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A/N: Take note that this takes place about a week after the last chapter, Nessie and Jake's double date with Seth and Ashley is a couple days after this. (Is it me or are you ready for it to be November for my characters already?)
Chapter 11: Broken Hearts, Shattered Dreams, And Lies
Sometimes love comes around (love comes around, love comes around) and it knocks you down just get back up when it knocks you down (knocks you down)-
Knock You Down, Keri Hilson (feat. Kanye West and Ne-Yo)
(Renesmee's p.o.v.)
As Jacob parked the Rabbit in front of Seth's apartment building I took my feet off the dash and tucked my phone into my pocket, smoothing out my dress.
I slipped on my brown flats as I jumped out of the car and shut the door. I pulled the catch of my brown heart necklace to the nape of my neck and ran my fingers though my hair, I was ready to go.
Jacob came around the front of the car and smiled at me, holding out his hand which I took and laced my fingers through. "I'm gonna go see the guys, and Embry if he's here, before the party," he said as we walked along at a leisurely pace, enjoying the bit of sunshine in the parking lot even though it was in the cold of late October. It seemed like October had lasted forever, the pack Halloween party would be soon. I was going as a vampire and Jacob was going as a werewolf because we're super cheesy.
Jacob wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer so that I almost tripped over my feet. Once he was satisfied that I hadn't tripped he started talking again, "I gotta go see my best friend. I haven't talked to him in what seems like ages what with the party planning and the baby on the way-"
I stopped there and tripped for real this time. Jacob quickly straightened me up before I could even come close to hitting the ground though and when he straightened me his almost black eyes were filled with worry, "Ness are you alright?"
I didn't respond to his question though, "What baby on the way?"
"That was the whole point of the wedding in Vegas Ness," he said like it was no-duh, "I mean you do get that it was a shotgun wedding right?"
"Oh," I said simply with a nod and a breath, "Leah's pregnant."
"Yep," he said, "So, I'm gonna go hang out with the guys and you can go to Seth's place if you want, Ashley's over there and if they're not already Leah and Melanie will be over there pretty soon."
I nodded. "Okay then Jake, see you in a few," I said with a smile. He nodded and leaned down to kiss my head, though as soon as his lips met my curls he recoiled and muttered, "Uh, hairspray. Gross."
"Well, go hang with the guys and get some mouth wash," I teased as I skipped in the opposite direction to Seth's door.
I walked right in without knocking as usual, but then again back when I was little and started the habit of not knocking on the door to his house there was about a 5% chance that I would walk in on something I shouldn't.
I came in to find Seth and Ashley making out on the couch. Ashley was busy unbuttoning Seth's shirt and he had his hands tangled in her hair like this was the last time he would kiss her.
I turned quickly, that was awkward. I closed the door quietly, not wanting to spoil their moment.
I sighed and sat down on the porch beside the door. Well then, how wonderful. I get to sit here and wait for them to finish, yay!
(Leah's p.o.v.)
I sat up in the bed and stretched. Embry was nowhere to be found and I got a bit worried. I took a deep breath and reminded myself it was just hormones. Nothing more. Embry was fine.
Jacob, who was being a bit of a jackass, gave Embry patrol last night. He had called us in the middle of something he really shouldn't have too.
I heard him pouring cereal in the kitchen. I stretched again, this time with a yawn. I looked over at my alarm clock, I had been sleeping for twelve hours. Damn pregnancy.
I got off the bed and slipped on Embry's t-shirt that was laying on the floor from last night.
I walked quietly and carefully down the stairs, I had fell down these more than once in my childhood, I couldn't afford to fall now.
Embry, like I had said, was making himself some cereal. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, putting my head in the crook of his neck.
He put down the jug of milk and picked up my left hand to kiss it sweetly. "Hey babe," he said in a whisper as he turned his head slightly.
"Hey Em," I said back before I kissed him on the back beside his right shoulder blade.
I unwrapped my arms from around him and he turned around. He looked tired from the extra patrol shifts but happy all the same, "Good morning Joyce."
He looked down at my stomach and got into a squatting position to kiss it. I brushed a hand lazily through his hair as he whispered something to our baby.
"You mean Seth Harold," I corrected as I picked up Embry's glass of orange juice and drank a sip of it.
"No," he said persistently once he had gotten back up, "I meant Joyce. It's a little girl Leah, I'm telling you now."
