Thank You's

Jacob's POV

"I'm never going to stop loving you either Renesmee." I tell her hole heartedly.

"That's sweet Jake." She says with a smile, pecking me on the lips. "But we really should head back home,"

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Because my father might not want to kill you… but I'm pretty sure he's all for taking this" She makes a hand motion, indicating our new relationship-which makes me smile. "Slowly, and under his supervision."

"I know you're right, but seriously since when are you the reasonable one?"

"Um… since always." She smiles smugly, because we both know she's right.

"Fine. But do you think it's the best idea to hang around your house all day?"

"Definitely not, but I think we should make an appearance."

"If you say so… Your dad is going to give me the third degree."

"Well… mom said she'd shield our thoughts…"

"I hope so… I'm good at selective thinking, but I'm not that good." She laughs.

"Well I will give her a heads up."

"Good plan."

She takes off into the forest, with me right behind her-still in human form because we're only five minutes from the Cullen house.

My timing is spot on, and five minutes later we're at the Cullen's front door.

Nessie doesn't hesitate to burst through the front door like she owns the place because technically she does-at least, more than I do. But I still follow right behind her.

I'm assuming Bella is shielding our thoughts, because she was waiting at the front door when we arrived and she's watching us intently, focusing. I'll have to thank her later.

"I'm home!" Nessie calls louder than needed due to the house full of vampires with super human hearing.

"I see that." Emmet calls from the couch. "Care to join the betting pool?"

"Um… what's being bet on?" She asks taking her bags from me and moving toward the kitchen counter.

"Who's going to win the World Series."

"I'd rather not, I love baseball, but neither of the teams that are playing."

"Party pooper!" Emmet accuses with a smile, then he turns to me, "Jacob you in?"

"Absolutely not-unless pixie here wants to tell me who's going to win." I say looking at Alice.

"Nope, it's been determined that I am not allowed to aid in the betting, this time. Despite numerous attempts to get me to cave…" The tiny vampire is eyeing both Jasper and Emmet with a hint of accusation. "I keep telling them that I'm not giving in and for whatever reason they don't believe me."

Why someone wouldn't believe the future telling vamp is beyond me, so I turn to Emmet and Jasper, "Somehow I don't think she's giving in."

They both laugh. Well, it appears three of the Cullen's don't hate me. Carlisle probably doesn't hate me, and Esme won't either. That leaves Edward. Oh, and Rosalie, who probably thinks I'm 'corrupting' her 'innocent' Renesmee.

"What are you doing Renesmee?" Alice inquires moving to look at the supplies Nessie is organizing on the counter.

"Just organizing, I'm moving it all to my studio later."

"Oooo… that's pretty Nessie!" She says gazing into the distance, probably having a vision of the finished product.

"Thanks," Renesmee giggles probably at the idea of accepting a compliment on a project that was yet to be started. "I might have to keep this one…"

"You should. Although… It would sell for… hmmm… Ooo! $1,275!"

"Dang Nessie!" Jasper comments from the couch.

Nessie just beams at her family. Then she looks at Alice with curiosity. "Does that mean that you decided to sell my painting?"

"Only for a second… and now it's back to being on a wall… in this house! Right up there!" Alice points at an empty section of the wall above the stairs.

"Cool." Nessie smiles at her aunt widely and turns her attention back to her art supplies.

Just when Blondie decides to make an appearance. "Renesmee!" She comes racing down the stairs-a blur of motion.

"Hey, aunt Rose, what's new?"

"Nothing. How are you?"

"Fine. You just saw me this morning." Nessie is laughing lightly at her aunt's implication-as if I would hurt her.

"Yeah. Well a lot changes in a day." Then she turns to glare at me. Crap. "Dog."

"Nice to see you too Blondie."

She growls under her breath, until Bella comes into the house, through the back door.

"Rosalie!" Blondie's head snaps toward Bella. "Leave him alone."

I smile at Bella gratefully, and decide to bite my tongue, rather than say something like 'yeah leave me alone,' to Rosalie.

