A/N: Not a lot of views on the last chapter, so maybe it was too long? Do you like long chapters, or short? In the last chapter I thought it was important to write in that smut scene, so the imprint bond could have it's chance to showcase what it means. Jacob can't deny her, no matter what!

Let me know what you think of this plot so far! I like the story, but may go back and alter a few things. Cheers! xx

Chapter Sixteen – One Glance

but you know they're not watching me
but you know they're not what you think
but you know they're not what you see
Its a different world outside

-hippie sabotage, able to see me

"Jacob." I gasped, and looked down at the sudsy water that had begun to stain red, swirling though the bath.

Jacob stood up swiftly, and looked around the room with a panicked grimace. "Nessie –" He grabbed a towel and held it out for me.

I blushed deeply, and covered my face with my hands. "I can't believe this just happened." I mumbled between my fingers.

He laughed awkwardly, "I mean – it's good news, though. Yeah?"

I peered at him through my hands, and noticed he was wearing a shit eating grin.

I groaned when I felt my stomach clench and cramp. "Okay – uh yeah. Can you give me . . . a second?" I questioned with a wince.

His russet cheeks turned pink as he set the towel down, "Ness – I have two sisters. I'm not squeamish or anything. Just let me know if you need me, okay?"

I nodded and he strode out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

I can't believe I started my period right in front of my werewolf boyfriend, in a freaking bathtub no less.

I held my breath as I thought about what this meant. We would have to assume this meant I was probably fertile, given Nahuel's stories of his sisters and the evidence being Emilian's life. This is something the Volturi definitely would be interested in; something they'd want to know. My period starting could mean they'd come back for me, but how would they know if we didn't tell them? Only hours ago I was barren to them, and now everything had changed . . . but this could remain a secret. Deception to the Volturi carried a death warrant, but I would risk it. I wouldn't be some creepy vampire maiden to them. I wanted to give my body to Jacob.

I blinked in disbelief at my subconscious thoughts. Jacob and I had only given into our feelings to a little over 48 hours ago . . . and I was ready to jump him and scream 'put a baby in me!'. That was seriously crazy . . . right? I knew of the 'honeymoon' phase in relationships; Hell - I exist because of it! So, was this just my hormones speaking or did I really want to carry Jacob's child?

I touched my belly under the water, and felt its smooth, flat surface. One day, Jacob's baby could be there. Not the Volturi's. I knew for a fact I didn't want to be a creepy vampire baby incubator. I was able to decipher I was anti-incubator but all for being the mother of mini Jacobs.

I stifed a giggle, and slapped my hand over my grinning face. It's not like Jacob could see me smiling, or hear my thoughts.

I stood up swiftly out of shock. Oh, God. Dad was probably having a fucking aneurysm right now if mom hadn't shielded me – how could I have let myself get this far into a fantasy when he was probably hearing everything!

I lifted the drain and stepped out of the tub, I dashed over to the shower and turned it on, stepping beneath the spray and rinsing any blood off that had run down my legs. I whimpered to myself, knowing my family probably could all smell this happening to me. Which might I add . . . completely and totally mortifying. Hybrid evolution be damned; why couldn't I be normal? I have to deal with this for eternity!

The only upside to this situation was . . . well, the thought of being pregnant with Jacob's baby. I couldn't get that out of my head. A tiny mini Jacob baby, growing its life within a womb my body creates for it. This idea was amazing, and filled my heart with warmth. It also freaked me out, though. Knowing if the Volturi ever found out . . . no. I won't let them. Screw the Volturi . . . They wouldn't get to take this away from us.

I would only ever have Jacob's children. No one else would touch me. I only ever wanted Jacob to have me, to see me, to love me.

Damn it. Stop thinking so much.

I blushed immediately, but couldn't stop thinking about it even when I began to recite every lyric to Backstreet Boy's songs that I could remember. The boulder began to tumble, spiraling my erratic thoughts out of control. A baby would mean sex. With Jacob. After his hands had done what they did earlier.

I am so glad it didn't start during that.

"Now, that would have been truly mortifying." I mumbled to myself, letting my mouth fill with water.

"You say something, Ness?" Jacob called from behind the closed door.

I choked on the water, and spit it out obnoxiously. "Uh – no, Jake! Just . . . thinking out loud." I admitted bashfully.