"No, it's actually not," I said with a frown as I sat down the glass, "I'm having a boy Embry. And I'm completely and solely sure that I am giving birth to a son who will grown up to be as strong and handsome as his daddy."
"No," he said back as he carried his bowl to the table, all the previous tiredness falling off of his face in the playful atmosphere, "I meant a girl. Her name will be Joyce Lee, after her late grandmother and her beautiful mother who she will grown up to be just like."
"Joyce Lee?" I asked with an eyebrow arched as I sat down in his lap and then took a bite of his cereal.
"Yep," he said not meeting my eyes, "Get it? Lee, Leah?"
"Oh I get it," I said with a smile as I put his spoon back in his bowl and leaned my head on his shoulders, "I just think it's really sweet and I can't believe that I'm actually hearing it."
"What?" he asked teasingly with a mischievous grin, "I'm not sweet enough for you Leas?"
"Of course you are," I said as I picked up my head to look into his eyes, "I mean I just…it's so sweet."
He leaned in and our lips met in a perfect kiss fit for the perfect moment, until or child had to invade. I have my reasons for not saying stopping or ruining our moment, because "he" really didn't. In a way our baby kicking only made it more special.
Embry laughed a little and we both pulled back to observe the wonder of our not-yet- born baby.
"I love you," he whispered.
"Love you too, Em," I whispered back, my lips hovering just centimeters from his.
Suddenly the phone rang. Embry and I snapped out of our trance and I hesitantly went to get the phone.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Emily's home from the hospital," it was Sam on the phone, "And she wants to see you before the party tonight. She wants to know where you'll be at twenty minutes from now."
"Um, probably at Seth's apartment," I said as I wound the phone cord around my finger and leaned up against the counter.
"How're the other kids doing?" I asked, "Nicole and Taylor getting jealous of Baby Ethan yet?"
"Nicole's pretty cool about it," he said and I could tell he was tired, "But Taylor is such a mama's boy, Leah you would not believe!"
"How about I come over there?" I asked, "I have a little while before I have to go to Seth's place so Ashley can get me ready. So, um, I'll just come over?"
"Yep," he said, "I'll go tell Emily."
"Okay," I said. The phone in my hand was a couple inches away from the receiver that was connected to the kitchen wall.
"Leah?" he asked. I sighed and put the phone back to my ear, this brought back so many memories it hurt.
I thought back to a time that was so much simpler. Sam and I talking on the phone late at night, dad yelling for me to get off of it. Then, a much more complicated time when Sam had broken me and not called, how I had waited and waited until finally he did. How he had set up a date, and how he had proposed…
"Yeah?" I asked back, on the verge of tears. I wasn't in love with Sam any more, I loved Embry with every inch of my newly healed heart, but that doesn't mean that the memories still didn't hurt.
"I just wanted to say that I'm happy for you guys, you two are great together. I'm glad you found someone," he said.
"Thanks," I said back, a smile replacing the almost-there-tears.
"It's just kind of weird to have you for a sister in law," he said back with an awkward/nervous laugh that I returned.
"I guess," I replied back to him as the laugh ended.
"And um Leah," he whispered, "I love you."
"Love you too Sam," I whispered back, "but finally in the right way."
We both hung up at the same time, and I went back to the table at the other part of the kitchen.
"Who was that?" asked Embry through a mouth full of cereal, milk dribbling down his chin.
I laughed and grabbed a paper towel to wipe the milk off. After I planted a kiss on his cheek I whispered, "Sam."
He nodded awkwardly, putting down his spoon, "What did he say?"
"Oh," I said sitting on the side of the table beside his almost empty cereal bowl, "um he just wanted to say Emily and Ethan are back from the hospital and Emily wants to see me."
He nodded and took his bowl to the sink then came back and kissed me on the cheek. He put a hand on my back and smiled warmly before kissing me again, this time on the lips.
"You honestly still love me and want me when I'm like this?" I asked in a whisper as our lips parted, referring to our growing child. In the last week that it had taken Alice to plan this party my stomach had expanded so that most people could tell I was pregnant. I could no longer fit in half of my pants and women in the "wolf circle" as I liked to call it had been giving me maternity clothes left and right.
He put his right hand on my cheek and the moved some hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. Then with his eyes burning into mine he whispered, "Actually I love you even more like this, because I know that you're carrying my child. So the answer is yes, I still love you when you're pregnant."
