Wow! This is the longest I've gone without updating! I'm so sorry! But I warned you that I would be buisy. I have four hours of homework to look foawrd to tonight, so I though I'd get this up before you bite my head off. Also, any ideas for what could happen in this not well though out sequel;) would be great!

I am not Stephanie Meyer. Nope. Still don't own Twilight.

Reviews are greatly appreciated!

JACOB'S POV

Chapter 2: Weird Feelings

"Okay kids. This is the park. This is where you can fly and be free," I joked as Lizzy and Mason ran off.

I sat down on a bench next to Nessie. After a long time of "I don't know, what do you want to do today?" we settled on taking the kids to the new park. I admit, life had gotten pretty boring. Neither of us had, or needed, a job. Finding different ways to entertain our kids consumed our days. It did get pretty dull after a while. But as long as I had Nessie, I was happy.

"I saw Ally at the store yesterday," Nessie said. At first I just thought she was trying to make conversation, but then I remembered that Ally was Nessie's old best friend from childhood. Who was at least twenty five by now.

"Did she… er… think anything was weird?" I asked nervously.

"She did actually. She was shocked that I still looked seventeen... Mason was with me. She didn't know I had kids."

"Crap," I muttered.

"I'm sure it will be fine. I mean, maybe she'll… forget?" I had the feeling she was trying to reassure herself as well as me.

I kissed the side of her head, "It'll all work out," I mumbled.

"But what if it doesn't? What if-" she was cut off by the sound of a child crying loudly.

We both looked around to see the source. A mother in her late thirties came running up to us, holding an extremely plump ten year old boy to her breast, rubbing his head.

"Your son," she spit, "did this to my little Carl!" She revealed a small cut on the kid's elbow. I heard Nessie hold her breath next to me. It had been a while since she hunted.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'm sure he didn't mean to!" Nessie said quickly.

"Oh he meant to all right! Carl, tell this woman what that terrible boy did to you!" the lady told her son.

"M-m-m-mason p-p-p-p-pushed me d-d-down!" the boy sobbed. I knew he was milking this.

"I promise you Mrs., we will talk to Mason and make sure it never happens again," I reassured her.

"Good!" she spit and then walked off with her son, muttering loud enough for us to hear, "Some people ought to teach their kids some manners!"

I growled at her and then Nessie took my hand.

"This isn't like Mason," she mumbled, leading me to where both out children were standing, looking extremely guilty.

"What happened?" Nessie demanded using her angry mom voice. I had a hard time keeping a straight face, until she shot me the angry wife glare.

"It wasn't Mason's fault mama!" Lizzy cried, shaking her head.

"Well then who's was it?" I asked.

"It was Carl's! He was pulling my hair," Lizzy said sadly, poking out her lower lip.

"Lizzy told him to stop, but he wouldn't. I told him to bug off and leave her alone. He was teasing her, calling her a baby. I told him again to leave us alone and he pushed me. I didn't do anything back, so he called me a wuss and pushed me again. He went to push Lizzy, so I pushed him away from her. Only I didn't mean to push him so hard. I thought I was being careful, but he fell and cut his arm. He seemed fine until his mom came over and started sobbing that he could have been killed," Mason explained in a panicked voice, "Honest mom! I was just defending Lizzy!"

Nessie studied both of them for a minute and then knelt down and hugged Mason, "I'm very proud of you for helping Lizzy. Just please remember, you are stronger than other boys your age. Next time something like that happens, come and get us instead," she said.

"Okay mama," they both said.

She clapped her hands together, "Good! Now who wants ice cream?"

RENESMEE'S POV

"Hello, you must be Renesmee, I'm Louis," a man said, coming up to me.

I was sitting at a table at the ice cream shop, waiting for our ever deciding children to make their choice on flavors with Jake.

"Um, yes. Sorry, do I know you?"

He chuckled, "I don't think you do. But I sure know you. Famous Renesmee Cullen. One of the first Hybrids, offspring of the Cullen's who recently defeated the most powerful vampires in the world."

I was shocked. It's not every day that you get approached by a human who knows exactly who and what you are. Then again… I smelled the air around him. Nope, he definitely wasn't human. He had a heartbeat and blue eyes. After a closer look, I realized he was a hybrid, like me. But he was making me extremely uncomfortable.

"Um, I'm sorry I don't know what you're talking about. I have to go," I said quickly, standing up.

"Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about my sister," he mused.

"What?"

"Oh, I thought you'd pick up on the fact that I'm just like you. We all consider ourselves siblings. Then again, you spend so much time around humans that you probably wouldn't notice," he said, smirking in a way that made me not want to talk to him anymore.

"Sorry, you must have the wrong person," I gasped.

I walked quickly away, grabbing my kids by the neck of their shirts and steering them out.

"Hey, I didn't get my ice cream," Lizzy complained.

"Me neither!" Mason pouted.

"Me neither," Jake joined in.

"Just get in the car," I growled.

Jake gave me a questioning glance, but I gave him my I'll explain later look. He nodded and helped Lizzy get buckled in her booster seat.

"Children, I promise I'll take you back another time," I said quietly.

"Okay mom," Mason said, he knew something was up, even if I didn't say it.

Lizzy just looked out the car window, crossing her arms. I rolled my eyes. She would get over it in three minutes anyways.

And I was right. Three minutes later, she was giggling as Mason took off his sock and put it over his hand, making a puppet. While they were distracted I decided to explain to Jacob what had just happened.

"And he told me there were others. Something just didn't seem right about him to me," I finished, shuddering.

"I'll tell the pack to keep a look out," Jake said calmly, "He could have just been interested in meeting you."

"Maybe you're right. I'm probably just overreacting," I sighed, trying to shake that weird feeling.

"Just go with your instincts. If something doesn't seem right, then don't chance it," Jake said.

I nodded and focused on the road, trying to forget what had just happpened. But for some reason, in the back of my head, I knew I was being watched.