Nessie's POV

When my eyes open up I am stunned to find that I am back in my old bedroom in Forks, how did I get her? The last thing I remember is being in Italy, packing for the trip. Did I sleep through the trip? The bright sun is beating on my wall, it's sunny? My eyes lids feel heavy so I turn over and slip back into a sleep for a couple more hours. The next time I wake the sun's rays have receded back far away from my window but I am still tired; just a few more minutes. I close my eyes again and sleep a little more.

"Sleepy-head," I hear a familiar voice whisper; Esme. I open my eyes, looking to my right to see my entire family standing there watching me.

"Did something happen?" I whisper, I feel very light headed so I don't move, I just stay still in my bed. The air feels warm. My mom sits down on the bed with me and places her cold hand on my forehead.

"You've been out for a very long time," my father whispers, "its spring now."

At that new information I snap up quickly, sitting. My mom's hand slips from my forehead, "what? What happened?"

"The blood that Aro was feeding you was a poisonous cocktail. Various primates closely related to the human species, a heroine like substance was and also blood from his son, Foxworth," Carlisle explains to me, "it was highly addictive."

"I couldn't tell what exactly the cocktail was when I smelt it," my father says, "but I knew there was venom in there so I assumed it was Foxworth's blood."

"But I still don't understand," I frown and lay back down on the bed because I am still a little sleepy, "why would that make me slip into a freaking coma?"

"The venom," My mom says and returns her hand to my forehead, "I guess Aro didn't take into account that you, being a female, would not produce venom."

"… and therefore also produce the antibodies," I finish her thought, it made sense. "I slept through winter?" I frown, "jeez, what a crack team this family is," I grumble and my family all chuckles.

"I apologize," Carlisle says, "it took a lot of time to develop the antidote and test it on samples of your blood. I just wanted to make sure it was safe."

"Hm," I nod and look around at the vampires staring at me but not moving, "what no hugs?" I ask after a pause and chuckle when I am swarmed by the clan. I am passed from one set of freezing cold arms to another until I am all hugged out and left to lie back down on the bed. "What's happened to… my husband?" I say the word and feel a little sick inside. So much for living in sin.

"He left," my father says walking to the other side of the room and brought me two rings. One was the ring that Fox gave me and the other was the one I put on his finger. They were both broken. He placed the pieces of metal, encrusted with heavy rocks, into my palm.

"He left?" I feel like scratching my head, "where'd he go?" I don't get it, why would he just up and leave? What about Aro's plan. Wait… am I pregnant?

"No," my father answers my thought abruptly, "fortunately you're not. It would appear that Aro's experiment failed. Moments after arriving in America Fox fled," there is an edge to his voice that makes me believe that there might be more to that story but I don't push it.

I take a moment to absorb everything that I am being told. Fox has left me, Aro has backed off and I am not pregnant. That is the second time I've had a pregnancy scare and I've only ever done it twice. Wow, I'm really bad at handling this whole sex thing. Unless there is something wrong with me and I can't ever conceive.

"I didn't know that was important to you," my father whispered to me, the room of observers watched, trying to understand the conversation between my father and my thoughts.

"Oh—not really. Just trying to figure out whether or not it is worth it to continue wasting money at the drug store," I smirk and hear the entire room groan as they catch on to the gist of the conversation.

"On another note," Rosalie said changing the subject, I glance over to my godmother and smile at Emmet who looks still a little irked from my last comment. "Child, what have you done to your hair?"

I frown and am confused by what she is talking about, I run my fingers into my locks and realize that they end near my shoulder. This isn't my hair, is it? I get a flashback, rosewood locks and white cloth fluttering together on the floor. Oh god, my hair! The memory is hazy but it is there! What was I thinking?

"I like it!" Alice says when she must have noticed my panicked face, "very rock and roll… May I style it later?" she asked in her typical bell-like voice.

"I don't think I have much of a choice," I sigh.

"Nessie," I hear a soft familiar voice. I sit up and look over to the window. Jacob. A big grin involuntarily comes to my face at his presence. He looks exhausted, his eyes a little bit sunken in. His hair is longer then I've ever seen it, tangled and unkempt laying on his bar back. He is only wearing a pair of warn out jeans that look light compared to his bronze skin, my eyes study his appearance. It looks like it has been weeks since he has run a brush through his hair. I feel my smile fade away. I wonder if he has been spending too much time in his wolf state because his stance almost looks animal.

"Jacob," my voice sounds concerned but I open up my arms for him regardless. He quickly comes to me, resting down on the bed and laying his head against my chest. I wrap my arms around him and pat his hair. "Is he alright?" I ask my family whose faces also seem concern. Jake's head moves from my chest, down to resting in my lap.

"He hasn't slept a lot," Carlisle says, "two or three hours a day, at the most. He hasn't slept at all since we've tried using the antidote. I tried to slip him a sedative but he wouldn't eat either."

I look down at Jacob and smile when I realize that he is sleeping now, "I guess he's tired," I reply to Carlisle and continue to stroke Jacob's hair, "I don't want to wake him so I'll wait here until he wakes up," I smile up at everyone, they just stare at me, "what?"

"We'll talk about it later," my mom says to everyone and they nod and start to shuffle out, talk about what? Are they keeping secrets? Has something happened while I was asleep?

"Nothing to worry over, Nessie," my father says and comes to the bed, kissing my head.

"Alright," I reply and lay back down; Jacob readjusts himself so his head is now against my abdomen. I carefully brush his hair from his face; I don't want to wake him. I look up and watch as my father is the last to leave the room, almost closing the door then corrects him self and leaves it wide open. I smile and just shake my head.