I tangled my fingers in his hair. He hadn't cut it in a little while and it was no longer cropped but a little below his ears.
"We have twenty minutes," I whispered back. He nodded, still kissing me and lifted me up, carrying me up the stairs.
(Seth's p.o.v.)
Ashley took a breath as our lips parted. I gave her a couple of seconds, sometimes I forgot that she couldn't go as long as me without breathing.
"Sorry," I whispered.
She shook her head no and put her hands in my newly cut hair and kissed me again. I kissed back with eagerness.
She pulled her head back and smiled at me mischievously, "Why did Nessie have to cut your hair? I liked it longer!"
"It'll grow out," I whispered back before I put my lips back on hers. She giggled into it and pressed herself closer to me.
I marveled in the moment, my shirt was long gone and laying on the floor and so was hers, but I wasn't touching her bra, that was off limits to me.
I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Suddenly she yanked back.
"Seth," she whispered, undoing her legs and scooting back a little, "Seth, I think we need to stop."
"You're probably right," I said scooting back in the other direction to give her room. I picked up her shirt and tossed it to her.
She caught it and slipped it on over her gray bra. She blushed a little as she did it, so I turned my head a little.
"You're beautiful you know," I whispered to her. She blushed even deeper at that.
She waited a moment and smoothed out her shirt. "You're beautiful too," she whispered sitting on her knees and kissing me, running her hands down my abs.
I laughed and then she pulled back again as I started to play with the edges of her purple t-shirt.
"Seth," she whispered sitting down cross-legged, "I think we need to talk, set some boundaries."
"Boundaries," I said clamping my hands together and then unclasping them to set them on my knees, "boundaries are good."
"Seth, I just," she sighed, "I think things are moving a little too fast."
"I understand," I said solemnly, "I'm sorry if I've put you under any pressure, it's too soon, I get it."
"Thank you," she said and then started talking a little fast, "I just mean…I mean you are right, it is too soon. We only got back together not too long ago. I love you and all, you know that, and I don't exactly have a problem with sex before marriage, but…I don't want to be considered a whore or anything…"
"No, God no! Of course not Ash!" I said taking her hands in mine, "You see this bracelet? I gave it to you to show my love, honor, and respect for you. I'm ready when you are."
She nodded and leaned her head on my neck. "I just think we need to get to know each other better first," she said.
"Okay," I told her, "Um, my middle name is Markus, my favorite colors are gray and blue after the water on First Beach and green because of your eyes, my favorite food is anything that doesn't eat me first, I have a very close best friend relationship with my older sister, my other best friends are Renesmee and Jacob, my favorite Holiday is Christmas, I'm left handed, my favorite book is The Giving Tree, my favorite song is The Bird and the Worm, my favorite movie is The Lion King, my favorite flavor is mint, my favorite place to go is First Beach, my favorite candy is Reese's peanut butter cups, and I think that Fred kid with the backwards "R" is annoying as hell. Does that answer all of your questions?"
She laughed, "Well, that was everything I didn't know about you in two minutes, talk about a crash course."
"Now, it's your turn," I told her with a grin.
She nodded and sat up, getting off of me. She bit her lip and then began, "My middle name is Charity after my mother, my favorite color is purple, my favorite food is strawberry ice cream, my little brother is one of my best friends, my other best friends besides you and Kyle are Renesmee, Jacob, and Zoë, my favorite holiday is Halloween, I can write with both hands, my favorite book is the whole Percy Jackson series and Edith Hamilton Mythology, my favorite songs are Sweet Home Alabama, and no I don't care that that is completely cliché and If I Die Young, my favorite movie is The Lovely Bones, my favorite flavor is strawberry or chocolate, my favorite place to go is here, my favorite candy is War Heads, and I also think Justin Beiber and Fred are the most annoying people on the planet."
He laughed and pulled me closer to him, kissing me on the cheek. Suddenly he stopped, "Renesmee is here."
He got off the couch and I turned around to see him open the door. Renesmee got off the ground and dusted off her butt. She tucked her phone in a pocket and huffed, "Well, it's about damn time."
I smiled and waved her over to the couch, "Hey Nessie!" I was too impatient so I got up and hugged her.
(Leah's p.o.v.)
I put my hair up in a ponytail and watched Embry brush his hair lazily with a black comb.
I smiled a little and smoothed out my t-shirt and new maternity jeans from Rachel, resting on my stomach for a second.
