Hey guys! I'm back from vacation! I wrote a longer chapter for all of you! This chapter doesn't have much action in it, and some of you might find it boring, and possibly confusing... But I wanted it to be that way-confusing, not boring lol. But when you read this chapter, you have to remember that Renesmee is just over two years old, but the size of a ten or eleven year old. Just keep that in mind. ;)

"Thank you, Jake." Colleen said as she followed Jacob in from the garage. He was finally done fixing her car. Of course, my little incident with the part in the engine had to delay him another day.

I peeked up from under my lashes. Neither of them looked down at me from where I was laying on the living room floor, painting my nails.

"Not a problem, Colleen." Jacob shook his head, shrugging it off as if the job was nothing. His voice grew louder, as he glanced down at me. "Sorry it took me a little more time than expected. Someone had to touch things."

Colleen giggled like some teenage girl talking to a guy for the very first time. I rolled my eyes and went back to work on my red nails.

"Are you sure there is nothing I can give for my appreciation?" She asked in a voice I wasn't familiar with. Her body motions I recognized from watching my aunts and uncles when I was younger. The way she slowly ran her right hand down his arm; The movement of her hips, turning them to face him; The tilting of her head, showing him her bare neck. I chuckled at that one. She could do that to me and I'd have a snack.

My muffled laughter must have reminded Jacob that a child was in the room. My eyes narrowed when I caught him starring at the neck in front of him, his bottom lip turning white from him biting it. My eyes shot down the moment his hand moved slightly. He wasn't fast enough.

Sometime during Miss Body-language's movements, Jacob's hands found purchase with her hips. When he noticed my eyes moving towards his hands, he quickly pushed her away from him.

"How about those amazing double chocolate chip cookies you made last time. We really enjoyed them." Of course he couldn't resist getting something from her. Although I was grateful for him asking for food. I wasn't completely sure why I was so… jealous? No, that's not the word. Protective? No, not it either. Territorial, that's it. I've heard my parents talking about it when I was really little. They always noticed how territorial I was with Jacob. I guess that's our relationship. I can't help the way I feel towards him.

I snorted as I shoved myself up off the floor, walking towards the kitchen. I walked directly between Jacob and Colleen, not glancing up at either of them. Jacob's hand slid along my back as I walked past them, but I shrugged away from him.

"I didn't like the cookies, they were a little well done." I muttered as I made my way to the kitchen. It wasn't in my nature to be mean, but when the moments right… I guess I get that from my dad. I knew I was being rude, considering the fact that I didn't even try any of the cookies she made before.

"Vanessa!" Jacob snapped. I cringed from the tone in his voice. He has only raised his voice like that to me once or twice. But it was because I would wonder away from him, or he couldn't see me. It was a worried tone. Until now.

"What?" I asked, turning to glare at him. "It's true." It was almost impossible for me to talk back to Jacob the way I was, and I could see it in his eyes that he was having trouble being mad at me. But I was the child and he was my parental authority, this moment was bound to happen. I would act the same way if I was standing here looking at my biological father. Although he would never have his hands on another woman.

"I'm so sorry, Colleen. I don't know where she got those manners from." He said, his narrowed eyes never leaving my face.

"I got them from him. He can be a real smart-alec most of the time." I figured that would be enough to scare her away. Why I wanted to do that, I wasn't sure. Of course Jacob was a man, who should be with a woman, but no woman was right for him. He was mine, in the sense that we didn't need someone else in our family. We're just fine the way we are.

"Enough!" Jacob stormed towards me, clamping his hands down on my shoulders and turned me to face the hall, shoving me in the direction of my room. "Go, now. We'll talk about this later." He said, the unfamiliar tone sent a feeling of guilt through me.

My brain was screaming at me to be more supportive for Jacob. He's given up a lot to stay here, protecting me. He had a right to do what he wanted. Then my heart was saying something totally different. It was breaking in a million little pieces. This was harder for me to figure out. I shouldn't feel this bad when Jacob shows an interest for someone. The screaming in my head, and the pain in my heart was enough to drive me insane.

I walked slowly to my room without looking back. I could hear the hushed conversation just fine.

"Again, I'm so sorry…" Jacob trailed off when I heard movement. I fought with myself to not turn around and see who was reaching for who. I didn't want to know. I cleared my throat loud enough for them to hear, and the movement stopped.

