This chapter is dedicated to tazz0617, my wonderful, amazing, incredible friend. She makes my life look like a crazy one but I can't really blame her for this. She loves vampires, I love werewolves, we make quite an odd pair. I love you!

A huge thanks to my amazing and incredible beta, faite-comme-moi. She works so fast on my stuff and she bears with me when I make stupid, stupid mistakes.

Important thing! I know I only started posting on FFnet during last summer but the first chapter of this story was published on Twi'd on May, 1st 2009. I can't quite believe it's already been one year! Thank you all for reading and bearing with me when I make Bella and Jacob's lives look like hell! Your reading and your reviews mean the world to me, really.

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, well nothing mentioned in this chapter anyway!

A few notes on this chapter:

1. I'm French, remember? And I'm culturally speaking very proud of my country. Keep this in mind while reading.

2. Bella hates sports. I don't. Don't get angry for everything that could be offensive to you.

That's all! Enjoy!

Chapter 24 Christmas cliché

Bella's POV

Thursday, December 25th.

I felt really warm in the bed. Not too hot, not as sweaty as I sometimes was when I was too close to Jacob. I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to spend the whole day in this bed with my eyes closed. Besides, I was having a really good dream. Any dream that included Jacob was bound to be a good one. But I was starting to drift away from sleep. Even with my eyes shut, I could tell that there was a bright light in the room. My dream was fading and instead, something was tugging at my hand which had accidentally left the warmth of the sheets. Damn dog. How had she managed to get into our bedroom when the door was closed? And, more importantly, why was I the one sleeping on the side of the bed closest to the door? She never bothered Jacob when he was sleeping, only me. It didn't make me feel special. It annoyed the hell out of me.

"Go away, Beta," I grumbled, sliding my hand to my side. It didn't discourage the dog from continuing. She nudged me gently as if she was doing it on purpose. As if she really wanted to wake me up. The worst part was that it was working. I put my head under my pillow and from my shelter, heard my name being called from a distance. "Beta, leave me alone." Someone chuckled at this, a sound that a dog could definitely not make.

"I'm not beta anymore, Bells." Oh. So Jacob wanted to wake me up? I thought he loved me. I hated what he was doing right now. I didn't want to wake up. It was Christmas break; I could sleep as long as I wanted to. "What was that?" he asked when I mumbled once again for him to go away. He grabbed the pillow and my whole face was exposed to the morning light. He wasn't going to win. I wanted to stay in bed. I pulled the blanket above my head.

"Come on, honey. Wake up," Jacob whispered, his mouth really close to my ear and his hand brushing the locks of my hair which weren't hidden with the rest of my body. "You asked me to wake you up at nine and it's already ten. You've got to wake up now."

"Why would I have asked you such a stupid thing? I'm on vacation. I won't get up until noon. Now, let me be."

"Bella, honey. Wake up. It's Christmas morning."

My eyes snapped open at once. It was Christmas morning? How could I have forgotten? All of a sudden, I was completely awake. I pushed the sheets away from my face, glad to be able to breathe again. Jacob looked very satisfied. This better not be one of his tricks. No. It was Christmas morning. I remembered it now. I could open my presents. I sat up in bed quickly only to feel dizzy because of the fast movement. I lay back down to stop the spinning.

"So, do I need to carry you or have you recovered the use of your legs?" Jacob asked playfully. Just like the night before, I stuck my tongue out at him while disentangling myself from the bed sheets.

"I'm a big girl. I can walk, thank you very much." I reached for my robe and my slippers then shoved Jacob out of the room so I could get his presents. There wasn't really a point in wanting to keep the place where I'd put them secret but he obeyed nevertheless. I caught sight of my face in the mirror. No need to say that I looked terrible. My hair was a mess, another reason to cut it short. Less trouble to comb it in the morning. And my face was as pale as snow. But again, photos taken on Christmas morning were the only ones in which it was acceptable for people to look far from perfect. I smiled to myself at the thought that it was my first real Christmas with Jacob. We had never woken up on Christmas morning in the same house as a married couple before.

