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Chapter 28

The Test

Bella

I hung up the receiver with Esme's disapproval still lingering on our end of the line. I had told her everything that Edward had just told me; that Alice's vision was of a child, a baby boy. That this was the true reason we were in Italy and not home with them. Esme had never approved of Alice sharing her gifts, believing it was something she should bare alone. Her visions were so fragile that even one word had the ability to stop the future from coming into existence and Esme reminded Alice on countless occasions that it was not up to her to intervene with people's fates. I on this occasion happened to side with Esme. This wasn't just a word it was an entire conspiracy, a relocation, all for the sake of an idea. I couldn't get my head around the lengths they had both gone to. I had insisted on telling Esme immediately, after that morning I was sick of the secrets being kept and wanted everything out in the open. I couldn't bear to keep anything else from anyone ever again.

"She's disappointed in me." Edward remarked. He had been waiting for me to speak but I was lost in my own spiralling theories. I couldn't understand why he had gone along with it all.

"She's not the only one." I responded sharply.

"I know." He stayed standing against the wall in the corner of the room, keeping his distance. "And I know you believe it wasn't my place to involve myself in Alice's schemes…"

"No. Especially when no one was actually in any real danger. Except for James, who we've just packed up and deserted." I was trying not to be too hard on him but I was in shock that he would risk James' life. That he would do that to our daughter, who was clearly smitten with the poor boy.

"I explained to you Alice assured me James wouldn't be at risk. His recovery was a certainty..."

"Edward she's not a prophet! Even Alice couldn't know that for sure. Anything could have changed. We should have been there to look after him, James was relying on us to care for him and we've just left him over nothing!" My patience was struggling, the only thing keeping me from getting on the next plane home was Esme reassuring me James was making a full recovery.

"It was not nothing. It was a very complicated possibility of something." Edward justified.

"Oh come on, a non- existent child Edward. I don't understand. I don't know why you would go along with this madness. It's so unlike you." It genuinely was so out of character, I was questioning everything I knew about my husband.

"Alice wanted to protect Jacob." He went on.

"Of course she did! She's Alice! She wants to protect everyone. She's delusional. You're the logical one remember? Yet she's managed to convince you to lie to your family, leave a sickly child and move across the planet, all to escape a momentary vision. It's total insanity Edward. You must see that?"

He didn't object. He was just as calm and calculated as ever. He had been Alice's accomplice yet I sensed zero remorse. Something wasn't right. The Edward I knew wouldn't have been part of this. Nothing made sense; I was missing something. Why? Why would Edward go along with this when he knew better? He was always the first one to agree with Esme when it came to putting Alice in her place over her visions. So why support her now? "Ness has been separated from James against her will and now shown their fantacy baby. If you wanted to protect Jacob I don't see how this benefits him? Her attachment to James is only going to grow from here. We need to support her right now. She's going to be so confused and maybe even feeling regretful over who she's given her virginity to." I warned him.

Edwards face flinched slightly, so slightly in fact it could have been missed as nothing but I knew him too well. I had caught something. I stared at him suspiciously and something flickered in Edwards's eyes; a clue. He quickly diverted the conversation, "You're right, she'll be confused. I'll go and find her, you should speak with her." He went to leave just as something came to me, I suddenly realised what had been bugging me and the memory came to the front of my mind just in time.

"Hang on." I called after him sharply and he hesitated at the door like I had a gun to his back. "You say that Alice wanted to protect Jacob?"

"Yes." He confirmed carefully, turning back to me.

"But yesterday you didn't say you wanted to protect Jacob, you said to me you wanted to protect it." Edward's eyes froze in place. I was on to something. It quickly started to piece together. "Alice came here to push Renesmee away from James, so that the baby wouldn't come to being. She came to protect Jacob. But yesterday you said that if you told me the less likely it would happen. You said it had to be protected and if you told me you'd be putting it at risk."

Edward would have stopped me if I was on the wrong trail but he didn't, he wasn't saying anything, wasn't even moving.