I pinned back a long section of my bangs with a pink barrette and sprayed some hairspray on it to keep it in place.
I had never been much of a girly-girl and ever since I'd hacked off all my hair when I was twenty I had never seemed to need hairspray. The bottle I was using now was Embry's. I didn't care to ask why he had hair spray in his possession when I first found it, and I wasn't planning on asking him anytime soon for fear of his answer.
"Ready to go?" he asked sliding on a shirt. I nodded as I sat the bottle down. I grimaced as I realized I was probably going to have to wash my hair before the party if the girls planned on doing my hair.
He looked at me with concern and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, "What's wrong Leah?"
"I'm gonna have to wash my hair," I complained.
He smiled and shook his head a little, "Leah, does it really matter what your hair looks like as long as it's me and you out there tonight at our late wedding reception, happy?"
I turned around and kissed him. When we had parted I nodded and whispered, "Truer words have never been spoken Em."
He nodded seeming pleased with himself before I whispered in the same serious tone, trying to hold back a smile, "But somehow I don't think Mels will agree."
He sighed with a shrug, "Well, Leas, there are only so many things I can protect you from, and Mel when she wants to play with your long hair is not one of them."
I laughed and took his hand and we walked down the stairs and outside to Embry's Blazer.
(Embry's p.o.v.)
I pulled into Emily's driveway and stopped the car. The small cabin-like home that used to be enough for just Sam and Emily was no longer able to hold the growing family and had been expanded on the back.
The house still looked the same though for the most part. It still had the same shade of peeling paint on the walls, the same screen door, the same marigolds, and most importantly it still had the same smell of Emily's muffins and the same radiating warmth.
Leah and I got out of the car and I held out my hand. She took it with no hesitation and we walked slowly up the sidewalk, swinging our joined hands lazily back and forth as we went.
Finally, we made it onto the porch. I could tell Leah was a bit nervous and so was I. I rung the doorbell and looked down at Leah who had her arms across her chest and looked anxious.
"Come on in guys!" yelled Sam from somewhere in the house over the noise of a crying child.
Leah uncrossed her arms and pushed the screen door open. I held open the other door for her and closed it behind her.
Nicole (or Leah Nicole) came running down the hallway and attached herself to her Aunt Leah's legs.
"Auntie Leah!" she sang, "Come look at the new baby! Ethan is soooo cute!"
I smiled. Nicole was much like her name-sake. She was smart as a whip at one year old, Claire couldn't form complete full words, let alone sentences, until she was four.
Nicole grabbed Leah by her pant's leg and half-dragged her down the hall. Leah smiled back at me with a shrug and followed the toddler to what I could only guess was Emily and Sam's room. I sat down on the couch and pictured this as me. Mine and Leah's kids (or kid) running around the house. It felt right. Not just right, perfect.
(Leah's p.o.v.)
I followed Nicole quietly into her mother's room. She stopped at the door and reached up on her toes to open it.
She tugged on my pants once again and I followed her in. I marveled at how much she looked like her parent's and wondered what mine and Embry's baby would look like.
Nicole had Sam's black hair as did her brother Taylor and his dark russet skin while Taylor had a lighter version that resembled Emily.
I was drawn out of my thoughts though by a tiny mewling sound that I knew was the newest addition to the Uley family; Ethan Samuel.
Emily was sitting on her bed looking very tired. "Leah, come in," she whispered as Nicole turned to leave, her wavy pigtails bouncing behind her.
I came and sat down on the edge of the bed at Emily's feet. "Hey, Emily," I whispered. Emily smiled and I hugged her.
"Congratulations," I told her. I hadn't been able to make it to see Emily and her bundle of joy in the hospital because of the party planning and the horrible morning/afternoon/nighttime sickness I had been experiencing lately.
"Come see Ethan," she whispered patting beside her on the bed. I crawled over on my knees and as she leaned over her son's bassinet and lifted him up.
He was paler than Sam and Nicole but and favored his mother in skin tone like Taylor, so there was no question in his Quileute and Makah heritage.
He was wrapped in a blue blanket, Emily had always been a fan of clichés, and he reminded me of a porcelain doll; tiny and fragile and beautiful.
"Emily he's gorgeous," I whispered as she placed him in my arms. He squirmed a little and then relaxed in my arms, the mewling stopping. He opened his mouth in a yawn and stuck his tongue out at me.