He may have been thinking something along the same line because, when I came into the living room, he was literally beaming. He looked like a small child waiting to rip wrapping paper to play with his new toys. Before I could tease him about it, he had taken the two packages from my hands and had put them under the tree.

"You've got to see this!" Jacob exclaimed, grabbing my hand. In a few seconds, we were looking out the window at the front yard. And I was more than surprised by what I saw. I thought it only happened in movies. It was so cliché.

"Can you believe it? It's snowing! On Christmas morning!" He looked so ecstatic that it was funny to watch. People could really become children again at Christmas. I had to share his enthusiasm, though. These weren't some random snow flurries. The whole front yard plus the driveway were white. It must have been snowing for quite some time already. The best part was that, as Jacob mentioned it, it was still snowing and it didn't seem likely to stop any time soon. It was perfect.

"Look, kangaroo. It's snowing," I whispered down while cradling my stomach with my hands, taking Jacob's one with mine. I should have felt stupid to ask him to look at the snow when I knew that it wasn't something he could do yet. Instead, it felt like the right thing to do. I had to share the experience with him. I didn't have a lot of white Christmases in my life so it made this morning even more special. I hoped that the snow would stay long enough for us to go outside and enjoy it.

Jacob kissed the top of my head, his smile never leaving his face and his eyes glued to the snowflakes falling from the sky. At this precise moment, I could totally understand how children were able to stay hours sitting at a window watching the snow fall without getting bored. It was magical.

"Well…the snow is great but what about our presents, now?" Jacob asked after a few minutes of peaceful silence. The mention of presents was the only thing capable of tearing my face away from that window.

"Right, presents. You first," I said when we both sat down on the floor beside the Christmas tree. I handed him one of his presents and he took it eagerly. "God, you're such a child." I couldn't help but laugh when he shook it to see if something inside was making noise. He finally tore off the paper to reveal the video game it took me so long to choose. I was crossing my fingers that Quil didn't have it already.

"You don't have it, do you?" I enquired when he didn't say anything. It would be exactly my luck to spend an hour choosing a game to end up buying one they already had.

"No. No, I don't. Thanks, Bella. If you knew how bad Quil is at this kind of game! It's gonna be fun. Now, gimme my book," Jacob kind of ordered, his hands extended towards me after he gave me a peck on the lips.

"Geez, you better not be as impatient as your Daddy, kangaroo."

"You're not really patient either, you know," Jacob replied with a wink when he saw me rolling my eyes. "Okay, let me rephrase it, will you? Would you be nice enough to give me my book, please?"

I had to laugh at this but I handed him his second square present. He knew that it was a book because I always got Jacob a book for Christmas. It would be a classic, either one that I liked a lot or one that I thought he would enjoy. It started off as a joke years ago and now it was our ritual.

"Jacques…the Fatalist," Jacob quoted, staring at the cover of the book, frowning. "Never heard of it. What is it about?"

"It's a French philosophical novel. Don't make that face, it's not that difficult to understand. I wasn't mean enough to give you the text in French. Now, read the dedication."

He flipped through the first pages until he found what he was looking for. Then, another smile lit his face.

" 'I certainly don't know where I'm going. But I'm sure of one thing. I'm going there with you. Love you, Bells,' " Jacob read out loud, his eyes sparkling when he met mine. I had never seen him so delighted in his whole life. I bought the novel only a few days before because I wanted a very special book. And I came across this one. It was exactly what I was looking for. In some way, it reflected what happened with Jacob's weird imprinting. We would stay together, no matter where fate would take us.

"It's about this guy and his master. They're travelling but you never find out where they're actually going. It's full of funny little stories. Some are even kind of…sexual. You'll like it."

