I couldn't help feeling a little pang of guilt as Jake drove me home.

I couldn't stop thinking about my dad. For one, it was going to be pretty much impossible to keep this hidden from him. That conversation was not one I was particularly looking forward to and that's a HUGE understatement.

But also, I couldn't help but think about how he and my mom had waited. They got married first. They did the morally correct and acceptable thing to do. I felt like I had let them down.

Its an extremely weird sensation, feeling so guilty while so happy and blissful. Jake was practically glowing with happiness. It was seeping out of his pores. He seemed incapable of removing the huge grin on his face. His happiness added to my happiness.

It was a feeling of weightlessness, this happiness. I'm positive I'd be soaring, like Jake was, except for the guilt weighing me down ever so slightly.

Its amazing how that slight weight became unbearably heavy with guilt and anxiety as we pulled into my driveway.

Jake turned to me, taking in my silent panic attack. Miraculously, he didn't seem worried in the least. In fact, my dad wouldn't even have to read our minds to know what we were guilty of. All he would have to do was take one look at Jake's face.

I was dead. I took a look around, taking in my last few moments. Everything looked so peaceful. It was a striking contrast to the chaos inside of me.

"You know," Jake finally whispered, "we're close enough that he can read our minds…"

I looked at him like he was crazy. "Trust me," I replied. "we'll know when he hears our thoughts."

Jake seemed to think it over. It wasn't very comforting because he still didn't seem even a little concerned. It was like he was high or drunk or something, nothing could bother him. "Not necessarily. He could be sitting in there in complete shock, unable to move," Jake finally concluded.

I groaned. "Jacob Black, you are soooo not helping."

He gently brushed my cheek and his hands tried, unsuccessfully, to pull my mouth up into a smile. "Renesmee Carlie Cullen, I love you. They know I love you. More importantly, you know I love you. Nothing else matters."

I took a deep breath. "Okay. Maybe you're helping a little bit."

His smile widened as he offered me his hand. "You ready?"

"You know," I said, "I just got a great idea! Let's run away together! We can live in your car and, and never have to face awkward conversations like this again!"

He chuckled. "Yeah, until the awkward conversation that would happen about two hours into said adventure when your family shows up and your dad rips my head off. Otherwise…sounds good! When do we leave?"

"Make your jokes, Jacob. But know this, if we ran away at least you could have your head for two more hours. As it is, you're going to lose it as soon as we go inside. God! You're gonna be decapitated and I'm gonna be grounded, again! Why can I not stay on my parent's good side? Do they always have to be mad at me?"

"Well, look on the bright side. You get to keep your head. Plus, you're on my good side. I'm so ecstatic with you right now that it more than makes up for your parents anger." I couldn't help but giggle at his overjoyed expression.

"There!" he said. "A smile! A laugh, better yet! Now you're ready!"

I rolled my eyes. "I'll never be ready. Kay, well let's go."

I just wanna say that I started out good. I squared my shoulders and was walking briskly. However, the closer we got to the steps, the slower I got. I was pretty much dragging my feet as Jake pulled me across the front porch and through the door.

Everyone was there. They always gather, waiting for me to get home from my dates with Jake. Sometimes I really hate being the center of attention.

"There you are," my mom said as we walked in. "We were waiting for you to get home before we went to the cottage…What's wrong?"

I think my extreme panic and Jake's concern about that panic masked our thoughts long enough that my dad hadn't heard the…erm news yet.

I tried really hard to just think about my fear and guilt, but whenever you decide you aren't going to think about something, that's exactly what you think of.

"Oh my God!" my Dad said, his eyes slightly out of focus. "Oh my God!" His hand covered his eyes as if he was trying to block any more of our thoughts. "Oh my God! Oh. My. God."

My crimson face would have been a big clue as to what was going on, but everyone was focused on my dad.

"Edward, what is it? What's wrong?" my grandmother asked in concern.

I was dying. My blush was burning my face. This would be embarrassing enough in front of my parents, but my aunts, uncles, and grandparents? Unbearable.

"There are some things a father should never, EVER have to see. EVER!" I imagine that someone who has just had bleach poured in their eyes would have a similar expression that my dad had now.

"I don't even know how to respond to this. Am I angry? Yes. Permanently scarred? Also, yes. I…I can't handle this. I can't think about this!" he seemed to be talking to no one but himself.

"Edward!" Uncle Emmett finally said, characteristically losing his patience. "What the hell is wrong?!"

"Oh God! Jacob and Nessie… Nessie and Jacob… Jacob… They… Oh my God!" I wasn't sure my dad would ever be able to form a complete sentence again. Some things are just too much for people to handle.

Emmett seemed to comprehend exactly what it was that my dad couldn't say. His killer glare fixed on Jake.

"Renesmee?" my mother said uncertainly. She looked like she got it too, but was hoping I would deny it.

"I… I…" I didn't know what to say.

And that's when I turned around and ran out the door. I barely made it down the steps before Jake tackled me. I fell with him on top of me.

"Not so fast," he said.

Just then Emmett came out and punched Jake so that he flew off of me. "Don't touch her, dog. You need to learn some respect," he growled.

"Uncle Emmett!" I yelled.

Jake was up in a second. "Respect?" he growled back. "I didn't do anything she didn't want me to. She liked it. If there was anything I didn't respect it was her clothes as I ripped them to shreds with my teeth!"

"Jacob!" I couldn't believe they were talking about me like I wasn't there. Meanwhile my entire family watched as my sex life was described.

"Sorry, Ness. Loss my temper," Jake apologized, turning to help me up.

Uncle Emmett made the sound of a whip cracking. "Guess we know who wears the pants in your relationship."

Jake froze. "Funny, neither of us was wearing pants earlier. So, yeah, maybe she 'wears the pants in our relationship'. At least I get to rip those pants off her."

Emmett looked about ready to kill Jake. I jumped up between them. "Stop! Both of you!"

"So I see you let your girlfriend fight for you," Uncle Em taunted.

"I let her seem in charge now. She rewards me later by letting me dominate her, all of her," Jake retorted.

"Jacob Black! Stop it this instant!" I screamed. I vaguely heard my dad behind me saying, "Oh my God!"

The rest of my family seemed frozen.

Suddenly, Aunt Alice jumped down off the porch and stretched. "Anyone want to go hunting? I could use a breather…clear my head."

I shot her a look of silent thanks and let Jake wrap his arms around me as I started crying.