(A/N) Happy Twilight DVD release day!! I thought that maybe a new chapter might help while we're all anxiosly awaiting midnight :) Thanks again to everyone for all of the well wishes and reviews. Spring Break starts for me at 11 am so I'm hoping that I'll be able to write more than I normally get a chance to. Without further ado here is a bit of a longer chapter along with a little fluff at the end. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm not that cool.

Chapter 47

Nessie's POV

It had been three days since we'd arrived in Denali, which meant it had been three days since Aunt Rose and I had spoken to one another. I couldn't believe how ridiculous she was being about the whole thing. Did she really think Jacob was that bad? I knew that they were never going to be best friends, but I had thought that deep down, beneath all of the jabs and ridicule they really didn't hate each other as much as they let on. Had I really been so wrong?

"Ness please," Uncle Emmet was practically begging. "I know she can be stubborn and-"

"Pig-headed," I inserted for him, "or childish, perhaps. How about self-absorbed?"

"Okay, okay," he shook his head. "I get it. I don't agree with her Ness, but you've got to know that she's acting the way she is because she loves you and she wants what is best for you."

I sighed. I did know that, which was why I let the whole thing bother me at all. Still, I wasn't willing to give up what I had with Jacob just so she'd feel better. I felt guilty because not only did I dislike the strain between Aunt Rose and me, but I also hated the way it made everyone else feel. Uncle Emmet was catching the worst of it. He might disagree with her, but right or wrong she was his and he would stand behind her. Unfortunately, that had cut him off from Uncle Jasper and Daddy, whom Aunt Rose had labeled as "traitors". Mama, as always, tried to play peacemaker with Grandma and Grandpa, but Aunt Alice had a few choice things to say to Aunt Rose, which apparently hadn't gone over well since they weren't speaking either. Jacob, of course, seemed completely unaffected by the whole thing until he saw how much it was bothering me. I also couldn't help feeling bad for Nahuel. After all that tension with Jacob in Brazil he'd come here to relax and all he got was thrown into more drama. I couldn't help but notice Aunt Rose's eyes follow him whenever we were all in the same room. It had to be uncomfortable for him.

"I know she does," I said. "But look at it from my perspective. If someone were to tell you that Aunt Rose wasn't good enough and you shouldn't be with her, what would you do?"

"Nessie I get that," Uncle Emmet nodded. "I really do. Of course I wouldn't care if someone, even someone I cared about, didn't approve of me and Rose. I'm not even saying that you should let yourself get worked up about it. All I'm asking is that you talk to her. She may be stubborn, but she loves you too much to stay angry forever."

Uncle Emmet really could look pathetic when he tried. He kind of reminded me of those commercials where the little kid is sick and he's watching all of his friends play outside while he's stuck inside. He was killing me.

"Fine," I relented, "I'll talk to her. Again. But I really don't think it's going to do-"

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you," Uncle Emmet interrupted me as he rushed up and gripped me into a fierce bear hug. "Nessie I'll owe you one."

"Can't breathe," I wheezed out. "Need oxygen."

"Oh right," Uncle Emmet grinned as he set me back down, "Have I told you lately that you are my favorite niece?"

"I'm your only niece," I retorted, "but thanks anyway."

I couldn't help but being cheered up a little. He already looked more like himself and less like pathetic-sick-commercial boy.

"I'll find her in a little while," I promised. "I just have a few more things to finish up on Tanya's list."

"Yeah," he nodded, still smiling at me. "I have a few things on my own list. Nessie I can't thank you enough."

I nodded as he started to leave, my cheeks turning a soft pink from all of his praise. Once he was gone I set back to work. Since I'd been here, I'd discovered that Carmen hadn't been kidding about Aunt Rose and Tanya. I knew that it was driving Aunt Alice crazy to take a backseat when it came to party planning, but she was angry with Aunt Rose and was sticking to her guns. Since I hadn't been speaking to Aunt Rose either, Tanya had been the one coming up with little things for me to do. At the moment, I was working on flower arrangements, but I'd almost finished with that. Aunt Alice was going to do a dress fitting with me and then after that I'd be done with my daily duties. I might have actually enjoyed everything if Aunt Rose hadn't been being such a pain. I shook my head. When I got done I'd go and talk to her and hopefully she would listen. I could be very reasonable and compromising, but Jacob was something that I wasn't going to compromise about.

