Jacob's POV

"Hey, earth to Jakey," Quil said waving his hand in front of my face.

"What? Oh, sorry, I was thinking."

"Obviously," Bella rolled her eyes.

"Did you all over hear what the girl said?" Emmett questioned.

"Which part?" Alice joked.

"The 'mommy' part."

"Yeah, I thought that was strange, too," Kim said.

"Don't judge her," Esme jumped in. "You don't know why she has a daughter, or even if it is her daughter. She may be her sister, but since they don't have a mother, she looks up to Genevieve as her mother. You don't know."

"Esme has a point. Whether or not she is her real daughter, it's none of our concern. She is who she is," Rosalie pointed out.

They both had a point.

Genevieve was cute, but I probably will never see her around. Plus, if she has a daughter, she must still be with the father. I have no chance in Hell. For all I know she could think I'm the ugliest thing shes ever seen. Heh, you never know with people.

Yet, as much as I keep doubting myself, I still want to see her. There was something about her; something amazing. She seemed so fragile, yet strong at the same time. I want to know where she came from. I want to know why she moved here. I want to know about Ginger. I want to know everything.

Okay, now I'm being stupid. But part of me just wants to know.

While I was thinking, everyone went back to the wrestling match. Jasper and Quil were up, I knew Quil was going to lose. I don't know Jasper, but from what I saw today on the battle field and from what I saw in training, he was not someone I would want to tango with.

Now Genevieve I wouldn't mind a different type of tangoing with. Oh my, now I'm becoming a pervert. Dear Lord, someone help me.

I heard laughing next to me. It was Edward. "You know, I think it's funny how you don't even worry about the fact that shes 16 and has a kid."

"Do you mind staying out of my head?"

"Sorry, don't mean to, just happens." Then he quickly added, "Plus your thoughts are funnier then everyone else's."

"Well I'm glad I'm your entertainment," I rolled my eyes.

"Aww, don't act like that, Jake," Bella told me.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, sorry." I really didn't feel like sitting here. It would be one thing if we all were having a conversation about something, but we aren't. Bella and Edward were talking quietly to each other while everyone else wrestled. "I'll be back," I said standing up.

"Okay, but no running off too far," Bella said sternly -obviously joking around.

"Yes, mother." I stood up and started walking towards my house. I could smell Genevieve's sent on this path. I couldn't help but memorize her sent when she sat so close to me. Peaches. I've never liked peaches. I didn't like the way they tasted, and I certainly didn't like the way they felt in your mouth. But I think I'll start to like them a bit more now.

I walked down the path some more and eventually got to my house. But her sent went past my house. I went past my house and continued to follow her sent. Oh, great, now I'm a stalker! Eventually, I found what I was looking for. A few houses away from mine, there sat Genevieve, on the grass playing with Ginger. They looked so happy. Ginger was giggling about something and Genevieve was laughing with her. Gwen came running over and pounced on them, causing them to laugh harder.

I should just go up to her and say hi. If she saw me standing here staring at her, she'll get freaked out. But wait, what if I do approach her, she still might get freaked out. Ugh! Okay, I'll just go over, say hi, then leave. Easy.

I began my walk over to the 3 of them, every fiber in my being was on fire. Gwen noticed me first. She came running over to me, bouncing all around. At least I didn't have to worry about Gwen not liking me here.

"Well look who it is," Genevieve smiled.

"I was wondering where all that laughing was coming from," I told her.

"Hi, Mr.Jacob!"

"Hi, Ms.Ginger," I chuckled. Genevieve pushed Ginger to her feet but remained sitting on the ground. "What are you two doing on the ground, anyway?"

"I'll tell you why if you help me up," she bribed.

"Hmm, I don't know," I joked.

"I promise I don't bite...much."

"Is that a threat?"

"No, it's a tempting offer."

"Mommy, I don't understand," Ginger interrupted.

Genevieve covered her mouth to stop her fit of giggles, "Oh, don't worry about it, Honey."