"I think he likes you," she whispered back as she laid her head on my shoulder and slightly hugged me.
"So is it worth it?" I asked quietly.
"Is what worth it?"
"Is having a baby, having this perfect life with this big family…is it worth going through nine months of swollen ankles and morning sickness and hours of labor?" I clarified without meeting her eyes.
"I have no doubt in my mind," she said back with a small giggle. Ethan opened his eyes and I looked into them, the perfect little green brown orbs and I knew that I wanted this one day, that it would indeed be worth it.
(Renesmee's p.o.v.)
I sat on the couch now, watching T.V. with Seth and Ashley. After sitting outside and waiting for them to quit making out they had apologized and agreed to keep themselves on either side of me on the couch so that they wouldn't start kissing again.
Soon the doorbell rang and neither Seth (who was staring at Ashley and seemed to have forgotten that this was his house) nor Ashley got up to get it.
I rolled my eyes and sighed, then pushed up from the couch and slipping on my shoes again. I went and got the door.
It was Leah and yeah, she looked pregnant. "Congratulations," I said as I turned around to go back to the couch.
"Thanks," she whispered.
Before I could say anything else I caught sight of what was happening on the couch. Seth and Ashley were making out, again.
I rolled my eyes but Leah smiled to herself and then yelled out, "Hey Seth! Have some respect! For God's sake, your sister and a girl that might as well be your sister are in the room!"
Seth and Ashley quickly separated and I laughed a little under my breath. Ashley blushed furiously and hopped off the couch.
Leah laughed outright and then sat down on the couch, propping her feet on the coffee table.
"I hate you," said Seth with a shake of his head as he sat down in his recliner.
"Nah, deep down you love me," sang Leah with a cheesy grin as she turned on his T.V.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said sarcastically with an eye roll, "I just love my annoying-ass sister who comes into my house, watches my T.V., eats my food half the time, and then doesn't even have the decency to tell me she's pregnant and getting married in Vegas!"
Leah rolled her eyes back and then pretended to look hurt, "I'm pregnant, and I'm hormonal, I don't suggest you mess with me baby bro."
"Using your pregnancy as an excuse!" he said with an exasperated sigh, "Women!"
Now, that was where Seth went wrong. All of us (being women of course) turned to look at him.
Ashley balled her hands into fists. "Seth Markus Clearwater! You have no idea what it is like to be a woman! Do you plan on treating me like this when I'm pregnant with your kid?"
She stopped at that and clamped her hands over her mouth and blushed again. Seth's mouth was hanging open, Emily would tell him he was going to catch flies if he didn't shut it.
"Did you just-?" he asked, but before he could finish Melanie burst in the front door with her make up case, curling iron, and a dress bag.
"Get out Seth!" she sang, "And I don't care if it's your house or not," she tacked onto the end as an afterthought.
Seth didn't seem like he was going anywhere so Mel handed her stuff to me and then grabbed him by the shoulders and with her she-wolf strength she steered him outside onto the front porch.
Ashley blinked a couple of times and as her best buddy I went to see if she was alright.
"You okay?" I asked in a whisper.
"Please tell me that I didn't just say 'your kid' to Seth. Did I really say that?" she asked in horror.
I nodded and she blushed again. "Don't worry," I whispered, "I've known Seth all my life and he's never been as serious about a girl as he is about you. I swear to God you're the most serious relationship he's ever been in, hands down. And I can tell that, imprint or not, he would still be head over heels for you."
She smiled at that and the blush disappeared. She hugged me and whispered, "Thanks."
"Hey, Ashley, go get dressed," commanded Mel from her place beside Leah, "Nessie you go help her."
I nodded and took Ashley's hand, tugging her up the stairs. I went into Seth's guest bedroom (a room that consisted of two small beds, two nightstands, a T.V., a dresser, and a closet) where I knew Ashley's dress was likely to be.
"So, how are things with Seth, besides that you want to have his babies?" I asked as I pulled out a strapless black dress that I knew was hers.
"I've been spending the night over here the last couple of nights," she whispered without meeting my eyes.
"So you mean you two…?" I trailed off with a mischievous grin as I peeled the bag off of the dress that she would be wearing today.
"Oh God no!" she said quickly as I handed her the dress. I turned around so that she could get dressed and shrugged.
"Well, that's what I got out of it," I said.
