Now remember this is after Breaking Dawn. In the fifth book, Stephenie Meyer decided to go backwards and redo Twilight from Edward's POV. The following story is what i would've liked to see if she continued :)

Jacob's POV

After Jane left, I stood there idly, repeating the same phrase over and over in my head: Now what?

Without even putting any detailed thought into it, I rushed back into the house, slamming the door behind me keenly. I grabbed my jacket, which was lying on the living room floor in a heap. I bent over to pick it up, but I froze when I felt someone staring. My eyes lifted to see Leah, still sitting on the couch patiently, staring at me.

"Who was it?" She asked.

I grew tense. Even if I did tell her, she still wouldn't know who I was talking about. "No one."

I jumped over the back of the couch, my jacket still gripped in my fingers, and sat beside her trying to think of what I was going to say. I loved Leah, but needless to say, I loved Renesmee far more. Her eyes stayed grounded on mine, while I tried to avoid hers; I scanned the room, as if looking for a hint or an answer or any sign of getting out of this uncomfortable situation without Leah tearing me to bits.

"Apparently it was someone." She said after a long while.

"No one." I repeated. Then I added, "No one you would know."

"Oh, so you're being the secretive boyfriend? Now I get it." She reached forward and nonchalantly grabbed another chip from the bowl that still sat before us.

I gulped. "Boyfriend?"

"That's what you were going to tell me, right?" She didn't look at me.

"Um." I cleared my throat. "I was going to tell you that, yes."

"Ok." She giggled, lunging forward. Before I could stop her, her lips were on mine. I tried to push her back but … I didn't want to. I wrapped my hands around her and pulled her closer. I could feel her giggling into my mouth. I liked it so much, I wanted to stay here forever.

"Take your pick. The adorable little toddler who's waiting for her eighteen year old lover or the cute wolf girl who would do practically anything for you? Which one, Jacob Black?" Jane's voice echoed through my brain.

"Stop." I frowned, pushing Leah to the other end of the couch. I scooted as far to the opposite end as possible.

"What?" I didn't look at her, mainly because if I did, I probably wouldn't have been able to look away.

"Leah, I'm sorry." I stood. "I have to go."

"Go where?" She looked at me with a broken expression.

"I-I …" I began, but then stopped. Why does she have to know where I'm going? "Just leave, ok?"

"Jacob, if it has to do with whoever just visited, don't listen to them." She stood also. "This relationship is between you and me. Whoever that was is wrong, alright?"

"No, she's not wrong. She's absolutely right." I reached for my keys, but she grabbed my arm, squeezing it so tightly, it began to sting.

Her eyes searched my face for some kind of emotion, but there was none. "She?"

"Uh, yes … she."

"Care to explain to me what's going on?" She said, her voice rising into hysteria.

"I can't." I grabbed the doorknob and swung it open, practically running to my car. Sometime between now and a couple minutes ago it had started to rain. I got into the Chevy, but before I could shut the door, Leah put her hand in the way. Her slim fingers ran up my arm; she looked on the verge of tears.

"Where are you going?" She asked blankly.

"You need to go home." I sighed.

"No. I need to go with you." She sighed stepping up to get in the car. I don't know what she was thinking, but it looked like she was going to sit on my lap.

Despite how badly I wanted her, I pushed her back down. "No."

"Jacob …" She began, but I drowned her out with the sound of the engine and drove away.

When I looked back into the rearview mirror, Leah hadn't moved an inch. She just stood there absentmindedly, as if she were waiting for something. I continued to look back at her until the oncoming rain had made her image to blurry to make out.

Some part of me wanted to turn around and jump out of the car; some part of me wanted to run up to Leah and pick her up in my arms; some part of me wanted to stand there in the middle of the street and have one of those theatrical moments were a couple kisses passionately in the pouring rain. Nevertheless, the logical part of me knew that Renesmee was waiting, and no matter how much I wanted to love Leah, I longed to love Nessie more.

By the time I got to the Cullens', the rain had transformed into a fatal downpour. I jumped out of the car, the rain instantly soaking me wet. The Cullens must've smelt me coming, because I could see them all standing there staring at me through the glass door. The only people missing were Edward, Bella and Renesmee; the rest of them were staring, their eyes wide, as if I were on fire or something insane like that.

I opened the door myself. All the vampires were too frozen to speak.

"Where is she?" I said finally.

