AN: Don't get your hopes up. There's just a mini lemon in this one. I'm visiting my grandparents, and I just couldn't get myself to write one with them in the next room.

JPOV

Our group took up two rows of seats in the outdoor auditorium. I made sure to sit as far away from Renee as possible, so that put me next to Charlie. Felix was sitting on the other side of me until he saw Leah. Then he conveniently disappeared. Ever since she crushed his fast ass horn, he made sure to stay out of her way.

I was trying to pay attention to the guy behind the podium. He was being all inspirational and shit, but my mind kept drifting every time I saw the back of her head. It was ridiculous how in love I was with a woman that was such a pain in my ass.

"Hold this for a second," said Edward, passing me little Noah as he rifled through the diaper bag.

I turned the little guy around in my arms, noticing the smiley face sticker on his forehead. "What's with the sticker?"

Edward looked over and shook his head. "Sophie!" he called over his shoulder.

Sophie hopped off Carlisle's lap and hurried over. "Yes Daddy?"

"Have you been decorating your brother again?" he asked her.

"No sir," she answered. "Mommy did it."

"Where is Bella anyway?" Charlie asked, looking around.

The woman in question suddenly appeared, looking irritated and panting. "Can you believe they searched me?"

"What happened?" I asked, letting Noah wrap his hand around my finger.

"As soon as they heard my name, security took my bag," Bella explained. "As if I would have anything in there. Anybody knows, if you're going to pull something at a college graduation, you plan it before the actual ceremony." She sat down in the empty chair between Edward and I.

"Did you put that sticker on Noah's head?" Edward asked her.

She turned around and frowned at Sophie. "Did you rat me out?"

"Yes ma'am," she answered. The girl was the most honest kid on the planet.

"Get over here," Bella growled playfully, lifting her over the seat and into her lap. "We girls have to stick together. Remind me to teach you how to avoid answering questions."

I looked down at the kid in my arms. "There's no hope for you, buddy." Between his parents and their families, he was going to be just as crazy as the rest of them.

"Give me my kid," Edward laughed, taking him back.

They were starting to call out the names of the graduates, and I noticed a couple of people missing. "Bells, I think you lost a kid or two." I didn't see Ethan or Leo anywhere.

She shushed me, looking around to make sure no one else heard what I had said. "The guards searched me," she whispered. "They didn't check my accomplices."

Oh. That made sense.

"Renesmee Carlie Dwyer. Cum Laude."

We all stood to cheer as Nessie proudly walked across the stage. Who knew Satan would graduate with honors? Fireworks shot into the air when she accepted her diploma, causing her to throw her head back with laughter as her professors shook their heads. Now I knew where Ethan and Leo were.

"Yeah Nessie Dwyer!" Two guys a few rows over were standing on their chairs as they yelled for her.

"Who the hell are they?" I asked. They looked like a couple of stoners.

"Sit down, son," Charlie chuckled as the ceremony moved on. He leaned over me to talk to Bella. "Please tell me my grandsons weren't responsible for those fireworks." She didn't say anything. "Isabella."

Bella sighed, "Dad, I had to do something. It's not everyday your little sister graduates from college. Besides, if the boys get caught, I can easily get them out of trouble because I'm their mom, and they're just kids. If I got caught, they'd probably take me away in one of those campus security golf carts."

Luckily, the boys made it back to their seats without getting busted.

The ceremony was ending when the two stoners came over to where we were seated. "So you guys are Nessi's family," one of them said, nodding his head like a damn bobble head. "I'm Vladimir. This is Stefan."

"How do you know Nessie?" Charlie asked. I was curious myself.

"She beat the shit out of us," said Stefan. He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a scar on his arm. "Our asses got high, and it seemed like a cool idea to harass some chicks. We didn't expect one to be carrying a blade."

"You were harassing my girlfriend?" I growled, taking a step towards them.

"Wow," said Vladimir. "She said you were big." He looked at Stefan, "Wasn't lying, was she?"

"Relax man," said Stefan. "We don't do that stuff anymore."

Nessie came running towards us with her diploma in hand. I was surprised when she jumped into my arms first. "I'm free!" she said happily.

"Congratulations." I squeezed her to me. "Now, you're in big trouble."

