Sorry for the long-awaited update, I've been rushing to get through my school work let alone writing!!

And to those people who've asked, or are thinking it – no, vampires can't have a child, that's why Bella's dilemma is whether or not to ask Jake to be the father since he can have kids. Even though they'll turn out fairly different to your average child…

I hope you all like this; I've been having arguments with my other Twilight-obsessed friends about where this should go now… Oh well. Read and find out and review!!

"Hey Bella," Charlie called from the kitchen as I thudded down the stairs.

Edward had already left. He was doing something with Jasper today while Alice kept on with the wedding arrangements. I was going to see Jacob is La Push today.

I yawned in the middle of my "Morning" response.

"What's new?"

I looked around the room as I stepped around the doorway, wishing that the cupboards weren't quite so yellow – they were burning holes in my morning retinas.

"Not much," I replied, sitting down in a chair. Charlie kept bustling around with his head in the fridge, evidently searching for something. I didn't bother to ask.

He straightened up then, triumphantly holding a jar of come unlabelled substance. He beamed at me across the fridge door, then his face went a little red as he battled to open the lid.

"I felt like having something different for breakfast today – and this jam has been maturing for a fairly long time."

"Okay dad, I hope you don't get sick from it." I picked myself up and headed for the cereal box. Once I was back at the table with a bowl of cornflakes and milk swimming in front of me, I took a swig of water and cleared my throat.

"I'm going to see Jake today."

"That's good Bells, he's been missing you."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes dad." I scooped some cornflakes into my mouth. "No work today?" I asked then, because he ought to have been at the station by now.

"It's been a little slow this week, so I've told the fellas to take an extra half-hour in the morning."

I nodded. Not much ever really happened in Forks.

"When are you heading off?" He asked me, sitting down opposite me with some kind of orange slush spread across his toast.

"Soon," I replied, thinking about how good a shower was going to feel. "Jake'll probably still be in bed if I were to turn up at midday anyway." I stood up and scrubbed out my empty bowl in the sink.

"See ya Bells," Charlie called as I went through the doorway, heading for the stairs back up into my room.

I went into my room and seized my loyal toiletries bag, a pair of jeans and a button up shirt.

When I was in the bathroom, I cranked up the hot water tap, waiting for the hot water to come through before I twisted the cold water tap around. The steaming jet soothed my back, loosening the knotted muscles in my shoulders. I used the time I had standing under the water to think about what Edward had said.

So Jacob wasn't a good choice. I knew that now. It would be an interesting life for the child, on one hand, but it would be completely unfair on it too. Especially if I were to choose to hand the child over to Esme and Carlisle – who were obviously vampires through and through.

So the father would have to be a full human.

There was no one I could think of who would agree to such a request. An unknown donor was looking better and better every second. But then, having a child itself was a pretty big thing. Maybe Edward was doing this to try and make me see what I would be missing out on – that if I had a child I wouldn't be able to bear parting with it and therefore my mortality. Or maybe he just wanted me to leave something of myself behind in the human world. I believed the second option was more likely, Edward wasn't quite so vindictive when it would come to such a large decision. Not that becoming a vampire wasn't a large decision on my part anyway, because it really was.

Okay. So I was having a child with an anonymous donor and then the child was going to be in Carlisle and Esme's care after its birth.

Hang on – what about breastfeeding? And how lumpy I would look for the rest of my existence if Edward changed me immediately after the child had been born? Oh dear. This was going to come with a lot more complications that I'd considered.

Plus the nine months of back-bending pain and cravings and mood swings and then the labour itself – perhaps just skipping the whole idea would be better for everyone. And if I were to wait for about a year for my body to return to normal, I definitely wouldn't be a teenager for the rest of my existence, with Edward.

On second thoughts, a child wasn't that big of a deal. I'd never wanted kids before. And once I'd gained control of myself as well as Carlisle had, I would be able to adopt one, wouldn't I? Yes. I would.

Having my own children had never been a big aim in life anyway. It would be nice, yes, but from what Renee went through as a newlywed with me under one arm, it kind of squandered my vision of happy, bubbly little babies with chubby cheeks and smiling little faces.

The hot water began to run out then, so I regretfully shut off the taps and stepped onto the tiled floor.

When I was dry and dressed, I threw my things onto my bed and snatched a hair tie off my dresser on the way out. I was still bundling my damp hair into a bun when I got to my truck, so I stood at the door for a moment, making sure it looked okay from the front by looking in my reflection in the window.

My mind was so abuzz with thoughts that I didn't realise I had gotten into the truck and was driving until I'd stopped outside the Black's place. The red paint looked just the way I'd remembered it, slightly fading, but still such a colour that it looked like it knew hundreds of stories better than any shiny new house would ever know.

Jake appeared at the door then, alerted by my truck of my arrival. He looked happy, his smile stretching across his russet skin and standing out even from this distance.

I smiled back, unsure of whether or not he could see me through the truck window, and opened the door. Jake was there faster than he ought to have been – reminding me of how I wouldn't have to be jealous of any kind of speed advantages soon enough – and was pulling me into a very Jake-style hug. There didn't seem to be an part of me that wasn't being hugged by his gigantic frame.

"Hey Jake," I said into his shirt. He pulled back and smiled wider at me.

"What's up Bella?" I could even hear the unmasked happiness in his voice.

"Well it's nice to see that you're wearing tops again at least," I joked, smiling back at him. He laughed and leaned forward to shut the truck door behind me, then stayed at my side to walk me up to the house.

"Yeah, I'm having a day off today. It's just Sam and Embry running the borders today."

I looked up at him, hoping that my feet wouldn't catch any loose sticks while I wasn't looking down. "There aren't any threats at the moment though."

"Just a precaution," he said, smiling painfully widely again. He looked up at the house when he spoke again. "Guess what?" He asked, the smile remaining.

"What?" I said, checking that there weren't any obstacles I was about to fall on my face for.

"I'll tell you once you're sitting down."

I gave him a strange look, but he didn't see it because he was still smiling in the direction of the house. "Okay."

We got to the door then, and Jacob let me through first with a gentlemanly wave of his arm.

Ohhh cliffy!! Haha. Don't worry, I'll update asap this time. Thanks so much for your past reviews everyone - please review again!! I'm far more inclined to update quickly if my inbox is full of notes telling me that I've got lots of reviews... hint hint!

Hope you liked it!