"You and Alice don't have different opinions, you have different information." I stated boldly. "You know something more than her."

"Yes." Edward admitted, almost relieved I had caught him out. He relaxed instantly and moved closer to me no longer on eggshells.

"Edward! How much more can there be? How much more can we expect Renesmee to take? We can't keep anything else from her. I won't. I'm sorry but we just can't, we're going to destroy her. Whatever it is you have to tell me now, right now and then we have to tell her." I was staring him out, trying to force his hand for information.

"It's not something I'm keeping from Renesmee." He assured me with no comfort in his words.

I was confused again. "What do you mean?" Just when I thought I was getting somewhere.

"It's something Renesmee is keeping." He gave me.

My patience had reached its limit. "What? Will you stop being cryptic please? What are you saying? What exactly is she keeping?"

Instead of answering me he gestured his head towards the doorway, I turned to find Renesmee herself waiting for my attention. It was the second time someone had managed to creep up on me that week; I was seriously off my game. I looked at my daughter intently, something was different about her again. There were so many flipsides to her personality at that point; I couldn't keep up with her. "Renesmee." I quickly moved to pull her into my arms. With all the information she had been bombarded with I wanted to hold her to me protectively and guard her from any more harm. She stayed close to me a moment before I felt her hesitate and pull back slightly, reminding me of my own offences earlier that morning. I had been so distracted by the vision of the child I had forgotten she was still processing my history with Jacob. I let her go and she stepped back from me in relief. "I thought you were working things out with Jacob?" I pressed her, trying to ignore the new awkwardness between us. Edward stayed quiet, leaving me to get answers for myself.

"No. He went off a while ago, he wanted to call Sam to check on the pack." She said this with so little interest, her words were robotic and I could see her mind was somewhere else completely. Edward and I exchanged looks. We knew from the call with Esme that Jacob had instead called home looking to talk to James. He seemed to be on his own quest for answers but I wasn't prepared to wait for him.

"What's going on Ness?" I demanded earnestly. I was done with the games.

"I slept with James." She responded so quickly and un-dramatically the words dropped flat in the space. She kept my eye fearlessly.

I felt winded but without the need for breath she knocked all the thoughts out of my head instead. All my preconceptions she just knocked aside and left me speechless and struggling for scraps of thought. "What? No but what about….I thought last night…Jacob was your first." I muddled through the confusion.

"He wasn't. I lied." She admitted plainly. My mouth hung ajar in disbelief. I turned to Edward but she continued. "I don't know why you're so shocked, I'm a Cullen aren't I. That's what we do; lie."

My thoughts were in pieces but my emotions quickly unified in complete and utter rage. "Stop it!"

"How? Lying is everything I've ever known. My whole life has been a lie. I was wondering before what was wrong with me but turns out it's just in my genetics.' It wasn't an accusation, she was calm; it was a fact to her, a casual comment.

"Renesmee." Edward warned her from behind me, that perfect 'Edward tone' that always kept her in line.

"I don't want you to think that Ness. It's not true." I insisted forcefully trying to match her composure.

"I'm sorry mum but it is and I'm not resentful or ungrateful. I know you love me, and don't get me wrong my life's been happy but let's be honest deceitful none the less. I didn't know about the imprint, I didn't know about you and Jacob, I didn't know the truth about any of it. My whole existence has been limited to the information you've allowed me access to. I was never going to allowed to make my own choices, my whole life was already set out from the beginning, Jacob saw it the minute I was born and the only one who was in the dark was me. "

I wanted to correct her, defend myself, to tell her she was wrong but nothing came. She had never spoken like this before. Like an assured adult not a sulking teen.

"You don't have to say anything. I know the reasons; you were protecting me, you were scared for me, I'm unique… I understand. And you know I love you both but you just can't be that surprised I'm screwed up." She said this unemotively, as if it were just words not acts of self hatred.

"You are not screwed up!" I protested.

