BPOV

I don't know what to do. This morning, Edward's birthday, I was lying there with him when from what I understand, Jacob started thinking about (gulp) marriage to my one and only blood daughter. Now here we are sitting at the small wooden table in our gorgeous cottage kitchen staring at each other. Their faces were all different, I noticed, while nervously studying them. Edward's right beside me as gorgeous and perfect as ever. Even that little worry line he got between his brows still got me. Jacob, though he hasn't really aged a bit, sat there handsome as ever looking like a, very nervous, young man. And my little Renesmee, finally all grown up. She really did look like she stepped out of some fashion magazine. She was more beautiful than me, Alice, or even Rosalie with her long brown wavy hair that hung to her waist and her light-but-rosy complexion and big brown eyes that made her different from all of us. All that she looked was anxious and impatient to hear what I was going to have to say.

"Well…" Edward was encouraging me to say it as if this idea came out of my head. Okay, here goes…

"STOP! If you go one word further Bella-"

"Shut up if you know what is good for your sorry little-" It all happened so fast that it took me a moment to realize why the heck both my husband and my soon-to-be son in law were on the floor wrestling. With Renesmee's screeching, it took me even longer to remember what had just taken place; Jacob had apparently been thinking of some sort of attack that would get me to shut up, and Edward being Edward wouldn't let me take care of myself.

"Get up!" Renesmee and I yelled at the same time. To my surprise, they stopped clawing at each other. Jacob was on the bottom at this exact second with nothing but a few scratches. Edward on the other hand was totally spotless.

" Edward, Jacob, what the hell was that?" I demanded. They got up and brushed each other off.

"I am sorry love, but he was thinking about hurting you. He doesn't want her to know. I mean really doesn't."

"Yeah bells, the leech is right. I tried to hold it in, but I just… I just… Bella, I am sorry." Jacob hung his head. It still hurt me more than anybody knew, even Edward, when I saw that heart-broken face that I had gotten so used to all those years ago.

"Jacob, just, just, you and Renesmee get out of this house right now. Be ready by 12:00 to go to the meadow for a family picnic for Edward's Birthday." I was angry and upset. I wasn't usually like that anymore. They both walked out quietly. Edward stood there looking angry and ready to strangle whosoever was brave enough to get in his way.

"Edward? We tried. Try to think of how you would have felt if you were in his position." Rubbing his back, he didn't seem to calm down.

"Bella, I tried that. But I would never have hurt anybody. You know that even when they all went against me voting to turn you into a vampire that I never laid a single finger on any of them." He was right, as always.

"Well, I don't know what to do now." I really didn't. This little episode would make the picnic very awkward for all of us.

"I do. I am not letting Renesmee marry that monster. I swear on my life Bella. In fact, I forbid her from seeing that mutt." He spat out the last word as if it were poison to his lips.

"No! You can't do that! You out of all people know how much they love each other-" he was crazy!

"Bella! She is the most important thing to me besides you. Look at Emily. Bella, do you want that to happen to our little girl?" I was surprised he wasn't foaming.

"You're one to be calling him a monster! What if my dad knew that you were a vampire!" now I was getting furious.

"Bella, it's not the same thing at all. Vampires have so much more control than werewolves do."

"You have no such excuses. He is not even new-born anymore!" he shook his head and started for the door.

"Where do you think you're going!" I asked. He looked back, but he wasn't angry anymore, just sad.

"Bella, I am so sorry to you and Renesmee. Even Jacob shouldn't have to be put through the pain that this is going to cause him. But it is not his fault that he is what he is. I swear upon whatever sort of God may be up there that I am going to keep my daughter safe." And with that, we were back to block one. De Ja Vu.