Disclaimer: You know I'm not S. Meyer, common sense should tell you that. Sometimes I kind of wish I was though…

A/N: Sorry it took a while. I'm now writing my actual book and I had planned on continuing writing Fan-Fiction because I enjoy it and so do you guys. But no one will review. This chapter, though, which I have been planning forever gave me the 'will to right' again. So, here is the drama I've been promising you. It took me forever to figure out this one, but here it is.

Chapter 2: No, Nick. No! Hell No!

(Jacob's p.o.v.)

I woke up without Nessie beside me. The night before Nessie had lied and said that she and Ashley were having a sleepover. Instead she slept over with me.

We had gotten pretty good at this whole mind control thing lately. We could, maybe, top Alice, without the national anthem in Arabic and Korean sign language too.

I was in my boxers, which is how I had to sleep if Nessie wanted to stay over. We hadn't done anything much but decided that it would be easier if she spent the night.

I got up and looked around. Nessie's skinny jeans and paint splatter peace sign t-shirt were on the floor like they had been last night when she changed into my shirt.

I smelled her sugar cookie and gardenia smell mixed with eggs and toast and hurried into the kitchen.

What greeted me there was strange. Nessie was still in my navy blue Polo shirt and her hair was up in the same sloppy bun it had been when she had passed out on my chest last night. But she had her ipod and was dancing while she sang Sex On Fire, which I hadn't expected, and was cooking breakfast at my stove.

I had to grin. I loved Renesmee Cullen this way. She was my girl for the moment, all mine, and I wished it could stay that way forever.

I leaned on the doorjamb as she danced a little while longer. The song changed from Sex On Fire to This Is Why I'm Hot. There are so many reasons why you're hot, Ness, I thought. Then she turned and saw me, blushing.

She yanked out her earphones and smiled bashfully, "How long have you been watching?"

"Sense the first chorus of Sex On Fire," I said, unable to hide my amusement no matter how hard I tried.

"Why didn't you say something?" she asked me as she turned around to shovel some scrambled eggs onto a plate.

"It was cute," I said, "and you…have a beautiful voice."

She smiled and I came up behind her, putting my hands on her hips. I leaned down and kissed her, trailing kissed down to her neck.

"Stop Jake!" she squealed, swatting me as I paid her no attention.

"Jacob!" she whined, slapping my hand, "The cinnamon rolls are gonna burn!"

"Cinnamon rolls?" I asked stepping back curiously.

"Yep," she said, "Esme has been teaching me how to cook and I thought I might try my skills on you, even if you are a bit biased. Go sit down."

Nessie got out the pastries, not bothering to use over mitts because of her temperature and her blister resistant skin.

I sat down and Nessie piled food on top of my plate and sat it in front of me. She sat across the table from me as I looked at my food.

"Are you going to eat it?" she asked me finally as she picked at her giant cream cheese drenched cinnamon roll.

"Of course," I said as I picked up my fork and dug into the eggs. They were heaven. The food I ate was the best I'd ever had. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was biased. But this was better than Emily's cooking. Better than Esme's. Better than both put together.

I scarffed it down and then topped it off with orange juice. Nessie watched, smiling behind her hands.

I got up and sat my plate in the sink. I could do dishes later. Right now my smoking hot girlfriend was sitting in my kitchen in my shirt.

I walked back and grabbed her by her waist, kissing her. She tasted like cream cheese and cinnamon and bubblegum chap-stick.

"God you're wonderful," I said into her lips. She took the opportunity to dart her tongue into my mouth. I loved it when she took control of me, of us.

I reached one hand down and cupped her butt in my hand. With the other hand I tugged on her ponytail holder and her curls fell down around us. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my hips. I put both of her arms around my neck and she twined her fingers in my black locks.

With my free hand I started to unbutton her shirt and she kissed me harder. Just as I was on the last button someone cleared their throat.

Nessie jumped about three feet from me and I turned my head to see who it was. Dad, who was in his wheelchair, sat in the doorway, looking quiet uncomfortable.

"Dad," I said, running my hand through my hair and trying to think of a way to explain this one. Damn it, there wasn't.

"Billy," said Renesmee as she turned around and buttoned up her shirt. She was dark red.

