"What are you doing?" Dad said in an unusually calm voice. "She woke up so I thought she should drink some warm milk so she'd fall back asleep." "You need to stay downstairs with the rest of us." Dad said staring icily at me and glancing at Jake. "Why?" I asked. "I sleep in my room all the time." "You are only safe where everyone else is and right now that is down stairs." "Didn't they leave?" Jacob asked. "No. Emmet brought your friends back to their houses-" "They didn't need an escort." Jake scoffed. "It's safer that way. You didn't want them killed did you?" I saw Jacob open his mouth to retaliate and I intervened. "Really? Is it worth arguing over?" There was silence. "That's what I thought. Now, I suppose if this is such a big deal" I said swinging my legs over my bed to the ground, "I'll just go sleep on a couch down stairs. Happy?" I asked glancing at both of them in turn. Jacob scooped me up yet again. I gave up fighting. He carried me down stairs and Dad followed with my sheets and pillow. He dressed the couch like my bed and then Jake lay me down. "Jeez. I'm not that big of a deal." I said yawning. "Yes you are." Jacob whispered, moving my hair so he could kiss my forehead for the second time that night. Third kiss if you count the one in the treehouse. But I had to keep that out of my head since Dad was standing there. Rather awkwardly. "You gonna stand there forever Daddy?" I asked him, probably with a hint of annoyance. "Goodnight beautiful girl." He said, leaning down and kissing my hair. He then walked out of the living room. Jacob lay down on the floor next to me. It suddenly dawned on me how stupid I was to not offer him any blankets. "Jake?" I asked. "Mm?" He answered. "You want a blanket?" "I'm fine Nessie." "Okay. Well, goodnight." "Goodnight." He said. I guess that milk worked after all. I could feel myself drifting off with a warm feeling in my tummy. Why was Jacob always right?