"Don't worry about it," the smile in her voice caused a faint growl to rumble in my chest. Did my attitude not scare her away? "She's becoming a teenager, I was a young girl growing up with just my father, too. I know what she's thinking; Wanting daddy all to herself." She was only half right. I didn't want Daddy all to myself, I wanted Jacob. "She's got to learn to let you go, Jake. She's got to realize you have needs."

"What needs?" I snapped, turning back to stare at Jacob. We had everything we would possible need. What else is there?

"Ness, GO!" Jacob's voice rose to a level I have never heard before. I flinched from the sudden tone and stomped into my room, slamming the door shut. I didn't want him to see the angry tears that were threatening to escape.

"Look, it's not a good time. I think it's best if you leave. Keep an eye on your oil, it should be changed soon." I heard Jacob say. Part of me wanted her to stay and delay the screaming fit Jacob was going to have with me, but the other part of me wanted her gone.

She's a nice woman, and her niece is fun to play with, but she was stepping over the line. Our family is complete. We couldn't have a human in our lives. Jacob should know that.

"Well then, I will be sure to give you a call. I'll make sure to come by with the cookies as soon as I get them finished. I'll even take them out a little sooner than normal."

"You really don't have to. Ness liked the cookies just the way they were." I rolled my eyes, clapping my hand to my forehead. Now he was lying to her to make her feel better. I didn't touch the cookies. I'm not a big fan of human food, and I only eat the things Jacob asks me to. Of course he wouldn't make sure I ate a cookie. It's not a main meal.

"Okay then, I'll see you later. And don't be too hard on her. She's just trying to keep you close to her."

"Oh, you have no idea." Jacob sighed.

I couldn't help but smirk. At least he understood the reason for my acting out. Probably wont help me any when he breaks down my door to yell at me.

The front door closed and I didn't hear any movement from Jacob as I heard Colleen walk to her car and drive away. When the sound of her car faded I heard Jacob's heavy feet walking towards my bedroom.

I stumbled over my bed, making sure it played a barrier between Jacob and I. My eyes closed when I heard him pause outside my door. I took a deep breath, preparing myself to take his yelling without crying. I wasn't sure how long I would last.

He was yelling before the door even opened. "What the hell got into you out there?"

"Why the hell were your hands on her?" My tone startled me. I've never reacted this way, and I was sure my mother or father would have yelled at me for using an inappropriate word. Jacob didn't seem to notice.

"Wha-" Jacob snapped his mouth shut as he stared at me. He took a deep breath, calming himself before he spoke again. "You will not treat another human being like that again. You understand? I'm sorry you saw her like that, but you must control your emotions. She's a friend."

"Control my emotions? Why don't you tell her to control hers! She's the one coming between us-" I cut myself off, covering my mouth with both my hands. That was something I wish I kept quiet.

"Renesmee… nothing or anyone will ever come between us. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"You're hands were all over her." I said softly, trying to keep the lump in my throat from turning into a sob.

"No they weren't." He answered quickly.

"Then what were they doing on her hips?"

"Why are you so observant?"

"That's not an answer to my question."

"What answer will not upset you?" He asked, sitting on the edge of my bed. I listen to his heart beat two times, before I sat down on the other side of my bed.

"It's really annoying that I don't understand a lot of things when it comes to adults. I guess that's what I get for being younger than I look. Half of my brain knows that certain motions mean… love?" I thought about the motions shared between my parents, aunts, uncles, and my grandparents. They pretty much matched what Colleen and Jacob were doing. They were in love, so those motions must mean the same thing.

"What…" Jacob trailed off, breathing in an unsteady breath. His heartbeat picked up and I noticed the beads of sweat spread across his forehead. He was nervous about something. "What motions are you talking about?" It took all his energy to ask me that. He swiped the back of his hand across his forehead.

I sighed, not sure how to explain it all, so I leaned towards him, touching my palm to his cheek. I showed him mainly my parents, memories from when I was little. They're a couple, so I interpreted gestures between them as things only couples would do; holding hands, my mom sitting on my dad's lap, his hands around her waist-I placed the picture of my dad's hands on my mom the way Jacob was with Colleen. I moved on to a memory of my mom walking up to my dad after he played the piano for me one morning. She was leaving to go somewhere. My dad stood up and my mom's hands slid up his arms then locked around his neck. Her hips turned towards him-just like Colleen did. I closed out the picture with my dad's hands bringing my mom closer to kiss her goodbye. Enforcing my reasoning for making that connection.

