Having Nessie home was about as difficult as having her gone. She was upset and withdrawn all the time. She didn't leave the house unless I absolutely forced her, which I hated doing. She wouldn't run, and she wouldn't cook. She loved to cook, and experiment with food. And she loved to run. But as of recently, she just stayed out of the kitchen, and only ate if someone gave her something. She only drank water, and she hadn't touched a book in weeks. One night, she had managed to take a walk with me, and I actually got her to make herself some gnocchi. I sat on a stool at the kitchen table and watched her. She looked confused as she looked around the kitchen that she had organized, looking for things. I wanted to help her, but Edward had told me to let he reacquaint herself. It had only been two weeks, but it was like she had never been here before in her life.

She was curled up against my chest that night, not sleeping, per usual. She leaned up and kissed me, for the first time in a few days. I just stroked her cheek, not wanting her to cry again, like she normally did when we started kissing. I was starting to think that she would be like this forever, when she pushed herself harder against my mouth, and twisted her hands into my hair. I slowly put my hand behind her back, and thought that it was a good thing her family had left a week ago, but were only in Connecticut if we needed them. I pulled her against me, and pulled my face away from hers. I sighed, but she wasn't quite done with me yet. She pressed herself against my mouth again and pushed her body against mine. She flipped me on to my back, perching herself on my pelvis. She leaned over he and kissed me. I put my hands on her lower back.

She put her warm little hands on my bare chest and pan them down to my stomach and back up. I flipped us both over and held myself up with my arms, kissing all over her beautiful face. Her hands were still on my chest, but she reached down an pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her in a loose cami and boy short underwear. I put my hands underneath her upper back, and kissed her neck and collar bone. She smiled for the first time since the plane ride home, and it made me smile to see it, so I kept kissing around her throat and collarbone.

"Jake," she moaned. I went back up to her mouth and kissed her lips, then her nose, temples and forehead. I kissed her again, on the lips. She reached down and started to slip off underwear, and pulled the cami up over her head. Then she started playing with the elastic of my sweats. I reached down and pulled them off, tossing them in the pile of her clothes on the floor. I put my hands under her back and kissed her shoulder. "Please, Jake," she said in a whisper.

I started to push myself into her, carefully watching her face. She seemed to be okay. I pulled my eyes away from her face and let them close, memorizing the feeling of her…Our non-physical relationship was amazing, but this was a better level, phenomenal. We picked up the pace and she was okay, until we started going pretty fast, and she cried out, but not in a good way.

I pulled myself away from her, and held her face in my hands. Something had to have been wrong with her.

"Nessie, are you okay?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"I have to…I can't…ugh!" she groaned, and the tears started coming down from her eyes.

I wrapped her into a hug, and held her cheek in one hand, while I traced a circle on her bare back with my thumb on the opposite back.

"Jacob…I should have told you when you came to get me," she told me, through sniffles and tears.

"Tell me what, baby?" I said, running my hand repeatedly through her scalp, trying to calm her down.

"That they…Collin…" She had to stop and breathe in deeply. "They sent Collin into my room at night," she said quickly, and my hand movement stopped. I looked down into her eyes. I didn't know whether to hold her, or catch a plane to Italy and kill some people.

"They did what?" I yelled. She winced, and jumped a little. I gasped a little, then pulled he into my arms. "Oh, Nessie, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry," I said. She sniffled that she was okay. "No, you're not. How could I not have understood? You've been so…withdrawn, and alone." I pulled her closer to me, if that was even possible, and kissed her hair.

"You still love me?" she asked. Frankly, I was shocked. She had to be crazy to think that I didn't love her because another person forced himself on her.

"Nessie, of course I love you. I always will love you, no matter what happens…to either of us. What another man did to you does not change the way I feel about you," I said, holding her face in my palm and stroking her cheek with my thumb. "I'm sorry that I let you out of my sight, and I'm sorry that this had to happen to you."

"It's not your fault Jacob…I should have…"

"No, I should have been there. I should not have let you leave alone that day," I said. She pushed herself against me, and buried her face in my chest.

