"Tell your mom that I'm coming to stay with you soon, Renesmee! I'm so happy for you both. Am I okay to tell Sue?" We were stood on the door step. Chaska was asleep over Jacob's shoulder. We'd been with my grandfather longer than we'd expected. "Of course you can. We told Billy just before we came here. And I'll be sure to tell her. I'll call you Grandpa!" I kissed his cheek and we both waved as we left. We got into the car, Jacob decided to drive home. Grandpa Charlie stood on the doorstep and watched as we drove away. Chaska was snoring happily by the time we got on the one-oh-one. I sighed. "What's wrong?" Jacob said looking over at me. "Just miss Forks that's all. I was thinking Billy should come and stay with us at some point too." Jacob looked back to the road. "I was meaning to talk to you about that." He paused as if to decide how to word something. He opened his mouth several times and closed it again. "Billy wants to come live with us. Rachael and Paul are all settled now, and they don't visit him much even when they only live around the corner. He's decided to move up here until he dies." Pain crossed Jacob's face, until he wiped away a second later. "That's totally reasonable. I miss him! I'm glad he's coming" I smiled reassuringly. He didn't respond for awhile. "Okay, I'm gonna get to the point. Seth and Leah wanna come too. If they come, Sue will come and then so will Charlie. They are practically married these days. And I've said if Seth and Leah come, Embry and Quil can come too. Quil's worried about leaving Claire for long periods of time, so he's going to think about it." He finished, keeping his eyes fixed on the road. Did Jacob think I was so unreasonable that I would deny him his pack, when he'd uprooted with my family, for safety reasons? And Chaska would have his grandfather close. I would have my grandfather, the human I was the closest to beside us, when my children were growing up. "I think that's a brilliant idea. So long as they all don't live with us, we have a family to raise!" I chuckled. Jacob's eyes widened in shock. "You're happy about this? I thought you wanted a fresh start!" He checked my facial expression. "A fresh start away from allegations and suspicions, not the people we love." A huge smile spread across his face.

I fell asleep on the way home. Jacob must have carried me to bed, because I woke up at 3am in my old night dress. Jacob was snoring loudly next me. I chuckled at his cuteness as I got out. I'd never tell him that, he'd call me soft. I peaked around Chaska's door. He was holding his wolf teddy and snoring, much like his father. I watched him thinking of something to do. I hadn't played the piano in awhile. I had inherited my father's musical ability, but I'd stopped playing shortly after Jacob and I got together because I didn't have much time. We didn't have a piano here, but the main house did. I closed Chaska's door silently, and decided to go get dressed. I pulled a baggy top on and a pair of jeans. I was definitely going to need stretcher trousers soon. I pulled a piece of paper from my dresser and scrolled the words, "At my mom and dad's, love you." I left it on my pillow and walked out of the room. I bounded down the stairs and grabbed my car keys. I locked the front door once I was outside and slid into the front seat of the car. It didn't take me two minutes to get to the house. It was probably a little lazy of me, but it was too late… well early. I walked through the front door and closed it behind me. Esme was sewing on the sofa, but no one else was to be seen. "Hello, sweetheart. Why are you here this early? You should be sleeping." Esme welcomed me. I sat beside her for awhile. "I fell asleep on the way back from Forks, so I'm all rested. And I was bored. Where is everyone?" I looked around again double checking that they weren't hiding. Esme smiled at me. We both knew that if they were there I could hear them. After all, my hearing was only slightly less sensitive than a vampires. "Well, Edward, Emmet and Jasper are building the bungalow for Billy. Alice has roped Bella and Rosalie into picking clothes for the baby. And Carlisle's working a night shift at the hospital." She smiled. Alice must have seen that Billy was coming to live with us. "The bungalow's for Billy, right?" I asked. Esme nodded and replied, "Yes that's right. And then Charlie, Sue, Leah and Seth will have a three story house next to Billy's. And Alice can't even see what Embry and Quil will decide. There houses aren't far from ours, enough so we can protect them if anything was to go amiss. And close enough for extra babysitters." She giggled. I hugged her and walked over to my father's grand piano.