"Renesmee," I looked up to see Nahuel coming toward me, a warm, easy grin on his face, "I've been looking all over for you."

"Well you've found me," I smiled back at him. "What's up?"

I felt a slight twinge of guilt. Since we'd left Brazil I didn't feel like I'd been giving Nahuel the attention that a guest should warrant, however he didn't seem to mind. He thoroughly enjoyed spending time with Aunt Alice and Mama, and it appeared that the feeling was mutual. I had wanted him to fit in with my family so bad and he seemed to be doing so quite effortlessly. I was also glad that the tension between me and Aunt Rose, and her crazy stalker stares, didn't seem to bother him.

"I just wanted to talk to you," he shrugged. "We've both been so busy that we haven't had much of a chance."

"I know," I nodded. "Did you let Huilen know that you arrived?"

"She won't speak to me," he shook his head. "Actually, I'm not sure if it's anger as much as the fact that she's terrified of technology." The cell phone he'd tried to give her hadn't gone over so well. "Nuno let her know that we made it," he paused to laugh lightly, "I'm sure seeing him, what's the phrase you use, "made her day"."

"She doesn't like Nuno?" I inquired, suddenly curious.

"It's like oil and water," Nahuel shook his head. "She thinks Nuno is a bad influence."

Well I certainly could see her point, but Nahuel was 150 years old. Plus, despite his abrasive nature, I actually liked Nuno, and his work was absolutely fantastic. My mind began to wonder and it landed on a question that I couldn't shake.

"Nahuel," I asked hesitantly, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Nahuel nodded, his face completely serious, "ask anything you'd like."

"Nuno," I began slowly, "is he your, you know, your-"

"My boyfriend?" Nahuel supplied, a tiny smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah," I nodded, thankful that he had caught my meaning and didn't seem to be offended.

"No," Nahuel shook his head, "my relationship with Nuno is…complicated."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "More complicated than being the half-vampire imprintee of a shape-shifter that used to be in love with your mother?"

"Okay," Nahuel laughed, "you've got me on the complicated. It's just that things with Nuno have always been hard to define. He's not the type to ever be anyone's boyfriend, but there is a connection there." He shrugged. "He's a sometimes lover, but an always friend."

"You're going to miss him," I stated quietly, realizing for the first time that he might have left more than just Huilen behind. Of course there were his sisters, but Nuno obviously played more of a role in his life than I'd originally thought.

"Yes," Nahuel chuckled. "He can be rude and abrasive, but that's just who he is. I'm going to miss him, but the good thing about vampires is that they have a tendency to stay the way you left them. Anyway, enough about all of that. Tell me what's been going on with your Aunt Rosalie."

"She hates Jacob," I sighed, hating to admit the fact, but unable to deny the truth. "She disapproves of our relationship and she won't listen to reason. I rode from the airport with her, remember? Well we did nothing but fight the whole way here. She's being so stubborn and this is something that I'm not backing down on. We're kind of at an impasse."

Nahuel nodded thoughtfully, "It sounds to me like she's being rather unfair. Shouldn't your happiness come before anything else?"

"I know that she wants what is best for me," I sighed sadly. "The thing is that she's so prejudiced against him that she's blind to how perfect Jacob and I are for one another."

"She's had a few days," Nahuel said, "perhaps she's cooled down. Maybe she'll listen to you now since some of the initial shock has worn off."

"Maybe," I nodded, although I wasn't convinced. "I promised Uncle Emmet that I'd talk to her after I got my stuff done today." A sudden thought ran through my mind, "By the way," I paused, hoping that I wasn't being inappropriate, "would you mind it if I told her about your, um, preference?"

"Does she not know?" Nahuel asked, clearly surprised. "I would have thought that you would have told her."

"I didn't know how you'd feel about that," I told him, which was the absolute truth. It was completely different than when I'd kept his secret from Jacob. "I wanted to ask first."

"Renesmee," Nahuel's voice was gentle, "You have no idea how much I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but I'm not ashamed of who I am. From here on out I give you full permission to tell whoever you want. It's not much of a secret anyway," he laughed softly at the last statement.

