-Jacob-

"You're seriously gonna let her do this?!"

I spat out every word with hate. The unimaginative fury torched through me and it caused my body to spasm uncontrollably. I clamped down on my jaw to keep myself from changing into my other self. I thought endearingly of everything that was good in my life, but it just lead to Ness and the slightest notion of her built up my adrenaline even further. I felt the prickles of hair stand up on my arm and neck and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold myself back. Before my inner beast exploded in the open, Bella grabbed my face.

"Jake, stop it!" she scolded like I was an annoying child. Yellow, piercing orbs was all I saw when I opened my eyes and regained sanity. The animals around us stopped chirping and screeching the moment she raised her voice. It was complete night except for Bella's golden eyes and the white moon in the sky.

"You can't let her do it," I warned her through my teeth. "She's too-"

"She's not young. She's not weak. And she's not yours to make decisions for," Bella interrupted firmly, but placidly. Each sentence stung me as if I repeatedly placed my hand on a hot stove. The last sentence, however; I didn't feel the heat until I was burned.

"She's still mine. You know that, Bells," I replied, pleading. Bella stepped away from me and evaluated what I had just said.

"She's not yours unless she knows it," she said just as calmly as before. She was trying to not rile me up again by keeping her voice as steady as possibly. Bella knew me too well, as I knew her too well for her own good. Although Bella and I were best friends, Renesmee was a sensitive subject for both of us. She was the reason why we would argue over and over again. For Bella, this was her daughter whom she almost lost her own life to when Bella was pregnant with her. Because of this matter, Bella would always fight to the bitter end for Nessie; even if the bitter end was with me. In fact, the entire Cullen coven defended Nessie. Personally, I don't mind ripping off some vampire heads, but there wasn't a speckle of desire to massacre them. Over the years, I actually befriended the Cullens, even Blondie. If I wanted Ness, the vampires came along with the package.

"She'll know soon enough. Her feelings are changing," I explained.

Bella turned her gaze to the grassy ground. She knew as well as I did something was different about her daughter.

"She's cried and has been mad today," I registered for Bella to comprehend.

She crossed her arms and scoffed. "It's been a tough day for her."

I looked at her, exasperated with disbelief. "Bells, the girl's a walking hormone. You can't tell me you didn't smell it off of her this morning."

"Well," Bella began with sarcasm by emphasizing each syllable, "It's little embarrassing to talk about my daughter's soon-to-be first menstrual cycle with her wannabe boyfriend."

I smirked at her with confidence. The instant Nessie had arrived in La Push, there was a certain fragrance to her that I couldn't resist. I had bolted towards the scent without even thinking and I found her on the bike I had given her. The smell was her usual dew floral but it had amplified by a hundred, turning it into a potent dose. She had reached the final stage to womanhood.

"You knew that this was going to happen one day," I said to my best friend fearlessly.

"Like I said, it's embarrassing and I'm starting to get really uncomfortable," she said leaning away from me.

I shadowed her movement, keeping her close. "Sorry, Bells, but my feelings have changed, because she changed hers for me."

"Then why haven't you told her?" Bella perused with a quirk.

"I'm not doing to do anything, unless she's ready."

"No, not about that. Why haven't you told her you've already imprinted on her?"

I stared at her surprisingly. This was the main question that was asked more frequently than it should.

"You already know that answer," I stubbornly said probably for the thousandth time.

"She deserves to know, especially now," she nagged.

"Why now?!" I shrieked; my tremors returning. "This is the worst possible time! She's in the middle of changing herself. It's going to traumatize her. She's gonna think I'm a psycho for loving her this long."

"She needs to know before she falls in love with you!" Bella yelped back, arms flailing.

"I don't want her to think it's fake!" I roared, rolling my fists into a ball. I was quaking feverishly now. I desperately shook some of it off and replied in a passionate but aggressive tone. "I do love her and I will tell her when it's right."

"She has the right to choose who she falls in love with, no matter what circumstance," she countered replicating my tone. I heaved and shook my head with agony.

"Bella, why do you think I'm not around that much anymore? You think it's 'cause I'm busy, or I'm lazy, or something?" I questioned not waiting for a response. "I can go to Ness whenever I feel like it. I can give her all these things to make her fall in love with me, but I'm not going to force her to love me. You know much pain I'm in any second of the day when I'm not with her, but I'm not going allow this imprinting to be the reason we're together. I want her to fall for me naturally."

Bella sighed deeply and touched her forehead, raking her hair back. She shut her eyes and bit her lip several times before she spoke again.

"You are the best person for her. I understand it and I approve of it," she started. "But if she finds someone else, I'm sorry, but I will approve that person over you."

What she said didn't surprise me. She only wanted what made her daughter happy and I did too, but my possessive side ambushed my line of thinking.

"I know," I said. "But until she finds someone else, she's still mine. And because she's mine, I will not allow her to endanger herself."

Suddenly Bella pulled her teeth back and snarled. Her usual posture sprang into a crouch.

"Renesmee is my daughter, Jacob," Bella hissed. "Mother trumps the wannabe boyfriend. Whatever she decides to do, I will be behind her. End of discussion."

She swiftly channeled past me back to the path where her lowly cottage stood. My eyes followed her in disbelief.

She had to play the "Mother Bitch" card.