escaping her chest.

I walked around to the couch, sat down, and put my arms around her. Her head left her hands and went straight to my shoulder. I wasn't wearing a shirt so her tears were running off her face and then down my chest.

"What did he do?" I asked her.

"Tried to sneak out," she sobbed.

I didn't understand why this was making her so upset. Damon had begun to act out when he got into his teen years. And more than anything he disappointed Ness and I. Plus Damon always managed to worry Nessie to no end, even when he wasn't doing anything. That's what bothered me most about it. A worried Nessie was never a happy Nessie, and I lived for her happiness.

"I don't understand Ness," I said. "He's done that a million times."

Nessie sniffed.

"It's not that he tried to sneak out Jake," she said standing up. "That I understand! I remember what it was like to be a rebellious teenager."

A sudden picture popped in my head of a younger, more carefree Renesmee. When she was a teenager she did almost everything she could to break Bella and Edward's rules. It was a phase that didn't end as quickly as others that Nessie had growing up. But out of all the phases she went through, that phase was my favorite. It was the time that I fell completely in love with her.

"I understand that every kid needs a little freedom," she said bringing me out of my thoughts. "I know I wanted all the freedom I could get as a teenager. But no matter what," Ness paused to take a breath, "I always, always made time for my parents."

I sighed. "Ahhh I see."

I grabbed Nessie and pulled her back down on the couch and into my arms.

"Jake I always talked to my parents," she said, "about everything and anything…"

"Nessie our kids love to talk to you," I assured her.

"Not Damon," she sighed deeply. "When he was little he wouldn't leave my side. He always talked to me, and he was never shy about it." Nessie took a quick breath. "Now it's like I'm not around. He doesn't want to talk to me about anything…he doesn't even tell me about school anymore Jake." She continued to sob.

Again she placed her head on my bare shoulder letting the tears stream down my body.

"He's not my Baby Boy anymore," she sniffed.

"Awe baby of course he is," I said stroking her hand with my thumb.

Baby Boy was a nickname Nessie had given Damon after he was born. We never thought that Nessie could have kids, so when we found out that she was pregnant with Damon it completely changed her look on life. Plus Damon was a two month old pre-me and very small when he was born. He also had a baby face growing up. Baby Boy just seemed to fit.

"No he's not Jake," Ness said. "He's almost all grown up and I feel like I've missed it all. He's not my little boy anymore…and I can't accept it.

As our first born, Damon meant a lot to Nessie, as did all of our children. But lately Damon had been pushing away and that deeply affected Ness.

"Honey no matter what he will always be your little boy," I said to her. "Maybe not physically but in here, but in here," I pointed to her heart, "he always will be"
"I know Babe," she said kissing my shoulder. "I guess I just miss him wanting to talk to me. That was my favorite part." She smiled.

That didn't surprise me. Nessie loved to talk.

I laughed quietly.

"You know Baby, we do have three other kids," I said.

This time she laughed along with me.

"I know but they can be so boring," she joked.

We laughed again.

The sound of her laugh was like music to me. I could remember when Nessie was pregnant with Damon, and he was somewhat restless, the sound of Nessie's laughter always calmed him down. Each one of our kids loved the sound of their mom's voice as babies. Well with the exception of Michelle, our five year old, she relaxed at the sound of my voice.

"Look," I said to her, "I'll talk to Damon okay?"

"Really?" she asked.

I nodded. "I know my son and I know how much he loves his mother," I said smiling. "He's always been a momma's boy."

She laughed at that too. I smiled even wider. She looked up at me sweetly, so I gave her a tender kiss on the lips.

We sat there until Nessie fell asleep in my arms, and when I knew she was out for the night I carried her up stairs to bed.