"Oh I don't know about that," I shook my head. "I think it might come as a big surprise to Aunt Rose."

"Why do you say that?" Nahuel asked.

"Surely you've noticed the stares," I rolled my eyes. "She thinks that you must have come with us in order to pursue me. You are her golden alternative to Jacob."

"Oh no," Nahuel shook his head, a light smile lingering on his lips.

"I'll explain everything to her. She'll be disappointed, but hopefully after that she'll give up and back off," I shrugged. "If not, that's her problem. Jacob is non-negotiable."

"You amaze me," Nahuel said as he shook his head, "You have already figured out in six short years what it took me almost a century to learn."

"What's that?" I asked, surprised by his statement.

"Never let anyone tell you who you can and cannot love," Nahuel said sincerely.

I thought about that for a moment and realized just how much Nahuel could empathize with me. His Aunt Huilen never had the chance to have children of her own. When she took Nahuel to raise, he had become her son, which was similar to the relationship I shared with Aunt Rose. I was the closest she'd ever come to having a daughter. Nahuel had told me that his aunt didn't approve of his homosexuality and she'd spent a good portion of her long life trying to "cure" him. She didn't approve of the men in his life anymore than Aunt Rose approved of the man in mine. Realizing this caused a wave of sympathy to flood through me, which was closely followed by a wave of relief. Sympathy because I knew how distressing it could be when someone you loved wouldn't let you be who you were, and relief because it was nice to have someone that knew exactly where I was coming from.

"Thank you," I smiled at him, grateful to have been blessed with such a friend. "Jacob makes it pretty easy, though."

"I can imagine," Nahuel replied with a playful grin. "You should probably keep that one."

"I think I just might," I laughed back.

~*~*~*~

"I just don't understand why you have to be the one to approach her," Aunt Alice huffed. "She's the one acting like a total bit-"

"Alice," Grandma cut in before Aunt Alice could finish her thought, "language."

"Sorry," Aunt Alice grumbled as she focused on the pins she was carefully placing around the bottom of the skirt. "But she's being ridiculous."

"I disagree with Rosalie," Grandma Esme nodded, "but I don't think she's trying to be malicious. She wants what is best for Renesmee, although I don't see how anyone couldn't adore Jacob. He's such a sweetheart."

Aunt Alice and I secretly rolled our eyes at one another as we stifled our giggles. Grandma Esme could be somewhat biased when it came to Jacob.

"Has anyone seen Jacob lately?" I asked, trying to sound casual. I hadn't seen him since breakfast and I'm getting kind of antsy.

"Tanya had him and Jasper setting up an archway," Aunt Alice told me. "Then Garrett and Edward got involved so you can imagine how much work they've gotten done. Poor Emmet looked pitiful having to sit back and watch. The last time I saw them they had snuck off and were playing that bowling game on the Wii. You know how Jacob gets when Garrett is around."

I laughed and nodded at her because I did know. Anytime our group connected up with our Denali brethren Jacob and Garrett tended to fall into the same old competitive pattern, trying to vie for Uncle Jasper's attention. At the moment, Wii Sports seemed to be their chosen method of combat. It was usually cute for about a day, but then it started to get annoying.

"There," Aunt Alice beamed up at me triumphantly. "I'll just have to finish hemming the bottom and it will be perfect. What do you think Esme?"

"It's absolutely lovely," she said sincerely. I knew that Grandma Esme would have said that if I'd been wearing a potato sack, but she wouldn't have meant it any less. "That color is quite stunning."

I gently ran my hands over the pale blue satin around my waist. I looked at myself in the full length mirror and I couldn't help smiling. The last time I'd gone to the wedding I'd been a little girl. This time, however, was different. I wouldn't have to fantasize about what it would be like when Jacob looked at me and saw a woman because the time had finally come. How could anything bad happen when I was able to kiss and touch him, and know that everything I was feeling he was feeling to?

"Thank you," I smiled up at my aunt and grandmother. "Are we about finished?"

"That anxious to go see Rose, huh?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

I couldn't help the groan that escaped. While I'd been basking in the glow of young love I'd forgotten that there was a slight thorn in its side.