"I usually am," she replied. "What for?"

I turned her around to see the stoners. "When you're harassed, you have to tell me. How am I supposed to kick their asses if I don't know about it?"

She smiled at them. "Hey Freshmen! How was prison?"

They both shuddered.

I pulled Nessie aside, "I don't like this. Those guys could be dangerous."

"Jake," she replied. "I used to be just like them. I'm not stupid. I never meet them alone, and I always have some way to protect myself. If I can help them, I'm going to."

I knew this is what she wanted to do, and I was willing to support that, but I still couldn't help but worry. "Fine, but next time, I get to kick their ass."

She smiled and agreed.

"Shouldn't we get a say in this?" asked Stefan.

"Yeah, it's our asses getting kicked after all," Vladimir added.

Bella was shaking her head. "Ness, do you know any normal people?"

Vladimir looked Bella over. "Hey," he said smoothly.

"Touch my wife, and I'll kick you ass," said Edward.

"Why does everyone want to kick our ass?" Stefan asked.

Nessie was waving at someone across the auditorium. "Tanya and Lauren came to my graduation." She turned to the stoners, "You boys should go introduce yourselves."

As they walked away, I laughed, "I thought they were lesbians."

She shook her head, "They can't have me, so they decided to settle for men instead."

I sighed and wrapped my arm around her. "You graduated with honors, and you're still full of shit."

NPOV

Graduating was one of my favorite moments in life. If you haven't done it, I highly recommend it. I had been working my ass off, and walking across that stage with the people I loved cheering for me, not to mention the crazy fireworks, made the moment that much better.

Being sober and drug free officially rocked.

We all went out to eat after the ceremony. I was glad that my family finally got to meet Sue. I think she was a little overwhelmed by them in the beginning, but it didn't take long for her to start joking with the rest of them. Felix stuck close to her in hopes that she would protect him from Leah.

I also got to see Seth again. Jake knew about my history with him, but that didn't stop them from getting along. It's impossible not to like Seth, and it's not like he really remembered anything that happened between us anyway.

"Loch Ness," said Felix, causing me to glare at him. He held out a small box. "Happy graduation."

"What is it?" I asked suspiciously.

"Just open it," he replied, pretending to be insulted. I didn't trust that man for a minute, so I was very wary of opening the little box. Eventually, he reached over and did it for me. "It's just business cards for goodness' sake."

I read the first line, "Designated Dwyer?"

He shrugged, "I thought it had a nice ring to it."

"Thank you," I said. "I would hug you or something, but wouldn't that be weird?" Hugs had never been a part of our relationship.

"We can risk it just this once," he sighed.

As soon as his arms were around me, there was a flash. We turned to see Bella with a camera. "What?" she asked. "I had to get a picture. What's the likelihood that this will ever happen again?"

She had a point.

Jake had to leave early for work, so I ended up going to my apartment that Bree and I were renting for the summer.

I was in the middle of a Seinfeld marathon when someone knocked on my door. I reluctantly got off the couch to see who it was. "Oh hell."

Chief Sam was standing there in full uniform, looking at me apologetically, "Renesmee Dwyer…"

"Yeah, yeah," I replied. I had been read my rights enough to know the drill. "Just let me put on some shoes." What the hell did I do this time?

Sam was quiet on the ride to the station. He never did read me my rights, but I wasn't going to bring that up. That could work in my favor later. When we pulled into the parking lot, he radioed in. "The others are on patrol. You've got two hours."

I had no idea what he was talking about. I just went with the flow as he helped me out of the car and led me inside. "Jake?"

Sam uncuffed me and left.

The station was lit up with candles and Jacob was waiting for me in the holding cell. I looked around, "I've been arrested at least a dozen times, but this is definitely a first."

He smiled, "I wanted to do something nice for you, and since you insist this is where we had our first date, I thought we could have dinner here."

"This was where we had our first date," I clarified. "You picked me up from work and bought me pizza. That counts." I wrapped my around his waist. He was too damn tall, so my head landed on his chest. "This was really sweet of you. It takes one hell of a guy to make a jail cell romantic."

He took my hand, "Come on. We've got to do this right."

I let him position me in front of that big ass camera. I couldn't help but laugh. "Mug shots?"

