Hello again! I hope you all haven't ditched me yet. :p but to those who are faithful, thank you. I still have no intentions on quitting this story. So… I liked this chapter, but maybe you all think it is too dramatic. Lol. If you think it needs adjustments, let me know. I know you all hate long a/n so I'll shut up. Thanks again. Review please! I'm pleased with the hits but I need reviews!!!!

When lunch was done and the kitchen was clean, I decided to call my mom. I missed her intensely and I missed the feelings of warmth (though she was ice cold, it was still warming), comfort, and security that radiated from mother to child.

I drove the short distance to First Beach in my silver Audi (Dad helped pick it out), which Jake had picked up while Rachel and I were making lunch.

After I parked my baby, I walked to the shore barefoot to make my phone call. Our phone company gave us service everywhere and it didn't feel private enough to make the phone call at the Blacks' home.

While pacing the shores looking for a place to sit-I didn't feel like sitting on the pebbles-I found a beached driftwood tree that seemed perfect, so I wiped the trunk to make sure it wasn't completely soaked and sat down.

There was something about it that seemed vital and important. Like it had a history of its own. The natural bench had a familiar vibe, like its history intertwined with mine…like a strong case of déjà vu…

I shook my head; I was reading too much into it. I changed my mind and slid on to the pebbles anyway; with my back against the trunk.

I tried to ignore my strange speculation while I pulled out my small silver cell phone that matched all the Cullen's. I scrolled through the familiar pre-programmed numbers until I found the right one. I selected Mom's and pushed the talk button.

The phone didn't finish its first ring.

"Hello, sweetie." Mom's familiar voice flowed through the phone, still sweet and familiar even through the phone. "How is everyone?"

"Hi, Mom." My voice was already lighter, happier. "Everyone's great. Rachel is really great company and Billy is very welcoming. Even Paul isn't acting that horrible."

Mom laughed. "Is that so? I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. To tell you the truth, sweetie, we all miss you terribly. It's not the same without my baby here."

"Oh, Mom, I miss you, too. So much. That's why I called. I'm pretty homesick already."

"Be careful what you say, now. If you would have said that a little louder your father would have heard and demanded that you come home." She chuckled. "Do you want to go home, honey?"

"No, I'm homesick, but not lonely. But I might show up at your doorstep at midnight day-after-tomorrow." I joked. "Where is everyone? Where are you? How are they?"

"I'm on the couch. Your father is playing his piano. Esme was working on some blueprints, but she's out hunting now. Carlisle, Jasper, and Emmett are hunting in some reserve in Northern California. Rose and Alice are shopping online upstairs. Everyone says they are ok, but we all secretly miss our youngest member." She laughed, not bothering to protect their pride.

"I miss everyone, too… I was also wondering if you have any better advice for my Jacob situation." I never appreciated beating around the bush.

"Sorry, Ness." She apologized and I heaved an exasperated sigh. "I know you did not appreciate my last piece of advice, but I am afraid that is the best I can do. Unless you want me to ask your father about it…" With that she effectively ended the conversation, and she knew it, too. She was determined to make me figure this out on my own!

"Ugh." I grunted, giving up; if she wasn't going to cooperate than it would be best to just change the subject. "Then can you just put me on speaker so everyone else doesn't get jealous?"

She giggled, but agreed and called everyone to the phone.

I waited a second, then, figuring they were all there by now, I started talking again.

"Am I on speaker now?"

"Yes." Four symphonic voices answered back harmoniously.

Then I greeted them all separately.

"Hi, Dad."

"Hello, sweetheart." I could hear the smile in his honey sweet voice.

"Hi, Rose."

"Nessie." Rose, always the serene one.

"Hi, Alice."

"Renesmee!" I could picture her clapping her hands.

"How are you all?"

"Great." Alice piped in before the other two could.

"Fine." Rosalie reluctantly replied.

There was a brief pause in the conversation.

"Alright." Dad spit out at last.

"Dad…" I started, but I didn't know what to say.

Then I brought Mom back into the conversation.

"Still there, Mom?" I asked, hoping for her to save me.

"Sweetie…" Her voice was not exactly reprimanding, but I knew what she wanted me to do.

"Ok. Guys? Would you mind letting me talk to my dad privately?"

"Done." Rose answered for them.

"Thanks. I'll call you guys back later, Ok?" I kind of felt bad that I didn't really get to talk to them.

"That's fine, Ness." Alice reassured me. "Take your time."

"Thanks, again… So…" I felt awkward. I didn't know exactly want to kick them off.

"Bye!" They saved me the pain of kicking them off.

"Bye, guys." I felt bad that I couldn't be as whole hearted as they were.

There was silence for a second, and I could have sworn I heard the whisper of their departure. Suddenly, I wondered if it was between my parents and me, or just my dad and me.

Then again, it was like I was saved the burden of having to be the awkward one.

"I think I'll go hunt?" Mom offered quietly.

"You've gone too long, love, really." Dad scolded her adoringly, while also sneakily excusing her absence. I knew if we weren't about to have a pivotal conversation, he would have accompanied her, onyx eyed or not.

"Call me later, sweetie. I love you." Mom excused herself.

"Of course. Love you, too, Mom."

Then there was an awkward moment of silence, and I knew she was gone.

I waited for him to start.

Nothing.

"Dad…" I said at the same time he said my name.

I laughed nervously.

"Look, Dad, I…" He cut me off.

"Before you say anything, Nessie, I just want you to see this from my view. My daughter is five going on seventeen. She's my first child and the only one I'll ever have. Her boyfr-"

"Dad!" I cut in this time.

"Let me finish." I held my tongue, encouraging him to continue.

"Thank you." He said quietly. Then he began again. "Like I said, her boyfriend is a werewolf. The same werewolf that tried to take my wife and your mother from me.-"

"Dad…" I tried to protest again.

"I don't care how much the packs have helped us in the past. It still gives him no right to take away my little girl." That final sentence cut me deep. My eyes stung. I could hear the dry sobs heaving from his chest. The same ones that have scarred me on that unforgettable day in the field. Those sobs tore out of everyone I loved at least once. Jacob and I were the only ones with real tears.

I snapped out of that horrible flashback when I realized I was still on the phone and my father was sobbing. My father. My protector. Edward Cullen. My Daddy. The strongest man I have ever known.

With an abrupt reality I registered something. My face is wet. Please let it be raining. Please, please let it be raining. I wiped my face. No such luck. Just traitor tears. Damn. How ironic. I've cried twice in two days over the same business. Life sucks.

I tried to pull my self together. I cleared my throat quietly.

"Dad…" I tried.

"Dad…?" Was he still there.

Yes. His sobs had not stopped.

"I'm coming home. See you soon."

With that I shut my phone and sprinted to my baby.

Screw my independence. My Daddy needs me.

Too sappy? I'm sorry. I have a soft spot in my heart for Edward. Review, review, review. Por favor???