"I might as well get it over with," I sighed. "I'm sure it won't help, but I promised Uncle Em I'd try so I'm going to."

"Renesmee," Grandma came and put a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Rosalie can be stubborn, but you are too important to her for her to let this come between the two of you. I can see how much this is tearing her up, although she'd never admit it. Try and keep that in mind."

I nodded at Grandma Esme and silently vowed that I would do my best to try and remain as calm with Aunt Rose as possible. With one last look in the mirror, I took a step down and let Aunt Alice help me out of the dress. Grandma Esme hugged me for a moment before excusing herself. I waited until Aunt Alice had packed the dress away and come back to stand beside me. With a sympathetic look she wrapped her tiny arms around me.

"Rose isn't as tough as she looks," Aunt Alice said quietly. "I'm sure everything is going to be just fine."

"Thanks," I nodded and even managed a small smile as I let her go.

With one last deep breath I turned and walked out of the room, determined to make Aunt Rose see my perspective.

~*~*~*~*~

"Come in," Aunt Rose called as I lightly tapped on kitchen frame.

I didn't say anything as I slid inside. She was hunched over a beautiful cake, which looked like it belonged in a Bridal Magazine. When I her face I immediately felt a pang of guilt in my stomach. She was beautiful of course, distraught or not she was still Aunt Rose, but it was clear to see that her usual sparkle had dimmed considerably. I knew that it was impossible for her to physically be tired, but at the moment that's exactly how she looked: tired and sad. She didn't look surprised at all when she looked up and saw me standing across the room.

"Hello," she greeted me, her voice tight.

"Hi," I replied weakly, unsure of what to say.

"Did you need something?" She asked and I couldn't quite read her tone.

I took a deep, cleansing breath and searched for the words to begin the conversation.

"It's been three days," I said gently. "Are you going to stay mad at me forever?"

"I'm not mad at you," she replied, an extra emphasis on the 'you'.

"You shouldn't be mad at anyone," I told her, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible. "There isn't anything to be angry about."

"I'm not so sure about that," she replied as she set her piping tool down.

"I don't understand," I shook my head. "I just don't understand why this bothers you so much when you can see that he makes me happy."

She didn't say anything for a moment as she looked down at the counter. I was starting to think that she wasn't going to say anything else at all and that our conversation had come to an end, but she finally gathered her thoughts and looked up at me.

"You know how I became what I am," she said softly.

Her statement took me by surprise, but I was able to recover and nod to respond.

"I was engaged and I really thought that he loved me," her voice was distant, lost somewhere in the past.

For a horrifying moment I thought that she was going to compare Jacob to her sick and twisted ex-fiancée, but thankfully she continued her story before my horror could shift to rage.

"I should have died on that street," Aunt Rose continued, "but Carlisle saved me. He did the only thing for me that he thought possible. My whole existence changed with that decision and I didn't even have a hand in making it. I could never hold it against Carlisle, but you don't know how often I have wished that I could have made my own choice, a different choice."

I'd never heard Aunt Rose speak like this and it frightened me. I knew how much it bothered her that she couldn't have children of her own, but would she really have preferred death over the life that she had? Was it really so bad for her?

"Don't say that Aunt Rose," I pleaded with her. "What would Uncle Em do without you? Not just Uncle Em, but any of us."

"You know Emmet was the only thing that made this existence bearable for me for a long time," Aunt Rose sighed, "but even then I couldn't quite get passed the feeling like something was missing." She paused and a small smile crept onto her lips, "Then you came along and everything changed. I didn't feel like I was missing anything anymore because I had you. I might not have given birth to you, but I couldn't love you anymore if I had. I love you, Renesmee."

I felt tears stinging my eyes, but I fought them back. As moved as I was, I simply couldn't compromise when it was about Jacob.

"I love you too, Aunt Rose," I replied, my voice saturated with sincerity, "but as much as I love you I can't give you what you want. Jacob means too much to me."

She closed her eyes for a moment before she spoke again.

"As much as I despise that mu- Jacob," she corrected herself, "it's not just the fact that it's him that's bothering me."

"What do you mean?" I asked, not sure that I was following her.