"We agreed to wait a while," she said, "Zip me up?"
"Oh, until marriage?" I asked quietly as I zipped her up. Dad had warned me a couple of times that if Jacob and I had sex before we got married there would be huge consequences.
"Not necessarily," she said as she smoothed down some of her blonde hair over her shoulders.
"Lucky," I whispered, "My parents would kill me, or better yet they'd kill Jake."
"They'd never know," she told me as she hooked a necklace around her neck.
"Yes, they would," I told her, "If we did it in Forks dad or mom or one of my aunts or uncles or my grandma or grandpa could hear us, I live with vampires. They hear everything!"
"What about in La Push?" she asked like talking about vampires was a normal thing, which would be soon enough.
"Well, um this is freaky," I said I looked at her and she nodded. "My dad," I looked down, "Okay, um some vampires, certain ones, have powers. And my dad is one of them. He can…he can read minds, therefore making it near impossible to do anything like that."
"Oh," she said blinking in surprise, "Um, do you have a power, being half vampire and all?"
"Oh, um, yeah," I told her, "Give me your hand."
She trustingly stuck out her arm and I started off simple, sending her the message 'hello Ashley!'
"Did you do that?" she asked. I pulled my hand back and nodded.
"That's frickin' awesome!" she yelled. She hugged me and I laughed, feeling accepted. It was nice for once to have a girl my age out of the family that knew everything about me and excepted me, and still liked me.
(Seth's p.o.v.)
I walked slowly to Quil's apartment which is where I had to go unless I wanted to sit inside the Dodge until the party.
I was processing what all had been said back at my place. Ashley had told me that she wanted to have my kid.
So that meant that we had a future together, a life, a family. That made me indescribably happy.
Once I made it to Quil's place I was smiling ear to ear. Jacob, who was sitting on the couch, watching T.V. with Quil and Embry looked up at me as I came in, "Hey, what are you smiling about?"
"Nothing," I said with a shrug, "Just my imprint told me she wanted to have my babies is all!"
"What?" asked Quil spitting beer across his living room, "What the heck do you mean Ashley wants to have your babies?"
"I mean I was talking about hormones and then Ashley went on some rant about what is was like to be a woman and what would I treat her like when she was pregnant with my kid and all this stuff and she said my kid!"
"What if she's pregnant now?" asked Jacob from his place in the middle of the couch.
"No way man," I said as I sat down, "It's not possible, I wish it was, but it's not."
Embry snorted, "God you guys are a pathetic bunch of idiots!"
"At least I know how to keep a girl from getting pregnant!" retorted Jacob as with a snort, referring to Leah.
"At least it's possible for me to get a girl pregnant!" yelled Embry. Jacob opened his mouth to say something, looked at me, and then closed it.
"I've gotta go out to my car, Emmett's got the clothes Alice picked out for me apparently," he sighed instead, looking out of the window. I smiled to myself, I got to pick out my own clothes.
"Oh, and yesterday she said something about your's too, Seth, and Embry you've already got your's," said Jacob with a smile as he got up, "I'll go get them though."
Okay, maybe I didn't have the freedom to pick out my own clothes. Damn. Jacob walked out the door and just as he did Nick came in.
He wouldn't be able to make it to the party, after you phased the first couple of times you hurt for weeks. I silently thanked God that I didn't ever have to go through that pain ever again. I remembered Leah and myself sitting on the couch, iced down in an attempt to stop the pain. But, of course, the ice had only melted with the new high temperature.
"I need to know about imprinting," he said.
(Renesmee's p.o.v.)
"Emmett's here," I said as I looked out of Seth's guest room window, "I wonder if everything's okay."
"You go check on your uncle," said Ashley, "I'll go ahead and take the Stingray to Leah and Embry's house and you and Jake can just go together."
I nodded and we walked out of the room, me turning off the lights behind me. Leah and Mel had left a little while ago and were probably already at the house doing the finishing touches on the decorations.
Ashley locked the front door behind herself and I ran across the long porch that led to each door. Just as I was about to go down the set of wooden stairs I stopped.
Inside of Quil's apartment I heard Nick talking about imprinting. Now, I knew about imprinting, but not much. I knew the basics, the bare minimum.
"So is imprinting the same thing as love?" asked Nick uncertainly.