"I love you, too Jacob," she said. I rubbed her back as she sniffled, and I could tell she was still crying. I didn't blame her for acting so strange lately, I hoped she knew that. I couldn't believe they had actually laid a hand on her…and that I didn't assume that. I might actually have something to worry about now -- a little demon child that was 75% vampire coming out of the woman I loved. I wanted to ask if she thought she was pregnant, but now wasn't the time…I had to let her calm down before I asked too many questions. No wonder she freaked when we started to get into it.

Finally her breathing evened out and she fell asleep against me. I pulled my arms away from her, and got out of bed. I pulled my boxers and sweats back on, and went downstairs even though it was like 3 in the morning, I had someone I needed to call…Edward.

It rang three times and he finally answered me with a groan.

"What Jacob?" he asked, angrily.

"She told me something," I answered. "About Italy."

"Hang on…let me just," he started. I heard Bella in the background asking him what I was saying. "I have to go outside, Jacob has a question," he told her, and I heard covers rustling and the door open, and other things. He finally got outside…I had heard an owl. "What did she say?"

"Well, I don't really know how to put it…Listen, don't freak out and come up here, and barge in on everything. I don't even know if she wants me to tell you, but I think you should know, okay?" I said.

"Fine Jacob, just tell me," he said.

"She said that Collin had come into her room while she was there…at night -- that he…" I couldn't say it. I had to euphemize it, for my personal sanity. "He forced himself on her."

"She said that?" Edward asked, with a certain note of shock in his voice.

"That's what she told me…We were starting to…uhm, make love? And she screamed, so I freaked, and pulled away. She told me that they had sent Collin into her room at night. She was crying and she thought that I wouldn't love her anymore if she told me, so she kept it a secret," I told him. He didn't say anything for a while, and it was silent on the phone. "Listen, Edward I should go back upstairs before she wakes up and freaks out."

"Uh, okay sure. Before you hang up, is she okay?" Okay, as in not pregnant. I couldn't answer honestly either way.

"I don't know, I'll ask her when everything calms down, in a day or so," I told him. "I don't think anything's wrong, she seems normal, besides the whole freaking out, and the way she's been reacting to everything -- She just seems so away from everything, but I'm sure there's nothing to worry about." He sighed.

"Okay…just -- be careful with her. She's my only baby, alright?"

"You think I want to hurt her? She's just a little shook up for the time being. She's important to me too, Edward. Just promise you and Bella won't be here in the morning, knocking on the door. I think that would just freak her out even more," I told him.

"You have my word, Jacob," he said. I could just picture him now, head down, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'm gonna go back upstairs. I'll call you if she tells me anything else," I said, before I hung up and went to get up and go upstairs, when I saw Nessie, standing in the doorway, wrapped in a huge fleece blanket. "Aw, babe, I'm sorry, I just thought that…"

"Its okay. I heard you on the phone," she said.

"I figured at least your dad should know. He promised not to tell your mom though," I told her as she walked over to my and sat down next to me. "I'm sorry."

"Its okay, Jacob. I should have told all of you…I was scared, though," she said, pulling her arms around her body, making the blanket tighter.

"Don't worry about anything you've done. None of this is your fault," I told her. "Come, let's go back to sleep." I scooped her up in my arms, her legs falling over my left arm, and her lead leaning against my right shoulder. I kissed her forehead and brought her back up to our room. I laid her down on the bed, and kissed her cheek before pulling the covers up over her. She pulled her arm out from underneath them, and laid her hand against my cheek, just showing that it was okay I told her dad and that she was happy I had done it for her. I leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips before pulling he back against me, and wrapping her up protectively. We both fell asleep pretty quickly.

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*NPOV*

I woke up in Jacob's arms. He was looking at my face, and smiled at me when I made eye contact with him. I smiled and rubbed my face with my right hand. I felt his warm lips on my nose, and I titled my head up and caught him on the lips. I felt him smile against my mouth.

"I'm sorry about last night," I told him. "If you want to…we can."

"No, not until you want to. I don't want to put you in that position -- if it freaks you out," he told me. I didn't want to tell him, but it really did.