I cut the water off and stepped out, carefully wrapping myself in a towel and running over to my vanity. Okay. So, tampon . . . or pad? My mother had taught me how to use both, in preparation for this day.

Definitely tampon. Couldn't risk my family going into a damn frenzy over period blood.

Ew, Renesmee.

I managed to insert it, and wiggled around in place. God, this felt weird. Human girls seriously have done this for years? Why haven't they figured out anything better?

I sighed to myself, and wrapped myself up again. I bit my lip and pulled open the door, seeing Jacob sit patiently on the edge of my bed, holding his hands together in his lap. He looked up and stood immediately when he saw me.

"Uh – I –" He stammered, his eyes racking up and down my scantily towel clad body.

I rolled my eyes, and walked past him to my closet, closing it slightly behind me. I left it cracked, simply because I was in the mood to torment Jacob with the possibility of seeing me naked for .2 second before I put clothing on. If I had to agonize internally about having sex with him, he could agonize over me getting dressed. I dropped the towel and dug around for a pair of cotton panties, and pulled them on before grabbing my black pajama shorts and a thin t shirt. I never wore a bra to bed, so I wasn't going to pretend I did just because Jacob was here. I bit my lip and looked down, hoping he would be okay with my sleep wear.

I popped my head out of the cracked door to see Jacob staring at the floor.

"Fighting temptation, are we?" I teased, and bounced my way over to him, flicking off my bedroom lights in the process so the only light in the room came from the moon pouring onto the floor. I flopped onto my bed behind him and sprawled out, but it was a king sized bed so there was still a ton of room. Room I would sacrifice for one hot werewolf.

Jacobs head swiveled around and he took in what I was wearing. He blinked a few times, then opened his mouth only to snap it shut.

"What?" I questioned with a raised brow.

He shook his head. "I will say it again, like always, you are trouble."

I grinned and sat up, grabbing his arm and pulling him down on the bed next to me. "Jacob." I breathed. "You'll stay with me tonight, right?"

Jacob looked surprised, but happy. "Of course, Nessie. Edward might explode but if you need me, I'm here."

I bit my lip and looked at him under my lashes. "I need you."

He fought the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. "Come here." He murmured and started pulling at the sheets under us. I wiggled under them with him, and scooted back against his chest and thighs. His arms wrapped around me, pressing his hips flush against my butt. I blushed at the contact, but felt the fabric of his jeans and frowned.

"Jacob, you don't have to wear those to bed." I mumbled, and shifted around so I was facing him. I let my hands dip under the covers and tugged at them. "It's alright. I promise."

He stared at me hard, "If we leave your room, you might have to defend my life."

I laughed, "Jacob, take off the stupid jeans. No one sleeps in jeans."

He sighed and nodded, letting me unbutton and unzip them for him before he slid them off and kicked them out from under the blankets.

I smiled in triumph and turned back around, resuming our previous, somewhat compromising position. I backed into him a bit aggressively, and tried not to gasp when I felt him beneath my butt. He groaned into my hair, and his dick twitched against me.

"Jacob Black." I muttered with a 'tsk, tsk' sound. He laughed and hugged me tighter against him.

"Nessie, go to sleep." He mumbled.

I bit my lip and shook my head 'no'. "I'm sorry that it happened when you were right there. I'm kind of embarrassed." I admitted.

He kissed the back of my head. "S'nothing to be embarrassed about, baby."

I sighed, "It also scares me. I'm glad it happened when it did . . . even if it meant you being right there. It means that they don't know, and hopefully won't ever."

He tensed, "Nessie, we won't let them find out."

Our breathing and beating hearts filled the silent room for a moment, mine fluttering faster than usual.

"We?"

He pulled me around to face him, his brown eyes wide as they looked into mine. "I . . . I talked to Sam. I phased after you passed out. I was so angry they did that to you . . . I tried to go after them but Emmett, Jasper and Seth stopped me. Sam was phased at the time, and saw everything. We . . . we think it'd be best if I resumed my Alpha status for the whole pack. So we can come together and protect you, Nessie. Back home in La Push."

I blinked a few times, "Like, leave?" I asked, dumbfounded.

He nodded slowly, "Just us, and Seth."

I furrowed my brows, trying to wrap my mind around what he was saying. "Leave without my family? I can't do that."

"Nessie." Jacob growled, the Alpha resonating through his tone.

I huffed and sat up in bed, staring down at him. He propped his torso up with his elbows, staring back at me harder. I felt a shiver go down my spine, this was his version of my 'look'.