"I'm sure I will. Thank you, Bells." He bent over to kiss me, this time longer than the first time. I knew the dedication pleased him so I was glad to have found the right words to express my feelings. He rested his forehead against mine for a few seconds, his eyes staring intently into mine. He still had stars in them. It made me feel all warm inside to see that he was so happy because of me. Jacob said that imprinting, or whatever it was that happened to him, didn't change the way he felt about me. Yet, there were new little things like the sparkles right then that had started only a couple of weeks ago. Sometimes, he would pronounce my name in such a sweet voice or look at me like he had never seen anything more incredible in his life. Jacob already loved me a lot before his revelation in the parking lot. Now, it looked like his love had expanded. I didn't think it was possible for someone to love somebody else so fully and intensively.

I'm sure we only stayed like this a short time but for me, it felt like an eternity had passed when Jacob pushed himself away from me after a kiss on my nose. I had this strange feeling that time stopped when I was looking into his eyes. It was like we could have whole conversations without uttering a single word. It had always been like this and I believed that at the very start, when we were just teenagers, it's the thing that made me feel comfortable with opening to Jacob. If he could understand me so completely only by looking at me, we were bound to understand each other when we were speaking.

"All right. Your turn now. Open this one." He dragged towards me the big package that I had noticed last night. I was happy that he liked his presents but a part of me was dying with impatience to open mine. I reached for the card first, finding out that the present was from my mom. She bought so many things for us, she really should stop doing it. But I knew that she liked it so I didn't say anything.

"The card says it's for both of us."

"Yeah, but I know what it is. Go ahead. Open it."

"How do you know what's in it?"

"You're not as observant as you think you are," Jacob teased me. "We went to buy it when we were driving back from the airport when your mom came to visit us. Apparently, she saw it online but didn't want to have it delivered to our house in case you might be there," he explained. "We hid it in the garage. I'm actually surprised you didn't find it. I thought you would turn the house topsy-turvy to get to your presents."

"You're the one acting like a child most of the time, Jake." I flashed him a bright smile and he pouted in return. It was so sweet that I laughed without intending to. He slightly pushed my shoulder to which I responded by pushing against his chest. I was well aware that I would never have enough strength in my arms to make him fall down but he played along with me. He fell backwards on the floor, holding his side with two hands as if I had wounded him. I'd just made my point.

"See? You're a kid. Get up from over there and let's open this present." Jacob grabbed the hand I extended towards him. He didn't let go of it afterwards so I only had one hand available to rip off the paper. It didn't take me too long, though. Soon enough, what was inside was revealed and I gasped.

"Oh. My. God. She didn't." I turned around to look at Jacob who was nodding in response. He was also eyeing me with apprehension. Considering how I reacted last night with the stroller I could understand his attitude. I guess I'd just have to accept that my parents wanted to buy all this baby stuff for us. They were going to be grandparents, they wanted to get involved. But it had to stop. I'd have to tell them that all their presents were great. It just made me feel better to buy them by myself.

"Bella…you're not mad, are you?" Jacob asked, bringing me out of my thoughts. I wasn't mad. I'd surrendered, for the moment. I couldn't take my eyes off of the picture of the crib on the box. I simply couldn't believe it. It looked exactly like what I had in mind. It was the color we said we wanted because it would go well with the paint for the walls.

"No, no. I'm not," I replied when Jacob asked his question again. "I'm just…speechless. I mean…it's exactly what we wanted. How…how did she know? Oh, you kept that quiet, didn't you?" I suddenly realized.

Jacob smiled mischievously but I couldn't hold this lie against him. He hadn't meant any harm. But if he had known that we were getting a crib all along, I had been more than unfair.

"I'm so sorry I was so angry the other week." I felt awful yet, in my defense, I couldn't have known. I'd seen this ad for some cribs that were on sale and one was almost like the perfect one from my point of view. I'd wanted to buy it because it was an opportunity not to miss. Instead of agreeing with me, Jacob didn't take it seriously. He said he didn't like it and that we weren't in any rush to buy one. I was so pissed at him. Now, I understood.

"It's okay, you didn't know."

"That's not an excuse. I shouldn't shout at you like that. I mean, it's not fair to you."