"I'm sure I'll be fine, eventually…it just made me feel like I was betraying you, and I guess it still makes me uneasy," I admitted.

"Nessie, this wasn't your fault. You make me feel like I don't do enough to tell you when you doubt yourself like that," he said, pulling his arms from around me and holding my face. It felt really nice when he did that -- like I don't know -- he just had to touch me. I sighed.

"Come on, I'll make you breakfast," I told him, sitting up and pulling the blanket I had wrapped around me last night back over my body. I stood from the bed, and went to my closet, pulling out a baggy pair of sweats and a cami. I pulled them on quickly, with Jake watching me, standing in the door. He held my hand as we walked downstairs.

The fridge was practically void of food -- I guess I really had been pretty out of it for a while. I decided to go out and get some groceries instead, then we could stop and pick up breakfast somewhere. We both got dressed and ready quickly and left in my dark blue Mustang. We went to the local Shaw's and got a ton of stuff that our kitchen was lacking in -- fruit, vegetables, eggs, milk, cheese, pasta, granola bars -- the list went on. We had two carts full of food, and I worried that it all wouldn't fit in my car, but it did. We put it all away at home, before walking into town to a café for brunch. I wasn't very hungry, so I got a plain bagel with cream cheese, and only ate half. I drank a glass of water while Jacob ate a breakfast sandwich. He finished fast and we left, going for a walk up the main street. It was cold, being December. Not many people other than shop owners were out. We held hands, and walked up to the top. Jacob pulled me into the coffee shop so he could get a scalding cup of coffee, and he bought me a peppermint tea, that I had told him I really didn't need. He made me drink it anyway. We sat at the top of the street, which ended with a stone circle in the middle of a cul-de-sac right in front of the ocean. We sat on the rocks and I leaned against him, and he had his arm around my shoulder.

"So, do you want to go somewhere today?" he asked me.

"I don't care. What did you have in mind?" I countered.

"We can do anything you want -- aquarium in Boston, tours or something in Salem, we can go anywhere you want," he said, taking a sip of his coffee. I actually needed to go to Boston, and get some clothes -- I really only had brought autumn clothes, and I never got around to getting winter stuff.

"You up for shopping in Boston?" I asked.

"Sure, whatever you want," he said.

We left at about 2:30, after we got home, and had both taken showers and got dressed to be walking outside. I made some snacks for lunch, grilled veggies, with chicken fingers. We brought them in the car and ate on the way there. It reminded me of New York City a lot, being in Boston. It was exponentially cleaner, but not immaculate. It was such a lively city though, and very upbeat in most parts. We went into the main part of the town where most of the shops were and started shopping. Jacob followed me in and out of all the stores, carrying most of my bags for me. The shop-girls were astonished that he was so patient while he waited for me to pick things out. I got some thick jeans, some sweaters, warm long-sleeved shirts, and a new fleece jacket. It was about three hours later that we put everything in the car and just walked around Boston, getting a feel for the town. Jacob of course had to buy a Red Sox jersey. He joked about getting me one too. I stopped in a shop that sold Victorian era remakes of objects from homes. I got my grandmother some handmade candles, that smelled like violets. We bought some flowers for the dining room table and Jacob specifically picked out some sunflowers for my vanity table and a new blue glass vase for them.

We took the subway back to the station near where we had parked. We loaded everything in, and went home at around 7:30. We got home around 9, with traffic. I made Jacob dinner, before falling asleep on the couch while he ate. It was the most I had done in a few weeks, and I was exhausted. I felt myself get picked up about an hour later, and I got brought up to my room. When I felt the bed underneath me, I sat up, and looked at Jacob, who had just walked out to get sweats from his room, probably, so I changed into my sweats and crawled back into bed. Jacob came in and I felt the bed lower on his side before warmth filled everything up. I loved that he was so warm. I opened my eyes, to find him looking down into my face.

"What ya looking at?" I asked.