"Jacob – what about your job, and Seth going to school . . ."

He looked up at the ceiling and back to me, half rolling his eyes. "You know damn well those are not important questions right now."

"Okay, but why would I be safe there and not with my family?"

Jacob raised his eyebrows, "Are you really questioning my ability to keep you safe when the whole reason I exist is to protect you from bloodsuckers like King Dracula? Nessie, I hate saying this but I was built to kill vampires."

"Would it be forever?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes.

He pursed his lips, "I don't know."

I shifted my gaze away from him and fiddled with my blankets. "Could they visit?"

"Not on the reservation." He declared softly.

I wrinkled my nose and looked at him briefly. "Why not there?"

Jacob inhaled deeply and scrubbed his face. "Carlisle made a treaty with my great grandfather Ephraim Black; our last Chief and Alpha. The treaty created a line, one your family can't cross. It's why I got so angry at your party with Sue. She thought because you're technically a Cullen, the elders wouldn't allow you to come onto the Rez. But, I talked to Sam and he's agreed to talk to the Elders on one condition."

I motioned my hand in a rolling movement, signaling him to keep talking.

"We get married."

I gasped and my hand flew over my mouth to cover it. "What?"

He gave me a weak smile, "So, you're not a Cullen anymore. You'd be . . . my wife. A Black."

A blush crept onto my face, and I couldn't help but grin. The idea of leaving my family was painful but thinking about marrying Jacob made it hurt less.

"Your wife." I repeated. "H - have you talked to my family?"

He shook his head 'no'. "Bella is shielding us. She promised to do it so we could have privacy until the morning. I've been thinking it over all evening while you slept." He confessed.

I internally sighed with relief. That meant dad didn't hear any of my baby-making-with-Jacob thoughts . . . thank the stars.

I pursed my lips and played with my fingers, "Where are they now?"

"Checking the forests. Making sure they didn't loop back. Edward was having trouble listening to your thoughts anyways when you first passed out; he was the first to leave. He's been pacing outside a few miles away for hours now." Jacob confessed, his face fell. "I know how he feels, after seeing what you showed me."

I shuddered; I loved my family but I was glad they weren't here right now. Aro had left a burning fear of their cold hands in my mind, one I wasn't going to just move on from that quickly.

"So, we get married then? And . . . move in together in La Push." I pieced together out loud.

He nodded, "I can't make you do that, though. Only if you want to."

I bit my lip and looked at him, "I feel guilty . . . because I do want to. I would leave my family, my life . . . to be yours. To be safe with you. Does that make me a bad person?"

Jacob's eyes widened and he sat up, pulling me down to his chest. "No, Nessie. Not at all."

"Jacob, does any of this scare you? At all? We met a month ago, and fell in love so quickly . . . then I start my period and it's set to change our entire lives. It's all so abnormal." I mumbled against the bare skin of his neck.

He sighed in content, running his nose over the top of my head. "Meeting you and knowing you has been the most exhilarating and amazing thing I've ever experienced. I wouldn't change this for the world. In all honesty though . . . it made me excited."

I furrowed my brows and snuggled into him more. "My period excited you?" I snorted.

He sighed into my hair, "The thought that maybe you can . . . have my baby . . . because of this. I don't know. It sounds so primal." He said with a nervous chuckle.

"I thought the same thing, at first." I confessed, staring at the wall resisting the urge to look up and kiss him.

He shifted, and lifted my chin up with his fingers regardless. His dark eyes captivated me in the moonlit room. "Really?"

I bit my lip and nodded silently. "After declaring to myself no one else would get to have privileges to my womb except you." I joked. Jacob didn't say anything, he just grinned.

"I love you, Nessie. So much. More every second." He told me happily.

I leaned in and gave him a soft, short kiss. "I love you, Jacob. I would love to give you that. I would love to be pregnant . . . with your baby. It makes me feel so good inside to think about. Is that crazy? I feel like this is all so insane."

He laughed, "No and yes. But, it feels right."

I pursed my lips, "Do you think it's because of the imprint bond? That really our bond is just because we'd make good babies?" I half joked, my tone dancing with seriousness.

He frowned and shook his head. "No, Nessie. I think the bond is just to bring us together, and everything after is just because of us. Because we love each other."

I nodded slowly, "When would you . . . want . . . a baby?" I asked, curiously.