"It's okay, Bella. It's not really you fault." Jacob squeezed my shoulder to reassure me. I was sure that I was driving him crazy but he was nice to try to make me think otherwise. It may not be entirely my fault, but still. I felt pretty bad about it. Most of the time, he didn't even deserve the extra yelling. Most of the time.

"Oh, it's awesome, Jake. Thank you so much!" I exclaimed, changing the subject and forcing a smile on my face to forget about my unpredictable mood swings.

"I think it's more appropriate to thank your mom but you're welcome. I'm relieved that you like it." And his smile wasn't a fake one. Jacob hadn't stopped smiling since he woke me up. How he could not feel tired of doing it, I didn't know. It was amazing to look at. In a second, my smile wasn't forced anymore.

"Do you want my presents or have you had enough already?" Without responding, I took the box that he had in his hands. It weighted nothing at all. It looked like it came from a department store. I mimicked Jacob's action from earlier and shook it to see if any noise came from it. I didn't hear anything. Opening Christmas presents was fun.

I opened the box, which in itself was so beautiful that it could have been empty and it would have made a nice present anyway. I got rid of all the tissue paper until I felt fabric under my hands. I took the garment out of the box to see it more clearly. My smile stretched even more. It was black. And it was a dress.

"You said you were upset that you couldn't wear your black dress because of the baby so I thought you'd like this one."

"It's gorgeous, Jake! Thank you!" I bent over to press my lips against his. He couldn't have found a more perfect present. I didn't want to buy a maternity dress like this one because I knew I wouldn't use it for more than a few months but I had missed my black dress. I stood up to get a closer look at the dress. It looked a bit too large for me. Yet, I was larger than usual. I had to try it on to see if it fit. I had to try it on right now.

"I'm going to put it on. I'll be back in a minute!" I hurried to our bedroom, not giving Jacob the chance to object. He only muttered something about me going all Shannon on this. Maybe I was. Shannon had a very special way of opening Christmas presents. She opened one then she had to play with her new toy before moving on to a second present, playing with it and so on. According to Kim, it took them forever to go through all their daughter's presents. Yes, I was going all Shannon on this one.

I quickly stripped off my top and my shorts to put on the dress. I could actually have kept them on because they would have been hidden under the black clothing. To my surprise, even if the dress had looked too big, it was my size. I didn't even wince at the fact that it meant that I was bigger. I didn't want to brag or anything but I looked awesome in this dress. I loved the long sleeves, an imperative for these winter months. The neckline was kind of unusual and at the same time, it was what I liked about it. I wasn't going to change back. I wanted to wear this dress for the rest of the day.

"What do you think?" I asked Jacob when I was back in the living room. I did a little twirl to show him how great I looked. It was a bad idea. My sense of balance should make it forbidden for me to do this kind of move. I tripped on my own foot and landed in Jacob's arms. He must have sensed that it would end in a catastrophe because he had stood up even before I tried to act like a ballerina.

"You look great, Bells. Let's avoid a trip to the hospital, though. Okay?" He sounded so serious and maybe even a bit afraid that we would finish the day over there that I couldn't be mad at him for being overprotective. If it wasn't for his reflexes, I would have fallen down. Again. "You do look gorgeous, you know." He added after examining me closely. He didn't show too much but inside I knew that he must have been high fiving himself for getting me a dress that I liked.

"I know, right? It's exactly what I wanted. It's just too bad that I won't be using it for more than a few months. I could wear it every day."

"Well, I'm sure you'll have plenty of other opportunities to wear it in the future."

Jacob was definitely the kind of guy who wasn't afraid of having kids. He had to be little anxious, sure. I mean, everybody is in this situation. For now, he simply wasn't scared by the idea that we were going to have a child to care for and look after for the rest of our lives. And he was already insinuating that he wanted more than one. I didn't know about this yet but his attitude right now couldn't make me happier.