"Just admiring how beautiful you are," he said. I smiled and leaned into him, giving him a kiss on the lips. I pulled away and he had a smile on his face too. I put my hand on his side, under the covers, and my other on his chest. I curled up against him, and put my face against the space between throat and collar bone, just breathing him in. We were so connected to each other I don't know how we survived being separated in the first place, let alone if it ever happened again.

"How did I get lucky enough to end up with you?" I asked him.

"You're just that lucky I guess," he answered, rubbing my back. I yawned. "You should go to sleep, baby," he said.

"I don't want to," I told him. "I'd rather just lay here." He took my hand from his side, and kissed my knuckles, then my nose, then my lips. I pulled my hand from his and wrapped it around his side. He pulled my to him in a hug with one arm, and his other hand came up to my other cheek. I pulled away from him to breathe, and he started kissing my neck. I twisted my fingers into his hair, and smiled. He pulled himself back up to my face and kissed me again. He kissed across my cheek to my ear.

"I love you, Renesmee," he whispered. I felt like all air in my body got pushed out -- he said that like he never had before. There was so much passion behind it that I felt my face get hot. My eyesight got all blurry. "Oh, Nessie. Don't get upset."

"I love you too, Jacob," I said, furiously wiping my eyes. His thumb came up to my face and wiped a stray tear away. "I'm such a mess," I said, laughing.

"Do me a favor…don't change," he said, kissing my cheekbone. "I love that you're such a mess -- it keeps me busy," he said, chuckling.

He rolled us over and put his arms across my stomach, resting his head on them. I looked into his face and he smiled at me. His smile always made me melt. I was so lucky to have this person in my life. I wanted nothing more than to be with him forever, and nobody else.

"Jake?"

"Yes, love?" he answered.

"Let's go get married," I said. He picked his head up and looked at me.

"Seriously?" he questioned. I nodded. "Nessie, don't you think that's something you'd want your family here for?"

"No. Let's go, Atlantic City. We're both adults, I don't need anyone there, and I can't imagine spending the rest of eternity with anybody else," I told him, holding his cheek in my hand. He crawled up so his head was over mine. He kissed me, before pulling away quickly.

"Now?" he asked. I nodded. "You think we should like, take showers, get dressed…maybe?"

"Maybe," I laughed. He sat up.

"We're really going to do this?" he asked. I nodded again, smiling.

"You take a shower, I'll call a chapel," I said. He smiled broadly, and leaned in to kiss me again. Then he got up and went into the bathroom. I got up, and pulled my laptop onto my lap. The chapel opened at 10 in the morning…but I really wasn't into the whole "Christian" idea. I looked, and they offered non-denominational unions performed by a New Jersey Judge. I took the cordless phone from next to my bed and called in, leaving a message that my fiancé and I would like to be married the next day at any available appointment. I left my cell phone number. I got up and went to the closet. I pulled out jeans and a white v-neck sweater, with a green lace tank top for underneath. I put the necklace and earrings that Jacob bought me for my birthday on top of my clothes, that were folded on my vanity table. Jake walked into the room after about 15 minutes and kissed me, as I walked out with my clothes and my towel into the bathroom. I left my hair wet, to let it curl by itself. I got dresses, and put my necklace and earrings on and walked back out into our room, toweling my hair dry.

"You're sure that you want to go to Atlantic City, in the middle of the night?" he asked.

"Yes, we'll get in some time tomorrow, hopefully, and that gives us time to find each other's rings and I can find something to wear," I told him, putting my moonstone jewelry into a travel jewelry case, along with my antique ring from Jacob, and some diamond pieces from my family. I put them in a bag with another pair of jeans, a pair of sweats, and a pair of nicer pants, just in case. I tossed in two of my favorite sweaters, and three tank tops. I pulled on some dark tan cow girl boot, and tossed a pair of black heels into my bag. Jacob was watching me awkwardly.

"We're only going to be there for a day, two at the most…do you need all of that?" he asked, pulling a dark blue sweater on over a white undershirt. I guess we had similar taste in clothing.

"You never know what we'll be doing," I told him, tossing in my favorite pair of white sneakers, and zipping my bag up, slinging it over my shoulder. "You want to take a train down, or drive?"

"I'll drive…so should I pack as much?" he asked.

