"Mom?" I asked, walking into her and Dad's room, sitting on their bed. I didn't even know why they had one. We they didn't need to sleep, and no one ever came over.
"Yeah, Nessie?" she asked, as she dashed around the room looking for something. She was always looking for something. I had no idea what.
My father looked up when I walked in, and I tried not to think about what I wanted to talk to my mother about, but I knew I wasn't fooling him. His eyes, amber colored like the rest of my family's were after they hunted, widened to a size I never imagined possible for him, and he gasped. I blushed, but hid it well, pressing my hair down into my face, a nervous habit of mine. I liked to hide my face from everyone else when I was got too shy to handle anything around me. It was like curtaining myself in safety or something.
My mom heard my father's quick, short intake of breath and look from me to him, her expression rapidly changing from confused to suspicious to excitedly interested.
"What is it, Edward?" she asked, although she was now staring intently at me, her tawny eyes glowing with her curiosity.
"Uh… Well, Ness, would you like to tell your mother what you want to talk about or do you want me to?" my father asked, turning to look at me, not angry like I had expected him to be.
Perhaps I watched too much television, but normally father's freaked out when the topic of sex was brought up. My dad looked completely calm.
Of course, those television fathers were human, and my father wasn't…
"Err…" I paused to consider my options. I could have my father tell my mother, and have her come to me. That was way less embarrassing than having to bring it up myself. I hated bringing up topics like this. Not that my mother was mean about it, but it was just so… personal. I didn't even want to bring up this topic with Jacob, and he was my other half.
But, then again, if I didn't get used to doing things on my own, I would never be able to. I couldn't live off my father and mother my whole life. Or, for eternity, apparently, since that was how long I was going to live.
"No, Daddy, I'll say it…" I stopped again. "But, err Daddy?"
"What?" for once he had no idea what I was thinking.
"Oh, please, Edward, I can't read minds and even I know what she's talking about. She wants you out. Leave." My mother started to push my father out of the door, and he didn't resist.
"Oh." He nodded, as my mother pushed him out of the doorway. He leaned over and kissed her, in one of those passionate kisses everyone reads about, or sees in those horrendously sappy romance movies.
I guess I should have been grossed out, or at least pretended to be, but I liked seeing how in love my parents were. It gave me hope for myself. But it wasn't only my parents who were madly and blindingly in love, it was also my Aunt Rosalie and my Uncle Emmett, my Aunt Alice and my Uncle Jazz, my grandmother Esme and my grandfather Carlisle, too. All perfect matches, as if someone were pairing them up like socks out of a dryer.
I was a lucky child, and I knew it. I was loved, and I love my family. Not only that, but I didn't have to search until my dying day to find my true love—he had been there since before I was born.
And that brought me back to the topic I was dreading. My mother walked over and sat next to me on the bed. "You want to talk about sex, huh?" she asked, her face somber.
I nodded. Thank god she had brought it up.
"Why? Has Jacob been pushing—?"
I cut her off before she could finish. "NO!" I exclaimed. "…I mean… no. Not at all. I just… I want to before my body never changes again… You always said that having me was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and Aunt Rose said she always wanted a child, and the more I think about it, the more I realize I want a child myself…" I blushed deeper than before now, my face heating up.
"Oh." She nodded, understanding. I knew she would. My mom always understood exactly what I meant, even if I didn't. "What did Jacob say?"
"That's the thing, mom, I don't know how to bring it up with him…" I muttered, looking away and pressing my hair to my face even more as I turned even more scarlet.
"Well, just talk to him about it. I'm sure he'll understand." She smiled, gently lifting my hair from my face. "Ren, he loves you. You know that."
I sighed. "I know, I know. I just feel so awkward talking about this…"
"I understand. Oh, got, trust me, I understand." She nodded. "I'm just as awkward about that kind of stuff too, honey." She assured me.
I laughed, thinking of all the stories she had told me about her being human. Super-mega klutz. I looked out the window, out to Wisconsin skyline. Which, by the way, is really nothing at all but clouds. Lots of cloud, all hanging heavy and low, full of rain, especially if you live in Green Bay, on the banks of Lake Michigan. Sometimes, I really hated it here. It was even rainier than Forks, Washington, where we used to live, before people started noticing that my family never aged. No one there even knew about me besides my grandfather Charlie. I called him every other night.
Why did we always choose such rain-filled places to live? Because, when my family goes out into the sun, their skin shines and sparkles like diamonds, throwing of little rainbows of light, creating this amazing aura around them. It happens to me, too, but not that much. Just enough to make me look good in any lighting.
In case you haven't taken my hints yet, my family and I aren't human. Every member of my family is a vampire besides Grandpa Swan, who is human. Oh, and Jake's a shape shifter. I'm half-human, half-vampire. My mother had be when she was still human, when my father was a vampire. I know, it's weird. Don't worry you'll get it soon enough. It took me a while to understand.
"Okay, well… I guess you're right. I'll go talk to him." I grumbled to my mother, after staring at the choppy waters of the giant lake, just considering my options.
"That's my girl." She leans over for a hug, and I inhale her sent, wrapping my arms around her as her's encircle me.
My mother has the best sent ever. It's even better than my father's. She smells like orange blossoms and raspberries, but also like mint and passion fruit. It's odd, but it still smells amazing. It's second to only one other smell in the world on my list.
I step away quickly, and walk out of the house, rubbing my arms. I wasn't cold, not at all, I was just a nervous. I really did not want to be having this conversation with Jake at all.
I reached the entrance to the forest, where Jake had left to go hunting that morning. He had promised he'd stay in earshot, in case I needed him.
"Jake?" I called out, after taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. Even if I was shaking on the inside, I had to seem certain of myself on the outside or he would never take me seriously. That was the thing about Jake, he was such a jester. Everything you said, unless you were perfectly sure and somber about, he would crack a joke at. Not that I minded, I loved that about it. He was fun and crazy…
"What is it, Nessie? Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of worry and concern, as he came running towards me. It was obvious he had just slipped on his clothes.
When he phased into his wolf-form (when he shape-shifted into a huge, furry beast who sort of resembled a wolf, that is), his clothes tore off. So, he just carried them around while he was a wolf, taking them off before he turned. It was so logical; it surprised me he had thought of it, sometimes.
Not that Jake is stupid; he just would rather have fun than be smart.
"Yes, Jake, I'm fine. I think…" I paused and took a deep breath. "I think, Jacob, that you and I need to have a talk. About, you know… us." I gestured in between us with my hand.
I watched as his eyes gorgeous black eyes expanded. "Oh, damn, here we go. Just like your mother, hmm?"