"We'll see about that." I patted his cheek playfully and he guided me towards the couch. Apparently, I needed to be sitting for my second present. Jacob sat down next to me, a look of apprehension on his face. He was starting to scare me.

"Okay. So don't go all crazy on me because I swear, I didn't spend a cent on this."

He handed me a package that I opened at once. He had aroused my curiosity along with a little something else which feared what I was about to discover. It was a good thing I was sitting down. I literally froze, my hands still holding the lid of the box, my mouth wide open, my eyes glued to my present.

"Not a single cent, remember?"

"You got me a freaking laptop?" I seemed to have recovered the use of my speech even if I was still in shock. A laptop. Jacob got me a laptop. I bought him a video game and in exchange, I was receiving a laptop. I felt ashamed of myself. His presents were so much better than mine. It wasn't fair. "You…you…oh my God, Jake! Thank you so much! Thank you, thank you!" I threw my arms around his neck to hug him as close as I could. My last laptop broke down a year earlier and, because we had to pay for the wedding, I didn't buy another one. It wasn't like it was something I really needed. Yet, I was accumulating lots of flying papers from my writing class so it would be more than nice to have everything typed up.

"I got it from the Community Center. They're getting these new computers from the government so Emily said I could have it if I spend some hours with the kids to pay for it. It's not brand new. Embry cleared off the hard drive for you but…"

"Shut up, Jake," I cut him off in the middle of his embarrassed explanation. I didn't care that it wasn't a state-of-the-art laptop. I didn't care how many people had used it before. It was mine from now on. Jacob got me a laptop. I still couldn't believe it. "It's the best present ever. I mean…wow."

And then, without knowing why or how, my smile crumbled to be replaced by tears. It surprised me so much that I didn't have time to try to hide it from Jacob. He heard my sob and pulled away from me, looking completely taken aback by what was happening. I wasn't sad but tears were rolling down my cheeks anyway.

"Don't cry. It's just a present. Don't cry. It's okay."

"I…I can't help it. I can't stop it, either."

"You're giving your Mommy a hard time, kangaroo," Jacob chuckled, placing his hand on my stomach to rub it softly as if it could make me stop crying. At least, crying was better than when I yelled for nothing.

"It's worth it."

"Yes. Yes, it is." Jacob threw me a warm smile before gathering me in his arms until I dried my eyes. When I eventually came back to my senses, the only thing in my mind was that this morning had been the best Christmas morning ever. It deserved something that I didn't say often.

"I love you, Jake."

"I love you, too, Bells."

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I wasn't kidding when I said that I was going to wear my new dress all day. I had it off the time it took to take a shower but that was all. I was wearing it right now. Underneath an apron because I may be talented when I cooked yet it didn't mean I wasn't clumsy. With my luck I would have gotten it stained in record time. Instead, the apron got stained. I was too predictable.

Now, the food was ready, the table was set. I only had to wait for Jacob to come back with Billy. I also had to find something to make up for my lame presents. Jacob assured me that I didn't have to but I wouldn't feel comfortable until I had. I should have given him something so much better than a video game even though he said that it was great. I still hadn't found a good idea. I couldn't cook him a nice dinner because even when I felt lazy I couldn't bring myself not to cook. Jacob always had good food to eat, it wouldn't be exceptional for him. I sucked at finding things that he could enjoy.

I didn't have any more time to find anything because I heard the car slowing down in the driveway. I went to check on the food in the oven just to be sure that it wasn't burning. I grabbed my coat and my scarf and stepped outside to greet Billy. I was watching where I was going more carefully than usual. We don't want to end up at the hospital, remember? I looked up but I didn't get the chance to say hello. I was hit simultaneously by two snowballs. In the face. It didn't hurt. It was more fun than anything else. Like father, like son, they say. In Jacob's case, it was definitely true.

They were both looking at me with huge grins on their faces like nothing at all happened. I loved the snow, especially because I didn't have many opportunities to see much of it. I wanted to play, too. I shook my head to get rid of the snow in my hair. By the time I was done, Jacob had wheeled Billy up towards me.