"Well, not as much…but whatever you can think we might do, pack something for it," I told him. He tossed in jeans, and those sneaker-like shoes in dark brown.

"Anything else?" he asked, holding the bag open towards me.

"Something nice…I don't want to see…just something dressy," I told him, walking out of the room, and into the bathroom. I made up a bag of all of my make-up and my tooth brush and tooth paste, and my hairbrush. I tossed in Jacob's tooth brush as well, because I knew he would forget it. I walked back out, into our room and sat on the vanity bench while Jacob zipped up a garment bag. He turned around and looked at me.

"You gonna even tell your family?" he asked.

"I'll call them after the ceremony tomorrow. After they have the chance to intrude," I told him. "Come on, let's go get married." He smiled and leaned in and kissed me. He pulled me up by my hand and we went out to the car.

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*JPOV*

The car ride down to Atlantic City took six hours, and by the time we got there, it was 3 in the morning. We had left at 10:30. She had slept the entire trip, while I drove. I was too excited for this to be tired anyway. I kept looking at her sleeping face -- I could not believe we were actually getting married. It seemed unreal that she wanted to do this -- she had not wanted to get married because she was afraid of not being able to live her life. I guess it was everything that had happened in Italy…I'd have to remember to ask her years from now. I pulled into the parking lot of a nice looking hotel and touched Nessie's cheek. She shook her head and opened her eyes, smiling at me.

"This place look okay?" I asked. She looked out the window and nodded. I got out and passed the keys to a valet girl, who gave me a yellow card with the number 346 on it. We went into the lobby, which had black marble floors, and a white ceiling. Nessie checked us in to the hotel, and proceeded to drag me up to our room. I smiled the whole way there. The bell hop left our bags on the floor next to the door, and Nessie gave him a large bill, shutting the door behind him.

"Okay," she started. "We have to go find rings for each other, and I have to find something to wear. So get dressed. Is your phone charged?"

"Yes…I don't want you to go out alone, here," I told her. I was not about to get her taken again.

"Which is why I'm bringing the assistant the hotel supplies. Her name is Lindsay, and she will be my chauffer and assistant for the day. You, however, are on your own. They don't supply a person for the groom," she said, running her finger across my cheek, and darting into our room, giggling. I ran in after her. She jumped on the bed, and pulled clothes out of her suitcase she had brought in with her.

"It's four in the morning, where do you think you're going…getting dressed so nicely?" I asked her, holding up the diamond patterned pink and grey sweater vest she had in her hand, with a button down pink blouse.

"…Nowhere," she said, drawing it out like taffy through a pull.

"I don't think so missy," I said, pulling the clothing out of her hand, and dropping it on the bed. I kissed her, quickly, then pulled away, and picked her up. I carried her out into the main room, and sat down on the couch with her in my arms.

"JAKE! I have to be ready to go when everything starts to open up!" she said, hitting me in the shoulder.

"You'll have time, there's like what? Two, three hours?" I asked. She shrugged. "How about we watch a movie or something before Lindsay takes you from me for the day?"

"Fine, you find something…I'm thirsty -- you want something from the bar?" she asked.

"Sure…I don't care," I said. She smiled and took a room key, leaving the room. I turned back to the tv, and clicked it on. I flipped through the list of movies that you can order, and had a hard time finding a movie that looked funny, and not cliché. I finally found Pineapple Express, I had never seen it, and reviews were saying it was hilariously funny. I ordered it, and let the play screen come up, and paused it just as the previews started. I went to the mini bar and pulled out some snack foods. Nessie came back in with a bottle of champagne, a bottle of Coca Cola, and two glasses. She had an I.D. -- from Mr. Jenks but she didn't drink so anyway I guessed the soda was for her.

She put the bottles on the coffee table in front of me, with the two stemmed glasses, then went back and opened the door.

"Come in," she said, and another bell hop came in with an entire cart full of food. She passed him another large bill and took the cart to herself. She pushed it over to the coffee table, and took off the lid to a large platter of spaghetti and moved it onto the short table.

"Hungry?" I asked her.