"God no," said Embry, "Even if you hated the person you'd still fall for them. Maybe you'd eventually love them, but it's totally different. I mean, take Jacob and his imprint Renesmee, for example. He was in love with her mother before she was born. He kissed Bella twice. He wanted to kill Renesmee, and he damn well came close to it. But he looked into her eyes and," he snapped, "instantly he was powerless."
I couldn't breath. This had to be some sick joke. I couldn't imagine Jake, my Jacob, my imprint and protector since childhood ever wanting to kill me. But, obviously he had. Embry and Jacob had know each other all their lives.
I ran away. I knew though, in the back of my mind that no matter how far I ran I would never get away from this. The betrayal I felt made me want to puke. Maybe it wouldn't have hurt so bad if he had straight up told me the whole story, that he had apparently he wanted to kill me at birth.
I had been told about my birth and how violent it was, how nobody could possibly tell what I would be.
I was crying by the time I was in the back parking lot, Jacob only a couple of feet from me. The makeup I had on was running down my cheeks and Uncle Em and Jake turned to look at me.
"Ness, what's wr-," started Jake but I cut him off, hissing.
"Don't you dare fucking call me Ness!" I screamed at him. Even Emmett looked surprised at my choice of words, but at the moment I didn't care.
"How could you?" I screamed. Tears trailed down my cheeks and I chocked on them while I tried to breath.
I shoved Jake with surprising strength, "Why the hell did you keep that from me? You kissed her, really? And wipe that surprised look off your face. You know who I'm talking about! How could you keep this from me, did you really think it was going to work? Did you think I wouldn't find out? Do you really even love me?"
I was afraid of the answers I would get so I slapped Jacob in the face and then took off into the woods, not looking back.
(Jacob's p.o.v.)
I stared in shock at the place where Renesmee had disappeared into the woods. "What the hell was that all about?" I asked in bafflement, turning to Emmett for an answer. I mean he put up with that bitch of a wife of his, Rosalie, surely he'd know what was going on here.
"Dude, I don't know," he said holding up his hands in surrender, "I'd suggest that you go after her. But, I'm gonna call Edward, see if he can go find her, let her cool down a bit first though, okay?"
I nodded as Emmett took out his cell phone and got into his Jeep, peeling out of the parking lot in true Cullen fashion.
I kept thinking about what she had told me. One sentence in particular; 'You kissed her, really?'
I had kissed only two other people in my life besides Renesmee, those two girls being Kellie McBride and Bella. And somehow I doubted that Ness would get so pissed off at me about kissing Kellie under the bleachers in eighth grade.
I didn't know what to do with myself, so I just got into my car and drove down to Leah and Embry's house.
(Seth's p.o.v.)
I was waiting at Leah and Embry's house, the house I had spent my childhood in. I loved it here, I still kind of considered it home.
Soon Ashley pulled into the driveway (I had beat her here because I ran) and got out of her car.
I got up and went to kiss her. Before I could though I was struck by what she was wearing, and how incredibly sexy she looked.
She was wearing a strapless black dress that cut a little lower than mid-thigh and there was no way to describe her better than un-Ashley-ish.
As my eyes traveled down her body a caught sight of something that made me even happier than the dress. She was wearing a pair of old black and white All Stars that were oh-so-Ashley.
"What's up babe?" I greeted her with a smile as I put my hands on her waist. Before she could answer I kissed her and she giggled, mumbling something.
I detached myself from her and looked into her eyes still smiling, "What?"
"I said I got a text message, goober," she said as she ruffled my hair and pulled her phone out of her bra, sliding it open.
"Goober?" I asked her as we sat down on the hood of her car. She held up a finger to me though and then jumped up, looking mortified.
"Oh my God!" she screamed, dropping her phone. I jumped and caught it, tucking it into my own pocket and then I looked at her worried expression and stopped.
"What's wrong Ash?" I asked in a whisper.
"Nessie and Jac-," before she could even finish her sentence though Jacob came barreling down the street and into the driveway.
He parked the Rabbit and stumbled out. He tried to lock it, fumbling with the automatic lock but then gave up. He staggered over to me and then looked into my eyes with the most pained expression I'd ever seen. He was worse off then Edward when he thought Bella was going to die, worse off than Leah when Sam left her.
"Seth," he whispered, "Seth, she's gone." He crumbled at my feet and didn't say anything else.
I turned to Ashley, who seemed to know something I didn't, for further elaboration and she whispered somewhat coldly, "Nessie broke up with Jacob."