Authors Note: I apologise for the last chapter, I have reached a dificult point in the story and it is getting harder to write. It should pass soon enough but I would like to thank you all for your support. The last chapter was rather dry and forced, but after reading your comments, writing this chapter was a lot easier. Not great, but not bad. I actualy don't know if thos one turned out well or not, but it is definately better. And I would like to dedicate this chapter to rachaelhelsham, I was having dificulty writing this one, but after reading your comment, it just seemed to flow like they usualy do. Thank you.

But I will stop boring you and let you read the story already.

Chapter 21 – Dinner Conversations

Jacob's POV

It felt good to eat dinner together again, as a family. I only used to east with Renesmee, but lately I've just been eating alone in my room. I had never realised before how much I missed dinner conversations.

"And that is how I learnt that blowing up my boss' desk is not a good idea. But on the plus side, I'm much happier at the new place. At least my new boss has a sense of humour." I couldn't help but laugh at Paul's silly work stories. He seems to be happy with things at least.

"So what about you Jake?" He asked directing the conversation towards me.

"What about me?" I responded having no idea what to say.

"Jake it's the Christmas holidays, and we haven't seen you since new years. Surely something must have happened this year." Rachel insisted and I thought for a moment, taking a bite of my potato.

"Well your cooking has clearly gotten better since then." I remarked.

"Jake be serious." She scolded me.

"I am serious, I haven't puked yet." I grinned at her and she threw a sting mean at me.

"Hey!" My father cautioned us. "I though you kids grew out of that when you were 12."

"Sorry Dad," I apologised. "Old habits die hard." I grinned at him.

"Jacob what have you done with yourself this past year?" Paul asked again, more insistently this time.

"Well," I started and all eyes were on me. "I've been focusing on my studies, and I've recently applied for a apprenticeship at the local mechanics." I told them focusing on my food.

"Jacob you've already completed an apprenticeship in mechanics." My father reminded me.

"Yes but that was down here. I can't put that on my resume without admitting I'm not really 17." I told him still not looking up from my food. "And without the need for going on patrol, I have more time to devote to my school work, I have a tutor and I'm getting wonderful grades this time round. Not only am I not going to pass this time but I should have the grades to get into uni." I continued talking for no reason other than to avoid an awkward silence. But now having run out of things to say, I returned to my food. I had missed this?

Silence.

"And how is Renesmee?" I cringed as her name fell off my sisters lips. "You never stop talking about her Jake, and you haven't mentioned her once since you arrived. Is she okay?"

Silence.

"She's right Jacob, we've all noticed." Paul backed her up.

Silence.

"She's fine." I told them studying my meal. "She is going to school, and getting wonderful grades. She is really popular, everyone loves her. And she has a best friend named Alex, short for Alexis, who is immensely inappropriate, but her father approves so who am I to comment. Besides those two get along so well. Her current hobby is engines, she is currently building her own motorcycle, named Jessie. Don't ask me why she named the thing. But she likes it. You should have seen her father's reaction when she turned up wearing tight black leather. Personally, I blame Alex. That girl is such a bad influence. And..." Rachel cut me off before I could continue.

"And where do you two stand?" She interrupted. "If this Alexis girl, is her best friend, who are you to her?" She just had to ask.

"We are nothing." I told her still not meeting anyone's eyes. "Renesme and I haven't talked in months." I hesitantly admitted.

"What happened?" Rachel asked concerned.

"She made a move on me. And I rejected her. We don't talk any more." I picked at my food.

"I knew you could do it." My father congratulated me. "I told you didn't I. It wasn't meant to be. If it was a true imprint you wouldn't have been able to say no to her. I told you you were mistaken. I'm so proud of you Jacob my boy." The fork in my hand snapped in two.

No one had made a move since dad had begun talking. Until now.

"Of COURSE I imprinted on her. Of course I care about her more than anything else. I said no because she is a child and that would be wrong." I stood up towering over my father. "And I swear to god if you say one bad thing about her I will hit you. Wheelchair or no." I glared at him before adding, "This is why I left Dad. To get away from you. So I wouldn't have to listen to your crap ever single day. Funny thing but the people I used to make life hell for accept me more than my own father does. I came back for the holidays and I intend to stay until they are over. But once they are, I am going back home. To a house full of people who accept me, like you can't."

"So I am just supposed to accept you imprinting on a vampire?" Dad demanded at that was it. Now we were having this argument, yet again.

"SHE IS NOT A VAMPIRE!" I practically screamed at him.

"Well whatever that thing is, it isn't human." He spat the word 'thing' and my anger boiled.

"NEITHER AM I!" I reminded him. "And neither are you for that matter. Just because you never went through the change it doesn't make you normal Dad. There is not a singly human in this room. Why is she any different?" I turned and ran fuming from the room before I did something I would regret.

Paul's POV

Now to be perfectly honest, Billy Black was a pretty okay guy. He cares a lot about his kids, and does what he can to help them achieve the life that is right for them. There is one problem with that however. What is right for them, and what he wants to be right for them is not always the same thing. And then there is his worst characteristic, he is bloody stubborn. Something that my brother-in-law inherited from him.

Which is quite possibly the worst combination you can have. Billy wants Jacob to want his 'ideal life' and Jacob wants his father to accept his choices.

"Seriously?" I asked with my head in my hands after my concerned wife ran out to follow her brother. "Cant you just for once pretend to be okay with it?" I groaned.

"I am a rather accepting man Paul, I will accept a lot of things. But my child with a vampire? That is where I draw the line." Billy insisted stubbornly. He really could be stupid at times.

"Billy I don't like it either." I admitted. "But it happened okay. You can't change it by fighting with him. You will only make him hate you." I attempted once again to talk some sense into him, knowing it was a lost cause.

"Why couldn't he just be gay or something?" Billy mumbled. "I could accept him being gay, but this?" He sighed and I couldn't help but laugh.

Yep, my father-in-law is a stubborn git.

Rachel's POV

I ran outside in search of my brother. Damn his werewolf speed. It was times like these that I almost wish I had gone through the change. When I finally found him he was on the phone to someone.

"I dunno." I heard him say. "He just really knows how to push my buttons. Honestly, I would rather be stuck in a room with Blondie than him sometimes." He laughed. "Because I can just kill her. That's why." He laughed again. "Thanks for the talk, I'm sorry to bother you." Pause. "Look after her." He said before hanging up. "You gonna keep standing there spying on me all night?" He asked and I mentally cursed his werewolf senses for the second time that night.

"Who was that?" I asked him curiously. He did seem to be in a much better mood.

"Someone who is actually a good father." Was the only answer I got before he headed back to the house.

Authors Note: I tried to explain Billy's opinion on the matter, in a way that would not make you all completely hate him. Not sure if I succeded there or not. I hope you liked it, please review, I love to hear your feedback, knowing people are enjoying my stories gives me the determination to keep writing them. Thank you all for your continued support.

~SophieAngel69