"Very, actually, and I know you are, too, so shut up," she told me, passing me tongs and two plates. She popped the bottle of champagne and poured one full glass and one half glass. I filled up both plates with spaghetti, then put the lid back on the platter. She passed me the full glass and took a plate from me, plunking down next to me. She leaned against my shoulder and started to eat.

"Are we toasting something?" I asked. She shook her head.

"Just figured it was appropriate. People like to drink before they get married, so I took it upon myself to cover the booze," she said, taking a large forkful of spaghetti into her mouth, as a few pieces dangled out, and fell from her face. I laughed at her.

"You're such a mess," I said, passing her a napkin from the cart. She took it and wiped off her mouth, then downed her half glass of champagne in one gulp before replacing the glass on the table and twisting open the soda and pouring it into her empty glass.

"Okay, so here's how its going down," she told me, sitting away from me and looking into my face. "We're going out to a mall, when everything opens, same mall, just in separate places. I need something to wear, and we each need to find each other rings. Then we'll go out for lunch…then we're getting married at two." She smiled at me, and I leaned in and kissed her.

"You sure you want to get married? I mean, I love you, and I want to, but only if you're still sure about this. You were always so against it," I said. She shook her head.

"No, I want to do this…because of everything. I just need to feel like -- I don't know -- like I have a reason to fight harder to stay with you, because you're going to be my husband," she explained, taking another bite of her pasta. I liked that, that I was her husband…well at least, I was going to be.

"Nessie, please don't feel like we have to get married because of that…I'm never going to let anything like that happen to you again, and I know how much you hate the idea of settling down," I told her.

"I just don't see getting married in Atlantic City as settling down. Its just increasing the connection between us. Its not like its going to change the relationship we already have. And we're not moving into a house somewhere in Connecticut to settle down, and…I don't know…retire. We're still young, and we can go back to Paris, and we don't have to be like my parents who go on a honeymoon every 10 years and other than that are happy to stay home," she said.

"I know, but I don't want you to do this if you…"

"You still want to do this, don't you?" she asked.

"Only if this is what you want. Nothing we do is going to make me feel differently about you, I love you. I just want you to be happy with what we do," I told her. "Let's just not talk about it…we'll get married if that's what you choose."

She smiled at me, and kissed my cheek, then took a sip of her soda, sitting back against the couch.

"Are you tired, Jacob?" she asked about an hour later. I looked at her face. I had to admit, I was pretty tired. I nodded. "Why don't you sleep? It might be a pretty long day…" I half smiled and stood to go into our room, but Nessie pulled me back down to the couch and clicked the movie off. "Come here," she said leaning back against the arm of the couch and opening her arms. I smiled again, brightly, and put myself in her open arms. She her head back on the arm of the couch and my head came to rest on her chest. She put her arms on my shoulder blades and I fell asleep quickly listening to her breathing and her heart beat.

*NPOV*

I let him sleep for another few hours, even sleeping three hours myself, until it was about 9. I wanted to get him up so we could go, but he had been awake for more than an entire day, plus, he was so beautiful while he slept. I kept thinking about what I wanted to get for Jacob as a wedding gift. Traditional gift was a watch, but I really didn't want to follow that tradition. I thought about a car, maybe a different piece of jewelry, a new wardrobe…I could not think of anything that Jacob would thoroughly enjoy. He would love a car, but he would be working on it all the time, and that would take away from us being…us.

I was thinking about if we should go anywhere…on a honeymoon of sorts, when an idea for a gift game to me, but it was going to take a while. It was well worth the wait though. Then, he stirred and looked at me, then to the clock above the mantle piece. He took a sharp breath in.

"Oh, shit. Nessie, why didn't you wake me up? It's late now…I'm sorry I slept so late," Jacob said, sitting up, and moving to get up, before toppling over the table and busting his ass. I let out a roar of laughter as he sat there scowling on the floor. He frowned at me, so I got up and went over to him. I sat down next to him and put my hand on his shoulder.