"How's my favorite daughter-in-law doing today?" When you looked at Billy, it was clear that Jacob had inherited his smile from him. Billy seemed so happy to be here today that it made me even happier. It mustn't be easy for him to live alone. Jacob and he had this very special bound although it didn't show often. I knew that moving out from his father's had been difficult for Jacob. He never missed a chance to spend some time with Billy whenever he could. It was only natural that he would spend the day with us.

"She's doing more than fine, thank you. And she's honored to be your favorite even if it's not really hard given that she's your only one." I bent down to give him a hug and also to whisper in his ear that I would get my revenge later. He laughed at this but he better be careful. I was rather good at throwing things without missing my mark, especially when it was something as weightless as snow. "Come inside, it's freezing out there. I'll get my revenge from you, too, you know," I added for Jacob. I didn't want him to think that I had forgotten his snowball. He didn't look scared by my threat.

"It's a pretty dress that you got there, Bella," Billy said when we were inside and I took my coat off. It really was freezing outside. I saw Jacob smiling proudly at his father's words. Only he could be so excited to have bought something that everybody liked.

"Thank you. It's actually a present from Jacob."

"Wow. I didn't know that my son had such good fashion taste." He sounded so serious when he said this that I couldn't help laughing. He joined me rapidly while Jacob glanced at us with a dark look. He didn't seem to appreciate the joke very much.

"Ha ha ha. Careful, old man. I'm the one driving you back, don't forget that."

"Oh, Bella will take me home if you don't want to. Won't you, Bella?"

"Of course I will. But right now, I'm going to feed you. Come on, dinner's ready."

The guys made their way to the living room and I went to the kitchen to get the starters. I was quickly joined by Jacob who came to help me. In the end, he was the one holding the two plates. I only had to walk next to him.

"You keep on making me wag my finger, Jake," I teased him, sliding my arm around his waist for support. "You act like a child every time you have the chance to." And he made that even truer by sticking his tongue out at me.

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I never understood why sports were such a big deal for men. All the men in my family could spend hours in front of a TV watching players running around after a ball. Whether it was a football or a base ball game didn't really matter. A re-run was also good for them. Jacob inherited this from his father but it seemed that Charlie hadn't been as successful as Billy with me. Maybe it had to do with the fact that I was a girl. Yet, every time I came to visit my father when I was younger, I had to watch these games with him. I even had to go to stadiums when Renée was dating, and then was married to, Phil. I just didn't enjoy it. I didn't see the point.

As expected, as soon as we were done eating, Jacob and Billy settled in front of the TV. I didn't mind. It was something they both liked to do. We hadn't eaten dessert yet so, to avoid watching men behaving like savages on a green field, I went to get the pieces of cake ready in the kitchen. Then, if they were so engrossed in the game they wouldn't notice if their food didn't arrive right away. I should have known better.

"Bella, what are you doing in that kitchen?" Jacob shouted from the living room after a few minutes had passed. "You better not be washing those dishes!" I completely froze, my hands still deep in the hot, foamy water in the sink. How did he know? I turned around to make sure that he wasn't in the room with me.

"Of course not!" I shouted back, drying my hands. I guessed I'd just have to watch the game. Maybe I would be lucky and fall asleep.

"Bella! Don't make me come and get you…oh, you're here." Jacob's voice went back to its normal volume when he saw that I was back with them. He also sat down again on the couch, directing his attention towards the screen. I set the tray on the coffee table, mentally congratulating myself for not having broken anything. I gave his plate to Jacob and he took it, barely thanking me. Stupid football.

"I gave you a bigger piece because you're my favorite father-in-law," I said, winking at Billy and I was actually glad that he stopped looking at the screen to thank me with a big smile. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting down next to Jacob. Well, snuggling would be more accurate. I rested my head against his arm, hoping to fall asleep. It didn't happen, though. So I tried to concentrate on the game but I didn't know the rules. It didn't make any sense to me. It was boring.