Billy nodded in reply though I don't think Ness saw.

Nessie turned back around, tugging on the tails of the shirt. I noticed painfully how much thigh it showed, too much for Billy that was sure.

"So…I'm gonna go put on some pants," said Nessie finally as she hurried out of the kitchen and past Billy and myself.

When Nessie was gone and I heard the door slam I took the opportunity to look at my father. He tried to look grave but his eyes gave it away. He thought it was funny.

"So?" he asked as he wheeled himself over to the fridge and took out the carton of orange juice, "Did your girlfriend spend the night last night, Jake?"

"Um, yes sir," I said uncomfortably as I sat down and continued to run a hand through my hair.

"Are you being responsible Jacob?" He stared at me as he poured the orange juice in a glass and drank, waiting for me to say something.

"We didn't do anything," I mumbled, fidgeting and twiddling my thumbs.

"Good boy," said Billy, "but, Jake listen to me. Renesmee Cullen is a sweet girl, I know, I've watched her grow up and so have you. If you do anything to hurt her there will be a whole lot of vampires at your throat. And even if you don't hurt her, because I don't think you will, Edward Cullen is her father. And if he finds out about these sleepovers…"

"Okay dad," I said, "but we've got this whole mind control thing down. I am such a good liar."

"Just don't say I didn't warn you son," he said, "And for the record, Paul and Rachel were worse. Once I…well let's not talk about it."

We both busted out laughing. A few minutes later Nessie walked in the room. She looked shy and embarrassed.

"I cooked breakfast Billy," said Nessie as she walked over to the stove, "Esme has been teaching me how to cook. I made your eggs just the way you like them too, with cheese. And I made cinnamon rolls. From scratch."

"Why thank you Renesmee," said Billy as he wheeled himself over to the table and Nessie slid the plate in front of him. She also poured some more orange juice in his glass.

Nessie went and put my frying pan in the sink. She turned around and came toward the table; I motioned for her to come to me.

She was so beautiful in just her jeans and t-shirt. A different kind of beautiful from when she was in my shirt, of course, but beautiful all the same.

She came over and I pulled her down by her wrist. I settled her in my lap and wrapped an arm around her waist. I never wanted to let her go.

Damn pack meeting. Earlier at breakfast I had forgotten about the pack meeting that Sam and I had called. And there was no way to get out of it because: 1) I was the Alpha and 2) I had ordered everyone to go, not an Alpha order, but an order. If Leah, who was equivalent to seven months pregnant, had to go then I had to go. That is unless I wanted to die at the hands of an angry pregnant woman.

Dad had gone to the Atearas to see Old Quil and left Nessie and I alone, which was a big mistake on his part.

We had said we were going to watch a movie. I had actually picked one at random. It turned out that it was Claire and Ness' favorite movie in the world; Alpha and Omega.

Now this movie was a cartoon about wolves and I was a wolf. I didn't need to watch a movie to get the experience. I had lived as a rouge for months before; it was nothing like the movie said. So over-exaggeratative cartoon about wolves or girlfriend? Do I even have to tell you the answer.

And now, an hour later, we were doing what we were now known to do best during movies thanks to Seth's weak mind control; making out. I was on top of her, which is easier said than done seeing she's so tiny. I had to balance my weight so I didn't crush her, but I also had to use one arms to touch her face or her hair or to let her use as a pillow or I'd go insane.

"Uh, Jake," she mumbled, "Jake, Jake, Jacob!"

I smiled and I felt her smile back. She was so… breathtaking, amazing, spectacular, astonishing, magnificent, marvelous…I needed a thesaurus to describe her, but it still wouldn't be enough. You couldn't describe her in simply on word; it was impossible.

I remembered that we would be heading off to our Senior year at Forks High next week, but didn't let it spoil my making out skills. Edward had decided that she was too "developed" to be a Freshman-I had to agree- and now we would be in most of the same classes. I had fake papers, as did she, that lied about my age. We were all set to go.

Suddenly there was a honk at my door. I jumped off of Nessie and went to look out my window. I pulled back the delicate white lace curtains that had been here since even before my mother had died and peered out.