"You, Jake, are the mess," I said. He gave me a sad puppy-face so I kissed his cheek. "Alright, you're up now. Let's go get ready, then we'll have breakfast downstairs…and then we're out of here," I said, pulling Jacob up by the hand. He yanked me into his arms and hugged me tightly.

"I love you, Nessie," he told me, tilting my chin up with his index finger to kiss me.

"Hey, hey, hey! We're getting married today -- abstain from kissing on the mouth until after 2 pm today Mr. Black," I said, putting my index finger up to his mouth. He let out a whine.

"Ness…" he groaned. "Please don't do this to me on our wedding day."

"It's only a few hours, you baby. You'll live," I said, wriggling out of his arms and running off into the bathroom. He chased after me. "I don't think so, Mr. Black!" I said, shutting the door in his face. Just before I shut it, he gave me the saddest puppy face I had ever seen. I heard him whining like a puppy from the other side of the door, scratching at it.

"Nessie!" he groaned.

"Nuh, uh! You have to stay out there until I'm done. None of this "sneaking peaks". You can wait," I yelled through the door, looking around for a towel.

"Try coming out without a towel, baby," he taunted. I groaned and turned the doorknob peeking out.

"Jakey baby. Please…" I pleaded.

"Nope. You're gonna have to come out here and get one yourself," he said. "I noticed that when we got here -- I guess the maid forgot."

"JAKE!" I yelled, with laughter in my voice. "I have to get ready…Lindsay is going to be waiting."

"Nope…I think you're clean enough…you showered before we left the house," he said.

"Jacob!" I snapped, still giggling a little.

"Plus, you're just going to take another shower before everything anyway…so don't freak out," he said. "Just come out please. We'll get dressed and go. Don't tease me with you being naked behind a locked door I really shouldn't burst through." I groaned again.

"Fine, but we're leaving. We're getting dressed and leaving," I told him, coming out of the door. "Ugh, now I'm going to have to have my hair up all day."

"I don't mind. I like to see your face," he said, holding my cheek. I smiled.

"Go get dressed. I'm going to clean up that mess," I said pointing to the main room that we ate in last night.

"Okay, I love you," he said, before turning and going into the room where our bags were. I sighed and went in, starting to pick up the blankets I had put over myself and Jacob while we were sleeping, just a habit. I put all of the empty platters back on the cart, then there was a knock. I went over to the door, and opened it.

"Good morning, ma'am. Room-keeping?" a sweet looking girl said, holding up a pile of clean sheets and a pile of wash cloths.

"Oh, sure. We didn't use the bed though, we slept on the couch. But there are no towels in the bathroom, and I cleaned up the table," I told her. She smiled.

"Okay…did you need anything else?" she asked. I shook my head as Jacob came out of our room dressed.

"Oh! Hi," he said walking into the main room.

"Come, Jake. Help me pick out something to wear," I said, taking him by the hand, and leading him back into our room. I shut the door behind us, and pulled my suitcase to the foot of the bed and pulled out my converse, and a pair of acid washed jeans.

"Well, haven't I been helpful?" he said. I snorted.

"I just wanted you out of her way…what you don't want to watch me change? You'd rather go out there and watch a twenty year old fluff pillows, huh?" I teased. He got very straight-faced.

"Don't even play like that, Nessie. You really think I want to look at anyone other than you?" he said seriously.

"Jacob I was just teasing you," I said, leaving my clothes on the bed. I went over to him and hugged him. "Please don't take it the wrong way."

"I just don't want you to think I want to look at her," he said. "Is it because I said hi?"

"Jacob, no. You didn't do anything wrong…don't think I meant that. I was just trying to mess with you," I told him. "I'm sorry…If you want to go back out and wait…"

"No I heard you mention something about watching you dress…I think I liked that idea," he said, grinning. I smacked his chest.

"You're a pervert," I told him.

"Hey, you suggested it," he said. I laughed a little, then I pulled out of his grip and pulled my shirt off over my head. Then I pulled down my jeans and left everything in a pile on the floor. He smirked and sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his elbows. I turned around and grinned to myself that he was enjoying just watching me change. I took a new pair of jeans and a clean shirt from my bag, then clean undergarments, and I stepped behind a white parchment-like screen, that I guess was a decoration, but it helped me torture Jacob so it worked. A little light from a lamp on the wall illuminated the screen from behind and I started to change. He groaned when I slipped my panties off, followed by my bra. I took my new clothes from the floor and draped them over the top of the screen.