"You never had a choice," she shrugged at me. "You were born, he imprinted, and that was that. You were going to grow up, be his, and there wasn't anything anyone could do about it. The imprinting thing has bothered me for a long time, but I've always hoped that maybe it would be different for you. If you'd chosen Jacob all on your own I might not have liked it, but you never even had the chance, which makes me hate it and him even more."

I felt the weight of realization hit me full force. Jacob wasn't the problem for her, or not the biggest one at least, imprinting was. She was equating Jacob imprinting on me to Grandpa turning her into a vampire. I was at a complete loss for words. How could I make her see that they weren't the same thing? She might have thought of her vampiric existence as a curse, but Jacob imprinting on me was probably the greatest blessing of my life.

"If I could choose," I said slowly, trying to word it right, "I would choose him."

"You don't know that," she shook her head vehemently. "You've never even let yourself consider someone else. That was why I was trying to get you to at least consider Nahuel-"

"Aunt Rose," I cut her off, "there's something you need to know about Nahuel."

"What do you mean?" She eyed me suspiciously.

"Nahuel is gay," I sighed. "Even if there were no Jacob he wouldn't be interested in me. I'm just not his type."

"Gay" she repeated the word, as though it were a foreign word that she were trying to make sense of. "Nahuel is gay."

"Yes," I nodded firmly. "Nahuel is gay."

"No," she shook her head, "he came all of this way. There must be-"

"He's gay," I repeated, a little more firmly than before. "He came with us because he wanted to meet new people and experience new things, and" I hesitated for a moment, "and to get away from an aunt that won't accept him for who he is."

That seemed to catch her attention as she looked up at me in surprises.

"His Aunt Huilen?" Aunt Rose asked. "He's trying to get away from her?"

"In a way I think so," I nodded. "She's never been able to deal with the whole gay thing. She's tried everything to "fix" him. She pinned all of her hopes on me, that somehow I'd be his cure, but the truth that she can't accept is that he doesn't need a 'cure'. It's just a part of who he is, just like Jacob is a part of who I am. I love you Aunt Rose and I don't ever want to get to the point where I feel like I have to get away from you. I need you to let this thing with Jacob go, please, for me."

Aunt Rose was quiet for a few moments and I hoped that she was thinking about what I'd said. Maybe, just maybe, my words were sinking in.

"Okay," she sighed, "I hate it, but okay. If you insist on being with that dog then I won't stand in your way and I won't keep fighting with you, pushing you away. I'm sure Fido would just love that. I just hope that being with him isn't something that you will come to regret."

"Aunt Rose!" I exclaimed as I threw myself at her, wrapping my arms tightly around her neck. "Thank you so much. I know you don't like him, but Jacob is so good to me and I promise I'll never regret being with him."

"He'd better be good to you," she replied as she hugged me back. "And if he does make you regret being with him," she paused and I could practically hear the wicked grin spreading across her face, "I'll make him regret birth."

It wasn't exactly a blessing, but I was sure that this was as close as I was going to get. I smiled to myself, relief flooding my body that everything seemed to finally be going right.

~*~*~*~*~

Jacob's POV

I couldn't keep the smirk off my face as I watched the virtual green ball smash into the pins on the screen.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "That would be another strike for Jacob!"

"Arrogant little snot," Garrett mumbled. "It's not like this is an actual skill."

"Don't be jealous," I shot back, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice.

As far as non-Cullen vampires went Garrett wasn't so bad, but there was just something about him that I didn't like. For one, he treated me like I was an insignificant child, which really pissed me off. For another, the guy always wanted to sit around and tell us about the good old days when powdered wigs were in fashion and muskets were the ultimate weapon. Nessie had this ludicrous theory that my distaste for him stemmed from jealousy over Jazz, or some crap like that, but it couldn't be farther from the truth. I mean, Jazz was my boy, and when Garrett was around we didn't get to hang out and talk like we normally did, but it didn't really bother me. When we made our way back to La Push I spent time with Quil, Embry, Seth, and all of m other friends from the Rez. It wasn't like we had to spend every waking moment together. Seriously.

"There's something about this game," Edward said as he set up into position, "that is very humanizing. It's interesting. Dang it!" He screeched as the golden ball dropped off into the gutter.