Jacob sleeps against me for a full 10 hours before finally stirring. After sleeping for the past few months I was not tired at all so I just watched him. His steady breathing made me happy; in his sleep he wrapped his strong muscular arms around my waist and hugged me tightly. I enjoyed the warm embrace which made me feel so safe, even if he was squeezing me a little bit tight.

"Hm, almost thought you were going to sleep longer then I did," I watch as his eyes lids flutter a bit. He looks up at me confused. He must not remember how he got here, he was so tired. I am about to tease him with a good morning—because it is in the middle of the night—when I am attacked by a hungry set of lips against mine'. I close my eyes and go with it and not only because there is no use fighting but because I miss the feeling of his scorching lips on mine'. My heart begins to pound out of control.

"mmm," he pulls away from the kiss with a heavy, ragged breath, "I thought I'd never see you again," he says and swoops down, kissing my neck passionately. My breathing picks up more rapidly.

"I know, I know—don't worry about that ever again. No one can take us apart," I moan a little when his hands begin to misbehave.

"God, I am so happy to see you," he replies and breathes my scent in from my neck, I chuckle because now I can feel just how happy he is to see me.

"Yeah, I can tell," I giggle.

He breaths a very hot sigh in my ear and I swoon, "I'm going to rip your clothing off," his voice is as deep as a growl and I am hot and cold all at the same time. I crush his lips against mine'.

"Time to do your hair," Alice appears from no where. Jacob lets out a wary groan.

"Can that wait?" he asks through his teeth, staying perfectly still. I chuckled and wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his forehead, poor thing, that's the second time this has happened to him.

"Nessie promised me that I could style her hair and that's what I'm going to do!" Alice says and starts to set up her little workshop on my desk. "Come on, it'll only take me 20 minutes."

"Yeah well all I need is 5—get out," Jacob huffs. I laugh and push him off of me, onto the floor and toss him a pillow until he can calm himself. I guess it is on—dad's obviously setting up the ambushes at every twist and turn. So it has come to this. I get up off the bed, a little wobbly and sit down in the chair for Alice. I know his game.

"What am I in for?" I ask Alice as she started running a straitening iron through my hair to straighten my curls. Alice squirts my hair with a little water begins to trim.

"Well, Nessie, from what I can see you didn't do too much damage," she said snipping away, "if you straighten your hair it is actually quite long," she said wheeling my chair in front of the mirror. I've never seen myself with straight hair before, it's different. The length is about halfway down my back. She snips off more, evening things out a little bit. She lifted my hair up onto my head in clips.

"What are you doing?" I ask her and frown; I don't want anything crazy with my hair.

"I'm just adding layers, nothing to worry about," she assures me. Jacob gets off of the floor and sits down on the bed.

"You'll let me know if she does anything crazy, right?" I ask Jacob and he just smiles at me nodding. His grin is wide. "What?" I chuckle at his grin.

"My hair is longer then yours is," he chuckles.

"Yeah, speaking of, when are you going to do something with that hair?" I ask him.

"You don't like my hair?" he frowns and scratches his head.

"Not when it's all matted and not groomed," I reply and feel Alice drop another clip and start to snip another layer, I lift my legs and rest my feet on his lap.

"I'll do his hair!" Alice says getting all excited.

"I'd rather like to keep my ears but thanks," Jacob grins.

"Come on, Alice wouldn't do anything bad to your hair… or ears," I frown and glance in the mirror quickly then smile back at Jacob. Alice releases the final few clips and steps away from her creation.

"My work is complete," she says in a bogus French accent. I step stand up and look in the mirror.

"Nice work, Alice," I smile and hug my tiny aunt then look to Jacob, "are you going to cut your hair or do I have to start looking for a new boyfriend?" I threaten. Jacob stares at me and releases a giant breath that he had been keeping inside of his lungs.

"Fine," he says getting up from his place on the bed and hesitates but eventually has a seat. "I don't want anything too short—not above my shoulders."

"Chop it off," I give Alice the go ahead and she winks at me and starts by grabbing his hair in her hand at the back of his neck and chops it all off, tossing it onto the floor.

"Nessie!" Jacob complains and sighs just letting Alice do her thing.

"Don't be mad at me, it's going to look great," I reply and walk over to my closet and start picking out something for me to wear.

"Are you going somewhere?" Jacob asks turning his head to look at me, Alice forces his head back into the position she needs to cut his hair.

We're going to La Push," I reply to him.

"No you're not," my father is suddenly at the bedroom door and smirks a little at Jacob getting his hair cut then turns a stern face back to me.

"Uh, yes I am," I say and throw an outfit on the bed, "what's it to you, anyways?"

"You're just going over there to have sex," he replies in stern voice, gritting his teeth.

"You know, I love you but the hypocrisy is driving me insane. Sex is bad, sex is a sin—you and mom—and everyone else in this house—are always doing it. F.Y.I, the walls… not so thick."

He clears his throat, "well your mother and I are married."

"So?" I scowl, doesn't make a difference. Jacob and I have already had sex—if we're going to hell, marriage won't save us now.

"How about for my sanity?" my father offers.

"Don't you have to go eat or something?" I ask him, his eyes look a little black.

"Nessie?" I feel Jacob behind me and I turn around, his hair now short to his head. He looks so different, I feel a little spark inside jolt me and I smile running my fingers through his short hair. "Why don't we just get married, then they can stop harassing us and we can have all the loud, obnoxious sex you desire?"

I sigh and drop my hand, "but Jacob…"

"At least this way I will have a legitimate claim on you and no one can take you away from me again," he says giving me his big puppy-eyes. My father smirks triumphantly when I consider it. Shit!

"You two are working together," I glower and cross my arms. "If we do this, we do it my way!"

Alice giggles jumping up and down, "can I help?"

"Everything is done my way!" I point my finger at Alice and she cups her hands around mine nodding obediently.

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