"After we get married." He stated without skipping a beat. "I'm a traditional man." He winked.

"When can we get married, then?" I impatiently asked.

He chuckled, and pulled me against his chest. "Honey, one thing at a time. Okay?"

I giggled into his chest, and closed my eyes. Letting the exhaustion take over . . .

I inhaled deeply, smelling my favorite person right next to me. I sleepily opened my eyes and took in how beautiful Jacob's russet skin looked in the morning light. I skimmed his sharp jawline with kisses and nuzzled his high set cheekbones with the tip of my nose.

He stirred and breathed in deeply, while cracking one eye open at me.

"Morning, baby." He mumbled, his voice deep and groggy with sleep.

I loved when he called me that, but I loved it even more when it was the first thing he said to me in the morning. It felt so intimate, and I knew I never wanted to wake up alone ever again.

"Good morning, Jake." I mused, freeing my hand from under the covers and running my fingers through his silky black hair. I pushed it away from his face and it sprawled over the pillow.

"Nightmares?" He questioned, and I shook my head 'no' with a lazy smile.

"No, I slept amazing. Better than I ever have." I replied with a blush. He smirked and kissed my cheek, dragging his lips down my face until they were at the corner of my mouth.

"Can I have a kiss?" He asked, and licked his lips as they hovered over mine.

I hastily closed the distance and parted my lips against his, moving rhythmically with one another.

Our kiss ended abruptly when there was a sharp knock on my bedroom door.

"Renesmee?" My mother called softly behind it, jiggling the locked knob. When did I do that?

Jacob and I both blushed, and crawled off one another. I threw him his pants, and also his shirt that somehow managed to come off too during the night.

"Hold on!" I told her, scrambling off the bed and falling onto the carpeted floor with a thump. I shot up to my feet, and flashed Jacob a look before going to open the door. Half-vampire or not I still inherited some of my mothers clumsiness.

I pulled it open quickly, and grinned at my mother who was giving me the most disapproving look.

"You better put some more clothes on before your dad truly does kill Jacob." She mumbled, and walked past me into the bedroom. "Jeeze, Jake. You too."

I turned and noticed Jacob still sitting in my bed, holding his clothes with a sheepish look on his face. "Er – uh – okay." He mumbled, pulling his jeans on under the safety of my covers. He jumped off the bed to stand up next to me, bringing his shirt on over his head as he moved.

Momma sat on my bed and stared at us, looking between us back and forth with a narrow gaze.

"You can relax, Jacob." She announced with a snort. "I won't eat you."

I looked up to see Jacob's eyes wide in his skull, looking like he was waiting for her to strike him. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a sweatshirt from my closet before sitting myself down on the bed next to her, and leaned into her open arms. She had been kind and understanding to my feelings for Jacob since day one when I confessed I thought he was amazing and I had a crush, so it was nice that she wasn't making a big deal out of Jacob casually lounging in my bed half naked. I had a feeling her and dad had been in a similar position while she was human.

"So . . ." I began, feeling awkward that Jake was standing right there. "It came." I finally said after a long pause.

"I know."

Of course she does.

"What does that mean . . . since yesterday . . ." I continued in broken sentences, not knowing how to bring up what Jacob and I tentatively planed.

I watched her grimace, and she bit her stone lip. "We don't know if they'll ever find out. Alice is having trouble seeing."

I frowned; I knew it was hard to see my future, but even more difficult with Jacob around now. Especially if we did leave together.

"Can she see if they come back?"

Mom sighed, and crossed her ankles. She looked down at her hands then back to me. "Renesmee, I wish I had answers. I know how confused you are."

I stood up, feeling completely restless. I let myself fall into Jacob again, finding it easier this way. He wrapped his arms around me tenderly, resting his chin on top of my head. "Jacob helped me." I mumbled, my cheeks turning pink.

She raised her eyebrows, "I'm thankful he could be there for you when you didn't need us." She stated, her voice remaining constant regardless of the strained look she held in her stone features. "I'm not . . . pleased with what I walked in on. You two need to be a bit more conspicuous when I'm not shielding you." She announced with a stern glare, but her face broke into a smirk.

"Sorry, momma." I mumbled with flushed cheeks.

"I know you're not my little girl anymore, and I'm trying my best to accept it. We just had such a short amount of time . . . letting you go seems impossible. All we wanted was to comfort you last night and knowing we couldn't was difficult to process." She admitted to the still air, not particularly speaking to me.