I couldn't help smiling. Perfect Edward had discovered something that he wasn't spectacular at and he wasn't taking it very well.

"If I weren't already dead you'd be killing me," Jasper groaned. "Come on Edward, have some pride."

Edward shot me and Jazz death glares as a chuckle escaped my lips. Temper, temper. Suddenly, I remembered something I'd been saving up for a long time for a moment such as this.

"He's cute when he's angry," I said as I turned to Jazz who absolutely lost it. He reached out for a well deserved fist bump.

"That's cute Jacob," Edward grumbled. "Real cute."

"Hey," Nessie's familiar voice sang in my ears, "What's going on up here? You guys sound like you're having fun."

"Jacob is being insufferable," Edward answered her bitterly from the couch.

"They're just mad because I'm awesome," I grinned up at her. "It happens a lot."

"More and more irritating by the minute," Garrett's voice was low, but it was clear.

I was about to respond, but I caught Nessie's eye and immediately noticed something different. The weariness of the past few days seemed to have lifted and the sparkle was back, which meant one thing: she'd made up with Blondie. I would never tell Nessie how much that blonde demon pissed me off over the way she'd acted toward her, and more than once I'd thought about wiping that constant nasty look off her face. Like I'd told Nessie, I couldn't fault her for wanting what was best for her niece, but I could blame her for making said niece miserable.

Nessie shifted her head slightly and I knew that she was wanting to talk to me. That was all it took and my game was over.

"You're leaving?" Jasper asked, completely incredulous. "You're leaving us all uneven."

"Uncle Emmet might want to play," Nessie suggested. "I talked to Aunt Rose and I think he might be off of lockdown for the time being. He's been downstairs looking like a sad little kid all day. I'm sure it would make him feel better."

"Yeah," Jasper nodded, seemingly appeased. "Poor Em has been stuck on the sidelines all week."

Without another word Nessie led me out of the room as Garrett took off to retrieve Emmet. We went up to her room and I sat on the little couch as she shut the door. I expected her to launch into her tale of what had been said in her discussion with Blondie, but she surprised me by practically flying across the room and onto my lap.

"Holy crap," I gasped from the impact. "Woman be careful, you pack a punch."

"Shut up," she giggled as she pulled her face to mine, making me instantly forget the hit I'd just taken.

Her soft mouth was warm and inviting, and her scent had me completely intoxicated. Kissing her was still so new, but at the same time I felt so comfortable that it was hard to believe that there had ever been a time that I hadn't known what it was like to press my lips to hers. I felt her tiny hands move to the nape of my neck where they began to wind themselves around my hair. I returned the action in kind as I delved my big hands into her silky curls. I lightly caught her bottom lip between my teeth and licked it lightly with my tongue, which caused a beautiful moan to escape in my mouth. I knew that moan would haunt me later, but that wasn't the real problem. I knew that moan was dangerous, which was why I had to force myself to pull back, however distasteful the thought of it was to me. She was slightly dazed, her eyes still closed, when I gently pulled back. It took her a moment to regain her composure and open her eyes. When she finally did she jutted out her bottom lip into an adorable pout and raised her eyebrows in frustration.

"Hey," I laughed, trying to lighten the mood, "It's your fault. You had to start making your noises."

"I thought you liked my noises," she flashed me a wicked grin as she leaned in to kiss my collar bone.

"That's the problem," my voice came out deep and raspy. "I like it more than I should, just like I like that more than I should."

"Prude," she giggled as she pulled back.

"One of us has to be," I teased, "and it obviously isn't going to be you."

"Well," she shrugged, "at least you know that."

"What's all of this about anyway?" I asked, hoping that she wouldn't take it the wrong way. Thankfully, she didn't.

"It's just been a long day," she shook her head at me, smiling. This girl was seriously going to be my undoing. "I just felt like I needed a little JLT."

"Isn't it TLC?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "I've never heard of JLT."

"That's because it's my own personal version of TLC," she grinned at me.

"Which would stand for?" I asked.

"Jacob lovin' time," she laughed and I couldn't help but smile.

That settled it. Renesmee Carlie Cullen either going to end up getting me killed or driving me insane, and I couldn't even bring myself to mind.