None of them responded. The pixie had assumingly whispered something too discrete for me to hear, because before I knew it, Bella and Edward were in the room. Bella seemed a little more … glowy then usual, a little brighter I guess. I could say the same for Edward, but as soon as they searched me up and down, they braced themselves for more stress.

"Where is she?" I repeated.

"Edward, don't." The pixie frowned. "You need to go back and …"

Edward interrupted her sternly, "Alice."

"I need to speak with Ness-Renesmee now." I protested huskily. "WHERE. IS. SHE?"

"We put her to bed." The blonde spurted out. After she said it, she looked up at the hefty bloodsucker who was embracing her.

"I need to speak with her." I sighed.

"Jacob, maybe it's b-best you leave." Bella's voice cracked in the middle of the sentence. I knew she was only trying to protect me … and her daughter.

I didn't move a muscle.

"Now." Edward emphasized.

What's your deal, Edward? I asked him privately in my thoughts. I thought we'd gotten along.

"I'm sorry, Jacob." He sighed. "But we just …." His voice trailed away.

I backed away a little. Listen, man, I understand what you're going through.

"No you don't." Edward's voice was quiet.

Oh, yeah? I looked at him. Lemme guess. You feel like you can't take anymore misery. You just want all this crap to stop. I do too.

It was kind of funny to watch the rest of the bloodsuckers examine Edward and my conversation; when Edward would talk, their heads would move to look at him, and then when they felt the silence in between Edward's responses, they would stare at me. Their eyes just bounced back and forth between the two of us. I would've laughed but I didn't think laughing was appropriate right now.

Edward just stood there, not replying.

I can't very well go back to the Rez though. I frowned. I think Leah hates me. I ditched her to come down here.

I teasing smile crossed his face. "You sure know how to ruin something, don't you?"

I guess so. I looked at him bluntly. Listen, I just want to talk to her for a couple minutes, nothing major. His smile disappeared. I …

I stopped in mid-thought. Edward looked at me with a confused face, most likely wondering why I'd finished so abruptly.

Ok, so every time I come to the Cullens it smells horrible. But for some reason, today, it smelled extra horrible; which led me to believe they had an extra bloodsucker. "Are you having a party today or something?" I asked, sniffing the air. The smell was relatively far away.

"No." Edward's eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Do you have someone over?" I tried.

"Jacob," Dr. Cullen's voice was gentle but sharp. "There are only the nine of us, as usual."

"Then why do I smell …" I began but everyone stopped when the one who looked like he was in pain stood up straighter.

"I smell a werewolf." The pixie, Alice (I finally remembered her name), sighed looking up at the pained bloodsucker.

Before anyone could stop me, I shot off towards the back door and burst into the woods. I could smell the rest of them following me, Edward was the closest. Mid-run, I morphed into my wolf form, my jean pants ripping off in the process. I knew exactly where the cottage was; Renesmee's smell was so plainly written across the front door.

When I got there, I strode into the cottage, my limited amount of clothing forcing me to remain in wolf form.

Ugh. So this is where Bella lived now … with him. I couldn't bare myself to look, but I didn't have to. I pawed straight to Renesmee's room, going up to the crib in the corner, not taking the time to observe the room like I'd wanted. I lifted my front paws and stood on my hind legs, and peeked into the crib.

She wasn't there.

Edward walked in then, anger on his face. "Get out."

I turned to look at him. Standing on my hind legs, I was taller than him. Where is she? She's not here.

All color (even though there was barely any color there to begin with) drained from his face. "What do you mean she's not here?"

She … I began but I stopped and landed back down on all fours. Edward pushed by me, Bella walking in then. She grabbed my arm and they both broken heartedly stared into the crib.

Bella broke into instant tears, wrapping her arms around Edward completely. Edward just stood there staring for a moment, still trying to comprehend everything that was going on. I lowered my head and stared at the carpeted floor. Before I knew it, Bella had backed away into a wall, and Edward picked up the crib and hurled it towards the window, sending glass shards everywhere. Luckily none hit me, I didn't even have to dodge them.

When I looked up at the doorway, all of the Cullens were standing there, blank emotions on their faces. I looked out the window at the pouring rain that covered the black sky of approaching night, and howled at the top of my lungs. I have to hand it to them; fate sure hated Edward and Bella Cullen.

Oooooo, suspenseful!!!!