"Oh come on mum, that's what you're thinking; I've screwed up. I've deviated from the master plan. I'm off the rails! Am I wrong?" She wasn't wrong but she was over exaggerating, slightly.

I tried to side step the monologue of hate and get to the facts. "What happened?" I pushed, trying to suppress the immense guilt that was rising up in me. Renesme looked downwards, avoidant, the guilt seemed to be rising up in her as well. I looked to Edward, "Edward?" He knew everything, he'd known for a while and kept it to himself. All the things he has heard, all the thoughts he listens into. Sometimes I forget he has his own gift, his own burden. I wouldn't want it. He shook his head gently refusing to speak for her.

Renesme jumped in to save him. "It was the night James had been injected with the cells… It was the middle of the night but I couldn't sleep… I kept thinking I would shut my eyes and when I opened them he'd be dead or worse turned. I was so scared of losing him, I was going out of my mind. So I went to check on him, I was only going to look in on him but then he was awake too and he wanted me to get into bed with him…"

"I bet he did." I finished suggestively, guessing where she was going with that. My face couldn't have looked less impressed if I tried.

"No but then nothing happened! It wasn't like that. We just laid together and he tried to end things and push me away but then that had the opposite effect because I freaked out and ended up kissing him but then we got into a fight and he ran out of the house and I followed him…"

The story had taken an unexpected turn, she was speaking so fast I was struggling to keep up. "You let James run out of the house in the middle of the night!? In his condition and you didn't tell anyone!?"

"Dad knew." She added defensively and I shot Edward another look of disappointment, of course he knew. "James was all hyped up on venom so he was super-fast, I caught up with him but he wouldn't come back with me and we were in the middle of nowhere and then…."She stopped there, refusing to go on.

I could fill in the gaps pretty easily. "In the middle of nowhere. You lost your virginity in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, with James on the brink of death?" Not exactly on par with the romantic log cabin of the night before.

"I didn't plan it!" She emphasised. "It just…"

"Please don't say it just happened." I warned her.

"Well it did! Kind of … I can't explain." Or she didn't want to. The memory seemed precious to her; she was defending it protectively. I decided to drop the specifics and focus on now. I could get more details off Edward later, though that would take just as much effort. There was only one option as to what to do next. "Jacob needs to know. You should have told him already." I urged.

"I didn't want him to know. I didn't want to hurt him. It wasn't about Jacob. It wasn't about anyone else. No one was ever meant to know. I asked dad to keep it secret..." She was showing her vulnerability again now, I could see she her emotions leaking through the cracks. She wasn't intentionally trying to hurt anyone, it was teenage hormones getting the better of her again or maybe even something more, I couldn't tell. "If Jacob didn't know it couldn't hurt him." She summarized.

"That sounds like a healthy premise for a new relationship." I shot sarcastically.

"So you wanted your virginity to be a secret?" I asked completely bemused.

"No I wanted it to be un-ruined." She pushed back.

"But Jacob would have found out eventually!" My loyalty to Jacob had been provoked into full force.

"No he wouldn't, not if Alice hadn't seen the future." She assured me convincingly.

I couldn't believe they had kept this from Jacob. It was so wrong. I was about to get out my #teamjacob banner and start a march when the magnitude of this revelation suddenly hit me full force. "Wait! What does this mean? Are you…could you be…?" I hadn't been focusing on the problem. Who she had lost her virginity to was insignificant at this point. It was the consequence of her actions that would cause the most damage.

"It's real." She confirmed, a worrying certainty to her tone and a glimmer in her eye.

I caught Edward glancing at her stomach. I glared at him; this was his secret, not the vision of the baby but its existence. The very strong possibility of a real child. He knew it before anyone, before Renesmee herself. He knew about Alice's vision and still let Ness run after James that night. He had been protecting it all along. "You've willed this child into existence!" I accused him.

Finally he seemed egger to explain himself. "No. I chose not to intervene. It was Alice's agenda to try to tamper with the vision, separate them but they still went to each other. I decided it wasn't my place to disrupt the course of things."