"Nessie…this is hardly watching you change. I thought I was going to get to actually see you, not just a silhouette," he complained.

"You'll survive," I assured him, pulling my jeans up, and securing them low on my hips. I took my shirt, and pulled it over my head as I walked out from behind the screen, now dressed except for shoes. I went over and sat next to him on the bed, putting socks and sneakers on. I put on the necklace he had given me, with my moonstone earrings. "Hey, you want to go somewhere after this?"

"Like…a honeymoon?" he questioned, taking my hand as we both stood.

"Yeah…we can tell my family when we're out of the line of fire for at least seven hours. I was thinking Paris -- but it's very cliché. I loved Paris…" I said as we walked out, saying goodbye to the housekeeping girl, and going to the elevator.

"Wherever you want to go, baby," he said. "You were younger, though. Do you still remember Paris?" he asked.

"Of course I do…how do you forget the most beautiful city in the world…okay, it reminded me a New York, and it wasn't the cleanest place -- but it was beautiful," I told him. "Plus, I was too young for clubs, and I'm 18 now -- I'm legal over there."

"You don't even drink," he said.

"And I have no idea why not -- I'm marrying you, I better start," I said, smiling, and pulling myself against his arm, and looking up into his face.

"Very funny, Nessie -- you're so witty," he said, scowling at me playfully.

"No, I'm really excited about this. I want to be married to you," I said, holding his cheek in my hand. We were riding the elevator down to the lobby floor now. "And I've been meaning to ask you something. Do you want to pick out our rings in the same place, as a set, or just go to separate places like I planned?"

"I like the idea of spending as much time with you as I possibly can, and I really want you to like your's. I don't care if mine turns out to be a twist-tie," he told me. "What did you have in mind for your's…what do you want? You know I'll be the one to have trouble finding one for you that you'll like."

"I love the jewelry you buy for me," I said.

"I don't want this to be the one time I have no clue, and pick out something completely wrong."

"Well…just bands work for me. I already have enough sparkle on this hand," I told him.

"Your father will be upset with me if your wedding band is not extravagant. He'll kill me if you don't have the best ring in the shop."

"You don't have to do whatever my father wants," I told him.

"I want that for you, too, as long as you like it," he said.

"I'm sure I'll love anything you pick out," I said. We were by the front desk, and waiting for Lindsay. "How about clothing? You think I should wear white? Because I don't really thinks it's necessary -- its not like we haven't been with each other and its really not a big huge thing with everyone expecting something specific."

"Wear whatever you want. You'll look beautiful of you wear a sack," he said. Lindsay showed up, wearing dark jeans, heels, a blouse and a casual blazer.

"Ms. Cullen, nice to see you again. Mr. Black, nice to meet you," she said smiling.

"Please, Renesmee. And he's Jacob," I said.

"Alright then, Renesmee, I believe we have some shopping to do. Jacob, do you have something picked out for the ceremony?" she asked, looking to him, having hooked her arm through mine. Jacob nodded, releasing the arm he had been holding. "Good, that's done. Well, the jeweler that I recommend is right around the corner. Then, if you see nothing we'll look at the wedding specific stores. Are you planning on something traditional to wear, or something more modern?"

"Something contemporary, yet elegant -- I really have to look," I told her. "We're going to try to find rings in the same place."

"Sounds good to me. You ready to leave, or do you want to grab some breakfast first?" she asked. I tugged myself from her arm, and went over to Jacob, patting him on the stomach.

"I think we're going to need to get breakfast for this one first," I said. She smiled.

"Great! I know a great little shop just a few blocks over -- we get the hotel car for the day, I'll go get the driver," she said, practically bouncing away.

"She's very peppy," Jacob commented, after Lindsay was out of ear-shot.

"She plans weddings for a living, I'd be pretty insane too," I retorted.