"Jesus, what are you trying to do in there?" I suddenly exclaimed, startling both Jacob and Billy, after the baby kicked three times in a row against the very same spot. I didn't mind him kicking once in a while but right now, it had been rather painful. "I think he's trying to break through already," I explained.

"Well, try to keep him in there a little bit longer," Jacob replied, tightening his hold on my waist. I was sure that he found it hilarious that the baby kicked so much. According to the doctor

it was a good sign but I would have liked for Jacob to be able to feel the pain, too. He would find it less funny.

Billy also smiled at me before looking back at the TV. It wasn't quick enough for me not to see the expression on his face. I totally abhorred people wanting to feel the baby moving. It was my stomach and nobody would want to touch it if there wasn't someone inside. I didn't see why it should be different just because I was pregnant. It was Christmas, though. And Billy looked like he would like feeling the baby moving. I could make an effort for him.

"Hey, Billy. Would you like to feel your grandkid playing what I believe is soccer?" I asked, standing up from the couch. All of a sudden, the game was all forgotten. Jacob gazed at me in disbelief while his father's face lit up. I knew he wouldn't have asked for it so he must be glad that I suggested it myself. He extended his hand towards me and I was afraid that the baby wasn't going to respond to his touch.

I was wrong. The baby kicked against Billy's hand. Surprisingly, his hand on me wasn't as unpleasant as I thought it would be. It didn't mean that I'd let anybody touch my belly. One exception was enough. It was worth it, too. To see the smile on Billy's face, the way his eyes sparkled, it was worth everything. We stayed like that a whole minute before he withdrew his hand, apparently satisfied.

"I can't wait for him to be born. I bet he's going to love watching football with his grandpas."

"There's no doubt about that," I said, sitting back down, secretly thrilled that Billy also thought that the baby was a boy.

"Thank you, Bells," Jacob whispered in my ear. I knew he referred to the fact that I let someone else, especially his father, feel the baby. It meant a lot to him. In a sense, it felt like I had partially made up for my stupid video game present.

Brace yourself. This is a very long End Note.

1. The book Bella gave Jacob is called Jacques the Fatalist And His Master. It's a French philosophical novel by Diderot and it's really, really good and quite funny, too. Of course, it's always better to read stuff in the language they were written but I looked it up and there is an English translation. I had to write what would be the equivalent of my senior English final on it and I got the highest grade in my class! And for the summary, Bella did a pretty good job in the chapter!

2. There's a link to the dress Jacob bought on my profile page. Go check it out!

3. Last month, I took part in the Support Stacie Auction and won a Jacob/Bella fic. It's quite short and very sweet and was written by an amazing author. There's more information on my profile page. Here's the link to the story: http://www(.)fanfiction(.)net/s/5908761/1/

4. Last chapter, I told you that I was writing a one-shot for a contest. It's now posted on the website. You do have to register to read it but it's really easy to do, exactly the same as registering to Twi'd and I can promise you that the story is rather good. It's quite hot, too. Voting starts next week if I'm correct. Here's the link to the story: http://www(.)twcslibrary(.)com/viewstory(.)php?sid=1655 And here's the link to the contest page: http://www(.)twcslibrary(.)com/modules/challenges/challenges(.)php?chalid=4

5. And now, the "I now you don't care but I'm going to tell you the story of my life anyway" section. As you may remember, back in September, I went to Ireland to spend a year abroad, studying. I just got back in France and I made a slide-show video of my whole year with pretty pictures of Ireland. If you'd like to take a look at it, just PM me.

6. Remember tazz0617? The chapter is dedicated to her. Well, she has an amazing blog where she interviews and recommends lots and lots of fics. As long as the story is good, she will pimp it. She's already talked about the Kangaroo twice and I'm very thankful for this! Here's the link to her blog: http://tazz0617(.)blogspot(.)com

And I don't need to tell you to get rid of the brackets so the links can work :)

Chapter 25: What About Gamma?

"Do you know what we could do? We could look for baby names."

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