There was a shiny blue pickup parked at the curb and inside sat Nick, listening to his head-banger music.

I went outside to see what he wanted and Nessie followed me. "Sam told me to come and get you!" he yelled over the music, "And he also said to drop off your girlfriend at Ashley's new place for a wolf-girl meeting, whatever the hell that is!"

I looked behind me. The door was shut, no one would break in. I mean this is La Push for God's sake.

I shrugged and helped Nessie in the backset and then hopped in after her to sit beside Nick in the front seat.

Nick turned down his music and stared at Nessie. She was wearing very little clothing, maybe I should buy her a trench coat, and it made me nervous.

"So, what's your name?" he asked her trying to turn on the cool guy swagger. It wouldn't work with Nessie.

"I'm Renesmee, but everyone calls me Nessie. I'm Jacob's girlfriend, but you already know that," said Nessie politely as she held out her hand to shake.

He accepted, and goddamn it he kissed it. He just kissed my imprint. I don't care where it was at, I didn't care if it was her hand. It was the concept of it.

I tried to play it cool though, I didn't want to loose it in front of Ness. I stole a look in the rearview mirror and smiled slightly at what I saw; Nessie looked disgusted and had her arms crossed over her chest.

It wasn't too long until Nessie got dropped off and we were on our way to Sam's place. I let my anger show a little more, but I wasn't going to kill him just yet.

He got out of the car and I attacked him. "Don't you ever fucking touch her again! Do you hear me?"

Sam, Kenny, Melanie, Seth, Irin, and Krys came pouring out of the house to the fight. "Go Jacob, kick his ass!" yelled Mel, who wasn't a fan of Nick.

Sam grabbed onto his newest cub, I was so glad the bastard wasn't mine, and whispered and order in his ear. I stepped back, chest heaving as Seth looked at me, concerned.

"What happened?" asked Kenny in a gravely voice as he stared at me.

"He kissed Renesmee!" I yelled, shaking.

Everyone gasped and looked at Nick. Nick new about imprinting, her new how intense it was. I couldn't wait until he experienced it himself; no more Mr. Player.

"On the hand!" he yelped under Sam's Alpha gaze, "I didn't know he would care so much! I'm not used to having girls that are forbidden to me. I was just flirting, she's hot."

"Dude!" screamed Melanie, "What the hell is wrong with you? Jacob Black is the most over protective imprint here! You know what imprinting is, you may not know what it's like, but you do know what it is! Don't play dumb with us!"

"Melanie is right," said Sam thoughtfully, "Nick, you have night patrol every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday until further notice. Good luck."

Nick opened his mouth to protest but one look from his Alpha shut him up.

(Renesmee's p.o.v.)

"So," said Emily as she sat down, her baby nestled in her arms because she had to feed him every hour, "I take it that neither Zoë or Suzette will be coming?"

"No," said Ashley with a sigh, "Zoë…Zoë knows that Danny is a werewolf, but she doesn't know that she's an imprint. She doesn't even know what imprinting is."

"All in good time I guess," smiled Emily as she cradled her son back and forth in her arms.

"So is anyone going to ask me why I called this meeting?" asked Kim as she crossed her arms and adjusted how she had her sweatpants clad legs under herself on her couch.

Since Sam and Emily's house, which we always used for the wolf girl meetings, was being used for the pack meeting we had to use Kim and Jared's.

"Why?" asked Rachel nervously as she played with the belt loop on her jeans. I knew she had something to get off her chest, but I didn't know what yet.

"I'm pregnant!" blurted out Kim. As soon as she said it she clamped her hands over her mouth and looked down, her black hair covering her face.

"No fucking way!" screamed Rachel, "You're trying to steal my thunder! I'm pregnant too!"

Emily handed me her baby and got up to hug her two best friends. Emily, Kim, and Rachel had always been like that as the original wolf girls. Emily had Taylor, then Kim had Andrew, then Rachel had P.J. After that Emily had Nicole, Kim had Candice, and Rachel had Will. Then Emily has Ethan and once again Kim and Rachel get pregnant. It was scary.

Emily came back and I handed little Ethan gently back up to her. She was crying and I imagined what it would be like if this were me and Ashley having our kids at the same time one day.

