Chapter 13 Life goes on..
JPOV
We spent about ten days in Mexico enjoying the sites. We returned to Forks and to La Push to say goodbye to the Cullens who were shutting down the house and beginning their next adventures. Carlisle would be visiting his friends with Esme. Bella and Edward would be travelling in South America. Rosalie and Emmett were going to hit Africa again. Alice and Jasper would stay in France.
"Keep us informed of everything and anything Jacob. Especially where it concerns Nessie's health. " The Good Doc hugged me and Nessie and it was goodbye "for now" said Edward. "Take care of our baby." Bella said hugging me and then her daughter.
Ana and Billy had gone for their honeymoon and missed the Cullen send off. Life began anew then with the routines and responsibilities of old, and the new layers of family and friends.
No nomad vampires had been in the vicinity and patrols continued but not at the frantic pace of the past years. We periodically checked up on the Cullen compound, locked up tight with metal covers . The vegetation was fast to cover any sign of the entrance and if you didn't know it was there, you wouldn't be tempted to explore. Bella's cottage was much the same. Untouched. Nessie missed them very much but took to her responsibilities very well.
She threw herself into Quileute folklore and language. It was scary how good she got. She'd speak to me in the house to practice, which was good for me of course, I could get rusty with only my Dad to talk to . In a little while she would be ready to be adopted formally into the tribe. It seemed a formality as Nessie had integrated herself seamlessly into my life and the life of the tribe. For appearances sake she registered in college and studied linguistics and endangered languages. I could see the Edward in her as her academic side showed. She and Ana became very close and Ana encouraged her to continue her studies.
Dad had his hands full with Ana, who turned out to have quite an interesting past herself being half first peoples, but unsure of her tribe. She was raised by an African American adoptive father, and here was the interesting part. Carlisle had arranged for her adoption. She had come into the hospital, battered and bruised as a small girl. A small girl of 2 or 3 who had been ill used by whomever had her. Carlisle pulled strings to have her given over to his friend who had lost his wife and child in a terrible car accident. Carlisle had given her to a religious man, an academic, a professor who was so captivated by the child's story and her need for a father he initated adoption immediately. Money moves mountains and both of these men had that. Influence goes further and they also had that to their advantage. Little Ana was then the privileged daughter of a Harvard professor who would be cherished and loved like she deserved. Damaged from her abuse, Ana could not have children. She never married throwing herself into educating other people's children. She came alive with my father, retired from Eaglebrook and moved to forks without batting an eye. They were like little kids and it thrilled me to see my dad so happy and trying out his legs more often. Catching them "in flagrante" in the kitchen while he was on those legs was a bit embarrassing, but Dad just smiled and said "Hey son, shut the door when you leave!"
Nessie thought it was awesome that my father and Ana were getting it on everywhere in the house. I was still weirded out by my experience. Nessie started a chart and checked off locations as she went, plotting to get me in each place. She made it into a competition. I was tired and my wife was turned on by my Dad's sex life!