"You love her?" I whispered, dropping my hand from his face. He caught it before it fell to the bed.

"No," He giggled. "Not even close. You're right with the motions, but it's a little more complicated than you think. Yes, most of the time, those gestures are for couples like your parents, but with what happened earlier… well that's just a girl flirting."

"Flirting?" I repeated.

"It's what one does when their interested in someone else."

"So you were flirting with her?"

"No." He answered before I was finished asking my question.

"But your-"

"Ness… I don't know how to make you understand."

"Then tell me this; what needs do you want?"

Jacob laughed uncomfortably and I stared at him, waiting for an answer.

"You'll understand when you're older."

"I want to understand now." I demanded.

He shook his head. "When your older. I'm sorry you heard her say that."

"You're awfully sorry today." I muttered.

"It's been a bad day." He raised an eyebrow at me.

"I know," I huffed. "I'm sorry I was mean to her, but we don't need someone else in our family."

"You chose a great way of showing her your feelings on that."

I shrugged. I wasn't giving in.

Jacob sighed. "You really are your mother's daughter."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're so stubborn, but I suppose you get the jealous streak from your father."

"I'm not jealous!" I disagreed.

"Oh," Jacob leaned back, his hands in the air, palms facing me. "Sorry."

I growled, looking away from him. There was no way I was going to tell him how I felt. He didn't need to know.

"It's all confusing now, but you'll understand someday."

"Understand what? Your needs?"

Jacob tried to swallow, but choked. "No," He forced the words out, through his coughing fit. "I wish I could help you understand better, but there's just no way I'm having the talk with you."

"The talk?" I repeated. Then remembered that phrase from another conversation I overhead my parents talking with my grandparents one night. They all thought I was sleeping, and too into their conversation to even realize I was listening from my bed.

My grandparents had asked my mom and dad about when the right time was to have the talk with me, being that I was growing quickly. I ran through the conversation, connecting the dots I couldn't when I was younger.

Jacob saw the light bulb go off in my head and he jumped off my bed. His hands in the air again.

"You're needs are sex?" I shrieked. Again, I don't know why I was flipping out the way I was. I've seen enough TV and movies to make all the connections I needed.

"Jeez, kid, you trying to give me a stroke? I'm not having this conversation with you."

"Good!" I yelled. I didn't want to have it with him either. I was more embarrassed that I actually figured it out. I wish I hadn't.

Jacob stood by my door while I sat frozen on my bed. Both of us looking down at my floor.

Why was I so mad? I saw how it was like to see people in love; How happy my parents were when they were together, and then how eager my dad was the one time my mom left to go on an errand. He hated being apart from her. The whole day he looked lonely. Maybe I was keeping Jacob from being happy with someone. Maybe he was lonely when Colleen wasn't around.

My heart broke, but I didn't want to be the cause of Jacob being unhappy. I could be happy as long as he was. "Jake," I breathed.

"Hmm?" He mumbled, not looking up from the spot on my floor.

"You can love her, you know. It's okay. I mean… I'm okay with it. You deserve to be happy… you deserve to have someone the way my dad has my mom, Aunt Alice with Uncle Jasper, Grandpa and Grandma Cullen…" I trailed off when Jacob's finger swept across my cheek, wiping my tears away. I hadn't even noticed I was crying, let alone Jacob back sitting in front of me.

"Thank you for that. Trust me, I know how hard that must have been for you to say, but honey, I don't love Colleen. Like I said before, she's a friend."

"She likes you." I stated the obvious.

Jacob nodded.

I looked down at my hands. "I'm tired." I sighed, sliding off my bed and grabbing pajamas to go take a shower.

I felt Jacob's eyes on me as I walked out of my room. I didn't look back. I didn't want him to see the tears streaming down my face. I could hold the sobs in until the water drowned out the sound.

I wish I had someone else, besides Jacob, to talk to. I needed my mom. Growing up is a lot harder than I thought. Especially with a single parent.