"Even when you knew about the vision?! Even when they were huddled up in bed in the middle of the night? You didn't want to intervene? Surely that's just being a dad 101."

"This was bigger than parental instincts Bella. Alice's visions are a gift, they show a course of fate and I don't believe in tampering with them for my own agenda. It didn't feel right to stop them being together. If the child is meant to exist it's not my place to prevent it. No matter the outcome."

Finally he was starting to sound like his noble self again. I could accept this very Edward decision to stay neutral. "Well the outcome is James being tied to Ness forever. He's not likely to move on from the mother of his child."

"So let's not tell him." Renesmee begged us. "He'll never have to know, he can still go back to school..."

"Great idea, another secret, another lie. You just complained about your childhood being deceitful and now you want that for your own child?" I challenged her ruthlessly. "You don't think James deserves to know if he's a father? That sounds like the right thing to do does it?"

I could see the confliction in Renesmee, she was torn between James and her child's quality of life. James appeared to be equally important to her. Where would Jacob fit into this picture? The child would change everything. We would have to move back to Forks… I suddenly realized I was thinking about the child as if it were fact. I focused back to Renesme. "We need to be sure. I'll run to the pharmacy in town and pick you up a test."

"Mum I don't need one. I know." She seemed sure but I wasn't going to take any chances.

"We still need proof. We can't keep taking Alice's version of events as fact. They are premonitions that are dependent on a series of events, if something changes…"

"I know how they work mum." She cut me off impatiently.

"Good. Then you won't mind us being sure." I insisted. There was something holding her back, it was as if the doubt was dangerous. She was scared. Her hands were trembling and she couldn't look me in the eye. I could finally see my child again. I moved slowly towards her and Edward did the same, opening his arms out slightly for her, she moved to him and rested her forehead against his chest in submission. I placed my hands on her shoulders and she didn't shrug them away. We sandwiched her between us, creating a barricade, shielding her from everything that was happening. The three of us stood like this for a while, letting her slow breath rise and fall against us.

Eventually when I felt she had calmed I spoke. "We need to know the truth Ness." I urged her soothingly. "Take the test and then we can go from there."

Renesmee's emotions and common sense were still in conflict, so as always she lifted her face and looked up to her father for the final say. "Your mother's right, we need to be certain." Edward agreed and I watched as Renesmee's decision solidified; I liked to call it the Edward effect.

She nodded hesitantly. "Okay." She wavered.

"I'll go." I rushed in, wanting to snatch the consent before she changed her mind. "Edward you stay here with her. I won't be long." I hugged her quickly, a rushed gesture and then left immediately. I needed to be sure, though if I were being honest, after seeing Renesmee's trembling hands, I wasn't entirely sure what I was hoping for.

….

I had been to the little chemist in town and had spent half an hour trying to decide what test to buy. Even in the tiny shop, there was an entire shelf of options and I had no experience of what to look for. When I was pregnant with Renesmee I was showing within 24 hours so I didn't really need a test. That made me wonder about Renesmee, if she was really pregnant what would that mean of the child and her pregnancy, especially if James was infected with both venom and werewolf genes at the time of conception. How much of the baby would be human? Renesmee could be showing herself in a matter of days. She will have jumped from childhood to parenthood in a matter of months. I didn't know what to think, there was a huge part of me that was devastated by the idea; Renesmee pregnant so young like me, there was so much more I wanted her to experience first. Jacob would be so hurt, it would ruin him. No I was 90% praying the test to be negative. But then there was a small, tiny undeniable part of me that couldn't help but feel joy at the idea of a grandchild, a new baby to look after, all those new memories… but to be clear a very very small part of me.

I hesitantly walked back towards the cut that led to our cluster of cabins. The urgent need to know the truth had now evaporated and I was practically dragging my feet back to Renesemee. I was suddenly in no rush to know the test result, maybe I couldn't handle the truth. Maybe I couldn't figure out what result I was wishing on. Then all of a sudden there in my path was Jacob doing what he does best aside from eating; pacing. I wanted to avoid him like the plague but he seemed distressed and I couldn't force myself to side-step him in pain. I carefully approached him, knowing how easily Jake could be triggered when in a blind rage. "Hey." I tried cautiously, moving closer.