I broke away from Jacob and sat next to my mother again. "I'll always be your girl, though. You gave me the best childhood a half-vampire could ask for." I kissed her cheek. "I didn't mean to upset you or Dad. It's just . . . what they did . . . really worked me up." I mumbled, not wanting to really discuss it further.

Daddy glided into my room just then, and glared at Jacob before crouching down in front of me.

He took my hands and brought them to his lips. "Renesmee, we were never upset with you. We just wanted to be there for you, but we understand. Yesterday was traumatic, for all of us."

I nodded and pushed the tears away that flooded my eyes. "Did you . . . see?"

He nodded shortly and inhaled sharply through his nose. "I saw in Aro's mind what would happen if we pulled you away. Renesmee, we could have lost you. I'm so sorry, doll. I'm sorry we couldn't keep you safe. I'm sorry he was stronger than us." Dad apologized, anguish rolling over his features in waves.

"I tried to shield you but it wouldn't penetrate." Mom whispered, staring into my eyes like she was about to break down.

I looked up to see the rest of my family, and Nahuel standing throughout my room behind Jacob, who stood with crossed arms staring down at my parents.

I looked at Jacob pleadingly, and he was next to me instantly. My family surrounding me was beginning to overwhelm me, and I wanted nothing more than for my personal sun to comfort me I pulled my hands away from my dads and collapsed into Jacob's arms, letting myself silently cry into his chest. I saw the flinch on my parents faces as I rejected them for Jacob. I couldn't help it, though. Their cold touch only reminded me of what it felt like inside my mind.

Nahuel cleared his throat, but I didn't move.

"I recognize that Renesmee's cycle has begun, which would bring Aro's attention back to her. I fear he has already found all three of my sisters, and that they didn't make it which is why he came here. She might be his last resort, and seeing as how she's not related to my supposed nephew . . . his goals might be shifting." Nahuel suggested, his tone mute of emotion.

I shuddered against Jacob as more tears escaped my eyes. I muffled my sobs into his shoulder, I hated being talked about like this. I needed to get far away, so we would never have to think about this ever again. I placed my palm on his cheek and looked up at him through my tear soaked lashes. Jacob, I can't be here anymore. I don't want to talk about this.

Jacob's eyes softened, and he nodded.

My dad flashed his eyes between the two of us, "I need everyone to leave now besides Alice – out of hearing range." They exchanged confused glances, but complied. He waited a few moments before growling.

"Absolutely not." My dad bellowed to Jacob. "You're not taking her."

I watched as Jacob snapped his head towards my father. "She will be safer with the pack. You fucking know this, Edward." Jacob snarled. I felt myself stiffen and shifted my puffy eyes to look at my father. He had already started pacing, obviously due to Jacob and I's mind racing through our conversation last night.

"We can protect her. Our scent will hide hers, and they won't ever even think to look in La Push." Jacob reasoned, looking towards my pixie aunt then back to my father. "Or, we wait and hope to God they don't show up with some walking dead army and its just us."

"It's true, Edward." Alice said solemnly. "I – I can see. Bits and pieces. For years, I can see she's safe."

"What if we gather friends; witnesses? To help us." He desperately questioned my pixie aunt.

She let out a shuddered sigh, "No – it's no good. Every option besides this one doesn't end the way we want it to."

My father let out the sound I'd only imagine a mangled animal to make. "They're trying to take everything!" He shouted, and picked up my dresser, and throwing it through my window. Jacob picked me up and shielded me from the ricocheting glass and wood. "When will it be enough!"

I flinched, not knowing how to react to his sudden behavior. Dad never got upset – the only time I saw him angry was when Emmett and I crashed a sports car a few years back when he taught me to drive.

Jacob set me down and I moved away from him, reaching an outstretched hand. "Daddy." I choked out, my vision blurring behind the tears. "I don't think it will ever be enough."

He collapsed onto his knees, my mother flew to his side, whispering in his ear. He nodded, and looked up at me, then to Jacob. "You leave tonight." He said sharply, and rose to his feet. His composure regained as if he hadn't just had an outburst.

"When – when will I see you again?" I choked out, surveying their expressions quickly.

I noticed Alice last. She looked to the ground, avoiding my gaze.

"No." I sobbed, "Never? You can't be serious!" I shrieked, and felt Jacob pull me back against him. "Momma?" I whimpered, searching her eyes for the truth.