We posed for a couple together. I kept cracking up, so we kept having to do them over. Jake insisted that we needed to look like bad asses.

"I know what the problem is," he said. "We don't have our identification numbers." He rushed over to the desk to find them.

"Seriously, Jake, what kind of cop forgets the id numbers?" I teased.

He rolled his eyes and handed me my little sign. "What kind of criminal smiles for her mug shots?"

"An experienced one," I replied.

While we ate dinner, Jake had the pictures printing. I'm not going to lie, I was going to take one home, put it in some cheesy frame, and stick it on my nightstand.

"I think we need a little mood music," I announced.

"Nessie," he growled, knowing what was coming.

"Jake," I smiled. "It's our song. Sing it with me."

"I swear, I will tackle if you," he replied.

I couldn't help myself. "The warden threw a party at the county jail." I smiled and jumped out of his way. "The prison band was there and they begin to wail." It was hard to sing when you were laughing and running from someone. It was even harder to get away from someone when you were in such a tiny space. I got caught before I even made it to the chorus.

"I warned you," said Jacob, taking out his nightstick.

"Jacob," I was still laughing. I couldn't seem to stop.

"I think I'm finally going to let you meet Officer Goodbody," he replied.

This was officially the best date ever. It was my wet dream come true.

My boyshorts hit the floor and my back hit the bars. "This isn't really sanitary," I commented.

"Do you want to stop?" he asked.

"Hell no," I answered.

Jake turned me around, so I could hold onto the bars. I could feel his lips brush my ear as he spoke. "Spread 'em." He used his foot to move my legs apart. "I've wanted to do this to you ever since that first night."

I started to ask him why in the world he didn't, but when he slammed into me, I lost my train of thought, and I'm too much of a lady to describe what we did with that nightstick.

"I never did get the chance to tell you why I love you," I told Jake later after I straightened out my clothes.

"I didn't think you wanted to," he replied, and I understood why. I wasn't usually one to talk about my feelings and shit, but I wanted to do it for him.

"We first met because you were protecting my sister and nephew, even though you barely knew them. You say your dad gets on your nerves, but you never leave him without hugging him first." This next one was hard for me to admit. "When we're together, I know that I won't screw up, because I don't want miss a single moment with you."

He took my face in his hands and leaned down, resting his forehead against mine. After everything we had done that night, I still hadn't felt as close to him as I did in that moment. He brushed his lips across mine. "I love you too."

I wasn't trying to ruin the moment, but it had to be said. "I'll probably always be a pain in the ass."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he chuckled and kissed me again.

Our time was almost over. "I want to see our mug shots!" I practically bounced over to the printer to get the pictures. At first, I studied our faces. In the first few, we both were making ridiculous expressions. However, towards the end, I noticed that I was the only one looking at the camera. Jake was looking at me.

The candles were too dim, so I turned on the desk lamp to get a better look. My heart somehow jumped into my throat when I saw it. We weren't holding prisoner identification numbers. I dropped the pictures and found our signs that we had carelessly dropped aside earlier. Instead of numbers, there were letters that were carefully arranged by Jake.

Marry Me Nessie

When I turned around, Jake was standing there with the ring in his hand. All I could hear was my own breathing as he walked towards me.

"Nessie," he started, but paused. I was going to burst if he didn't hurry and ask the question. "I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life fighting with you." He finally got down on one knee. "Will you marry me?" I jumped on him. I couldn't help it. That's what I did when I was excited. He somehow managed to keep us from falling to the floor. "Is that a yes? I never know what to expect with you." He sounded just a little nervous.

I laughed, "Yes, I'll marry you." He lovingly slid the ring on my finger, kissing my hand and then my lips. "I can't believe you proposed to me at the police station."

He smiled, "Well, it's kind of our thing."

"You know this means you have to stop calling me Satan," I replied.

He wrapped his arms tightly around me and lowered his mouth to my ear. "Never going to happen."

AN: I don't know if anyone has ever proposed via mug shot before, but it seemed fitting for these two. I'm not a fan of writing weddings. Actually, I usually sneak in an iPod when I even go to weddings, so I'm not planning to write theirs. I will slip in a few of the important details about it in the next chapter. Review and get a preview. Thanks for reading!