(Leah's p.o.v.)

"Remind me again why we're here?" I asked Embry as we pulled up to Sam and Emily's house. It had been ages since I'd had a pack meeting here. But Sam and Jake had ordered us, all twenty-something of us, to a pack-meeting which included me. And even though I was equivalent to seven months pregnant, according to my midwife, I had to drag myself along.

"Because it's important," said Embry as he came around the side of the truck to help me out. He put one hand on my hip and one in my hand and helped me slowly down; having a husband with supernatural abilities came in handy.

The pack meeting was about Renesemee and the-gulp-Volturi. As Embry and I walked along I noticed that there were not nearly enough cars for all of the pack to be here.

Seth's truck was here and of course Sam's was. Jake's VW wasn't here, but I could smell that he, on the other hand, was. Melanie's car was here so she and Kenny should be here. Irin's car was there and beside it was a car I'd never seen, which I guess had to be the new kid's car.

When I stepped inside it brought back so many memories it hurt. I had spent, unwillingly, most of my "cub hood" here. There was miscellaneous junk food scattered all over the place and what I had been craving lately, blue Twizlers, sat on the coffee table.

That was the one thing about pack meetings that had made them bearable when I was younger. And it would help now too. I could smell a batch of Emily's muffins and there were bags of chips scattered everywhere. And, of course, the blue Twizlers.

I grabbed the bag and then laid myself across the couch. My head was on Embry's lap and my feet were on Seth's lap; neither seemed to mind.

"So," asked Seth with a grin, straightening up and laying down the battered magazine he had been reading, "How long till I'm an uncle?"

"About two months," I said, sitting up. The baby made a small kick and I grabbed my brother's hand and pressed it to my stomach, "Feel that, Seth? That's my little Seth Harold or Joyce Lee kicking you."

"Seth Harold?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah," I said, "I mean, I hope you don't mind. I was gonna ask to use your name. And we're gonna call him Lil' Seth-"

"Leah," said Seth, cutting into my sentence, "This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me!"

He hugged me and a few tears escaped from the corners of my eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked, pulling back.

"Nothing," I said, smiling and wiping my tears with the back of my hand, "Just…damn hormones. Hormones is all."

Jacob came in and sat cross legged on the floor, "Why do girls do that?"

"Do what?" I asked as I looked at him.

"Get all weepy and crap," he answered.

"You've never seen Renesmee on her period?" I asked. I felt Seth shrink back a little at the mention of Nessie on her "p-word" because he was her best friend and had been over more than once while she was on that "p-word."

"I'm not allowed over," he said glumly, "Bella's orders."

I snorted and laid back down, crossing my arms over my chest and then searching for the licorice again.

"So are you going to answer me?" asked Jacob.

"Read a damn book Jacob!" I snapped throwing a pillow at him and then re-crossing my arms over my chest.

"God, I think I'm gonna puke," I said sitting up and clamping a hand on my mouth. There was a tugging in my stomach. This didn't feel like any other time I had thrown up, but what else could it be. Was there something wrong with the baby. And then I knew what it was, somewhere deep inside of me- No, no, no, NO!

But there was nothing I could do. It was already starting. I heard the wooden door that connected the kitchen and living room come open.

NO! NO! NO!

The boy who stood in the doorway turned to look at me and I was right. I stared intensely into his eyes and he stared back. I had been imprinted on.

Embry looked at me as if to say something and then looked at Nick. He opened his mouth but no word came out.

Funny how the tables were turned now. I remembered when it was me, watching the love of my life imprint. Now Embry was watching me, the love of his life, his wife, the woman carrying his child, get imprinted on. Ironic wasn't it?

"No!" I screamed as I got up. I walked quietly to the kitchen, trying not to cry too hard. I heard Nick come after me.

As he opened the door I turned around, my black hair flipping into my face, "No, Nick! No! Hell no! Just, Just go away!"

"But-" he started. I didn't listen. I had so many feelings inside of me right now…I thought I'd burst.

"EMBRY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. He came running into the kitchen with the car keys.

"Let's go," I whispered through my tears. He nodded and grabbed my arm, hurrying us out of the back door.