I put out my hand and helped Genevieve up. Her skin was so soft and smooth, it made me want to continue holding it. But as soon as she was on her feet I knew I had to let go. "So what was the reason?"

"Huh?"

"For you two being on the ground?"

"Oh! Funny story. We were coming back from getting Gwen, and well, the grass is wet from the rain earlier, and I kinda slipped," Genevieve explained.

"Yeah! She was like 'whoa, whoa, whoa, ah!' And fell!" Ginger purposely fell on her bottom. We all laughed at Ginger's attempt to recreate what had happened.

"Not going to lie, thats exactly what I said and did," Genevieve nodded her head.

"Seems pretty epic to me," I told them.

"Epic? Do you even know what an epic is, Little Boy?" Genevieve remarked.

"Little Boy? I'm 16, thank you very much," I told her.

"That's besides the point. I only worry about you using epic wrong," she said sticking out her tounge.

"Mommy, stop being silly!"

"Yeah, mommy," I joked.

"Walk away, Little Boy," she said pointing at me.

"And if I don't?"

"Then maybe I will bite," she smirked. If I wasn't a wolf, I probably would have guessed she was a vampire with her talk about biting. She rolled her eyes at me, "would you like to come in for a drink?"

"Sure," I said surprised. Her house wasn't too big, but defiantly big enough for at least four people. "Wow, the last time I was here, the walls were brown. What made you want neon green?"

"I hate the color brown," she laughed. "I wanted something, unique."

We walked into the living room, which was dark red. I realized that the carpet was black, not white like it use to be. There were boxes all over the place, some empty, some not even open. Pictures were set on the mantel above the fireplace. I walked over to them. The first were of Genevieve when she was younger. I only knew this because in all of them she had a different color in her hair. Who would let their daughter dye their hair that young? The next couple were of Genevieve holding a baby while in a hospital bed. Whelp, that means Ginger is actually hers.

"Having fun?" I turned around to look at Genevieve smiling at me. "If you were trying to figure out if Ginger was actually my daughter, you could have just asked."

"No, I didn't mean-"

"She is," she cut me off. "Are you going to run away now?"

"Why would I run away?"

"Its not everyday you meet a 16-year-old with a three year old."

"I'm three and a half, mommy!"

Genevieve leaned down to Ginger's hight, "Ginger, can you go into the kitchen and wait for us."

"Okay," she replied sadly.

"I didn't mean to be disrespectful," I said, after Ginger left.

"No, you weren't being disrespectful. I was being rude though, so I apologize."

"It's just, earlier, I wasn't sure if she was yours or if she was your sister," I shrugged.

"It's fine. Everyone is always curious; it's part of what makes us humans."

"I really am sorry, Genevieve. I guess I really should leave," I looked down.

"Psh, nah," she laughed. "I invited you in for a drink, and that's what you shall get!"

"If you insist," I joked.

"Oh, and I do!"

I spent a whole hour and a half talking to Genevieve and Ginger. I can see how Ginger can be a handful. She never calms down! She was running all over the place. Upstairs, down stairs, in the kitchen, in the living room, outside, and inside; she would not sit down for an instant. She kept calling me Mr. Jacob which was odd, so I kept calling her Ms.Ginger. Her laugh reminded me of Genevieve's.

I didn't ask any questions about Ginger's dad. I felt like it was going to be something bad. Plus, if she wanted to tell me, she would. Genevieve seemed like the type of person who would keep things secretive. She didn't talk about her parents or friends.

Part of me wanted to run away from this Goddess...

However, I knew I wouldn't be able to unless she pushed me away...

A/N: Okay, so there's chapy 2! Sorry to anyone who was hoping Ginger wasn't actually Genevieve's kid. I thought about it, but I just couldn't bring myself to change the whole story. So I really am sorry. This is a drama, and if you've read my other story, you know I LOVE making drama situations. But, then you also know that I make everything alright in the end.

Peace & Love