"It's for the best, Renesmee. It's to keep you safe." Alice told me softly. I reached behind me to grab Jacobs large hand, tangling our fingers together to keep me from falling apart.

"We will see you again, baby girl. I promise. We will find a way." My mother promised, coming to stand beside me. I let go of Jacob and hugged her tightly, ignoring how her once comforting scent put fear in my mind now. Had they placed that fear there?

"We'll get you what you need. I'll have Carlisle call the school. Jasper and I will travel to Vancouver and meet with an associate. We shouldn't risk waiting regardless knowing they went back to Volterra." Dad concluded, not looking at me.

"This is all so fast." I breathed into my mother's soft brown hair. "I need more time."

I felt the cold, small hand of my aunt touch my shoulder. "Every choice you make changes the outcome, but Renesmee – this is the only one I can see that works. Trust me, if I could show you I would." She spoke into my ear, kissing my temple quickly before fluttering away.

I pulled away, and turned to face Jacob, "Jake?"

He furrowed his brows and pulled me out of my moms arms and against him in a hug. "It'll be alright, Ness."

I was too numb to even cry, my life had taken so many twists and turns in the last month than I ever had known possible.

I knew why dad insisted the rest leave – because the less people who knew, the better.

I felt my grandmothers cold hand touch my shoulder gently. "Renesmee?" I pulled away from Jacob and looked towards my kind hearted grandmother. I smiled weakly at her. "Would you like to help me prepare some breakfast for you and Jacob? Neither of you ate yesterday and I have a feeling you might be hungry."

I sighed and nodded, taking her small, cold hand in mine and letting her lead me out of my grandfather's study. We had been going over all of my medical history. Carlisle was basically teaching Jacob everything about me in case anything ever happened. I was glad grandma had offered to take me away, I couldn't listen anymore.

Talking about leaving with Jacob had been one thing, but for it to actually be happening was another. I wasn't prepared to feel the emotions I was. For once, I wished Jasper would intervene.

I felt the familiar wave of false serenity, and flashed a glance behind my shoulder. My blonde uncle nodded at me and turned back around, continuing his hushed conversation with Jacob, Carlisle and my father.

I sighed and padded down the stairs with my grandmother. She shuffled me into the kitchen and had me sit on the stool at the island.

"Are you alright, dear?" She questioned simply.

I shrugged. "I don't know, honestly. I feel like . . . I feel like a mess. My life is all over the place. So much keeps changing, and then I don't get to adjust when something else gets thrown into the mix."

She nodded, and went about the kitchen preparing us French toast. I had decided to spill my heart to her. Grandma was trusting, empathetic and would keep any conversation we had private.

"I mean – I met Jacob exactly one month ago today. Grandma – one month. And since then . . . just so much keeps happening . . . and changing . . . I'm just getting really overwhelmed, I guess. More has happened to me this month than in my entire life." I stuttered out, my hands flailed in the air anxiously as I tried to move myself along.

She smiled tenderly at me, "When love happens, its quick and turns your world upside down. It can be overwhelming. But, it's good. Right?"

I swiped my brow nervously and trailed my fingertips down my face, letting them rest along my cheek.

"It's more than good." I finally deducted.

She gave me a quick upturned smirk and shrugged one shoulder. "Then breathe."

I exhaled the breath I hadn't noticed I was holding.

"Is it crazy that . . . Jacob and I talked about getting married already?"

She touched the hand I had resting on the counter briefly before fluttering back to the stove top. "Time is such a confusing construct for immortals. But, dear, if you feel ready for it and you love Jacob then why are you fretting?"

I sighed and collapsed my head into my arms. "I'm not . . . fretting. I'm just worried that if this wasn't happening, we wouldn't have talked about it."

She nodded and placed a plate of French toast and fruit in front of me. "If the circumstances were any different, you might not be discussing this. But, no one can know for certain so don't be concerned with other possibilities. Just live and make the choices you truly want to make."

I looked at her appreciatively, "Thank you, Grandma. You always know what to say."

She touched my cheek and nodded. "Renesmee, you know in your heart what you truly want. When I met your grandfather, I knew right then that I wanted to marry him and be with him for as long as I lived. It only took one glance."

I dug into my food and sighed happily, knowing her words rang similarities in my mind to when I saw Jacob for the first time.

It truly did only take one glance.