Rosalie huff's indignantly and she stalks off toward Emmet on the couch. It amazes me that such a fun person, like Emmet, can stand being around someone so bitter. They aren't joking when they say love works in mysterious ways.

"Hey Bells!" I say, greeting Bella, and thanking her for defending me all in one.

"Hey Jake." Well it's her normal greeting, so maybe I'm not going to be glared at all day. Bella looks at Nessie's art supplies and smiles. "New painting?" She always guesses correctly.

"Yep!" I can tell Nessie's excited about this new painting-whatever it is. I smile, because only Nessie gets this excited about making people guess. Even Alice only sees the final product, not whatever Nessie was painting to begin with, has had to guess a time or two.

"According to Alice this one's going to be worth some big bucks." I chime in, knowing Renesmee will never own up to that one because she's too self-depreciating.

"Of course it will be. They all are." Bella says with her loving motherly tone.

Renesmee blushes lightly at the commendation and ignores the comment. I smile at her modesty and turn my attention to the T.V. while she works on organizing her art supplies.

Not two minutes later Nessie has everything 'laid out' the way she wants it, and for whatever reason she decides to move it to her room now, instead of organizing it there first. Silly Nessie.

"Jacob?" She turns to me with a hopeful expression and I know she's going to ask for assistance. I'm glad she did-not that I wouldn't have helped anyways-because all spread out it's a lot of stuff to carry.

"Of course I will help you, silly girl." I say, picking up everything Nessie wasn't able to hold on her own.

"Did I even need to ask?" She's laughing lightly, because we both know the answer.

"What do you think?" Honestly, she should know the answer by now.

"Well maybe I should start thanking you in advance, rather than wasting my breath asking for help all the time."

"Whatever works," I say honestly, though I can only imagine people's reaction to the two of us if Nessie said "Thank you," to me before I had done anything for her.

Just then I see her reaching for the handle of the back door, and I immediately reach for it, stopping her.

"Hey!" She protests, "I can open a door on my own,"

"I know, but not with your hands full."

She just laughs and points at the assortment of things I'm holding. "Your hands are full too."

"Not the point."

She smacks my arm, as we walk toward the stream to head out to the cottage built for Edward and Bella. Once Nessie was old enough to walk on her own-and want to be independent-the Cullen's had used some of their fortune to construct a small stone bridge for those of us non-vampires who wished to cross the river.

It's been more convenient to say the least.

Within two minutes we're at the house, and Nessie is expertly balancing her things in one arm while digging for her key with the other. When she finally retrieves it she gives a triumphant smile.

She unlocks the door quickly and I follow her to her room, setting all the things down on her art desk. It's new-well at least semi-new, because I haven't seen it before.

"This is nice." I comment, surprised, but also happy that Nessie has a proper place to work on her art, and anything else really.

"Thanks, we got it when you were on patrol a few days ago. Doesn't it match just perfectly?"

"It does." I say with a smile.

"That's because I ordered it in the companies 'jet black' wood style so it'd match my furniture."

"It looks great." I say, and I'm not lying. It fits in with her room, because of the matching wood color, and it's contrast to the now light-green walls. It's good that the Cullen's are rich, because in seven years Nessie has redone her room three times.

She comes over to me and pulls me into a hug. "Thank you." She says, and then she kisses me, surprising-but very welcome. "For helping."

I laugh a little. "I'll always help you Nessie. Especially if you thank me like that."

That comment earns me a smile.

"Come on, let's go tell them we're leaving." Nessie says, with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"Where are we going?" I question.

"I don't know. Wherever."

I shrug. "If you say so."

"I do say so. Let's go to…" She's quiet for a minute. "Marymere Falls!"

I chuckle at her excitement. It should take forty minutes to get there, but with Nessie's abnormally fast driving it will probably take half that.

"Good idea." I say, smiling at her, perfectly happy to go wherever she wants to.


Hey! I'm sorry it's been a while, but I am back now. I think I have a pretty good idea of where I want to go with this story, so I think I will be updating more often. I know not much happened in this chapter, but it's a connector for the rest of the plot. So bear with me here! Thanks for your support and reviews. They mean the world to me.

Thanks,

R&R