My faces grazed along the keys. I wasn't playing anything in particular, I was just playing what I felt. It was a very upbeat piece. I heard Esme set her sewing down. In an instant she was stood behind me, hugging my shoulders. "So much like your father." She sighed. My father had taught me her favourite song. I swiftly transitioned into it. "Oh Nessie!" She cried. She hugged my shoulders tighter, but still light enough not to harm a butterfly. "Grandma, what do you think the baby will be?" I asked. I repeated her song once I'd finished the first recital. "I'm not sure. What do you think it will be?" I smiled. I had been considering it this time round. "A girl. I know Jacob secretly wants a daughter. And this time feels so much different from when I was carrying Chaska. So I think it will be a girl… Do you…" I didn't finish the sentence. I didn't want to cause her any upset. "Did I what, dear?" She asked. I shook my head, but she urged me to continue. "Do you still think about, William?" She smiled. "Don't worry about upsetting me, Renesmee. I like talking about my son, I know that he'll be in a better place. It used to upset me, but I've come to realise that maybe there is such as thing as fate. Maybe it was William's fate to go to God early. They say that God takes the best ones early, for himself. Only the good die young. But yes, I still think about him. Every day. I'd been excited to have him, I'd ran away from my husband to make sure he was safe." She sighed and sat beside me. I continued to play the piano. "How did he die?" I choked. "He was born too early. His lungs hadn't formed properly. I got to hold him before he died. I suspect that it was because of the abuse I suffered early in the pregnancy. My husband was not a nice man. I jumped from the cliff shortly afterwards, hoping to join William. But I got so much more when my eyes opened. I got a man that I did love, and that truly loved me. And I got a beautiful family." She stroked my knee, lovingly. "Is there any reason you wanted to know, dear?" She glanced at my small bump, hidden under the baggy shirt. She was clearly worried that I feared for the baby. "Not particularly. I just didn't really understand what happened. Your story was never really explained to me." She chuckled under her breath. "I think they were worried for me again. Your grandfather's very over protective, and so is Edward." I agreed with that one, my father was very over protective.

After a few hours playing the piano and talking with Esme, the boys returned. It must be sunny today. My father flew beside me and placed his hand on my shoulder. "It's nice to hear you play, Renesmee. It's been far too long." He turned back to the door. I saw from the corners of my eye, that a huge welcoming grin lit his face. Just then my mother's scent hit me. "Welcome home, love. Look who's playing the piano again." He smiled, holding his hand out. She took it and stood beside us. Esme got to her feet and walked back to her sewing. I heard my mother and father kiss, and transitioned into her lullaby. "Bella's lullaby. Beautiful." Carlisle said placing his bag by the door. He kissed Esme's head and sat beside her. "Want to hear something new?" I asked my father. He always loved it when I composed. My passion for music was slowly returning. I'd have to get a piano. "Of course, love." I began playing a new song. It was the upbeat one I began early. It started with thousands of possibilities. It was quite a girly song, in my eyes. "Oh Renesmee! It's beautiful!" My mother said. I smiled at her compliment. "Does it have a name?" I heard Rosalie asked, walking through the door, bags filled her hands. "Luna." I breathed. It was perfect to me. I was unsure why at this moment in time. "I like it. It seems very fitting. It is a lot like the moon, it started off with a thousand possibilities in the beginning, and became a sort of comfort to the Earth in a way. Like a friend. Do I sound crazy?" My mother said. It scared me sometimes how alike me and my mother were. That is exactly what I wanted it to be like. "No Mom. That's kinda how I imagined it." I smiled. I heard my father chuckle. I was so at home. All my worries had seem to have subsided in this small time, just from being near my childhood in away. When everything was simpler, and I didn't have to worry about new leading parties. I guess all I needed really, was to fully get back to my roots so-to-speak, to understand more of who I was a person. Music did that for me. I played with the knowledge that rest of my family would be here soon. I would once again be more hole, surrounded by more of those that I loved.