I expected him to shoot up at me, his face angry and his brow tense like it gets when he's trying not to faze but instead to my surprise he met me calmly. "Hey." He smiled back weakly.

"What's with the pacing?" I asked casually.

"What's that?" He countered nodding towards the bag in my hand.

I clutched at the handles and pulled the bag slightly behind me and away from him. "I asked you first." I diverted.

He dropped his curiosity and lowered his head back towards the ground, continuing to pace. "I'm just thinking." He admitted sheepishly.

"About?" I pressed, my impatience to get to Renesmee starting to resurface.

"Oh you know. Just figuring out the great mysteries of my life." He procrastinated.

"Jake?" I pushed quickly. "Tell me what's up."

He was grateful for this push and jumped right in: "You know about the vision right? About this vision Alice has had of this baby boy. Edward must have filled you in by now."

"Yeah, he told me…" I started carefully.

"Right well Ness told me, although she was acting like it wasn't a random vision, she was acting like it's real. And that maybe it could be mine though I think we all know that's a load of bull."

"Most likely." I agreed, feeling slightly tempted into talking conspiracy theories with my best friend. Don't relax, I reminded myself, don't get comfortable or you'll start talking.

"She seems properly attached to this idea of this baby." He continued.

"Agreed." I confirmed pragmatically. "I mean I've noticed that too." I added trying to sound a little less alien.

He stopped and looked up at me, with a familiar look of relief. He was pleased to have me on his side, he knew he could trust me. "I called James." He admitted abruptly, expecting me to be shocked I imagined.

"Yeah. Esme told me." I confessed unfazed.

"Okay, I know, I know I was out of line. I just needed to hear it from him, you know that it couldn't possibly be real. That nothing had happened between them. And that's what he told me, nothing did happen but…I don't get it! Nothing is adding up. Bells I'm telling you, Ness had this look, like there was a chance. You have to help me figure this out." His eyes were expectant and extremely persuasive.

Game over. "They slept together." It came out without hesitation. Maybe I should have taken a second to think it through, plan how I would break it to him but I just said it. Our friendship meant too much and I couldn't lie to him. He looked at me, half shock/ half gratitude.

He became calmer still. "I knew it." He almost seemed pleased; the puzzle had been instantly solved.

"James lied to you?" I never could have thought he had it in him. James had always struck me as honest to a fault, out of everything his deception surprised me most.

"Yep. I knew it. I could tell something was off. He was protecting her. I don't blame him, he's lied for her before. For me." Instead of threatening James' life and punching something, Jake was actually defending him. He was amused by my surprise; "I don't blame James. For anything." He confirmed and then snapped up to meet me. "So, there's a real chance. She could be…" I nodded hesitantly and Jake laughed, in a very strange almost delirious way. "Well that's that then. It's over. I can relax. She's having another guy's baby! Brilliant."

I shook my head in exhaustion. "Jake, don't be ridiculous."

"No this is perfect. They can be a happy family and I'll be Uncle Jacob. I'll come over for dinners and help them build their conservatory. I'll babysit when they want a night to themselves and go on vacation with them, I'll carry the bags. It will be nice actually…"

"Stop." I pleaded with him, the crack in his voice was cracking my resolve.

He dropped the act and stared at me face-on. "If only I could Bells. If I could just stop it, stop loving her, stop standing in the way of her preferred future. If I could just stop! I would have months ago."

"No you wouldn't." I objected.

"I would. All of this is on me!" He went on.

"How?!" As far as I was concerned Jake was the biggest victim in this mess of events.

"If I hadn't freaked out over a kiss. One kiss and I lost it. Do you know how pathetic that sounds now? I would take that kiss a million times over compared to this. She was a kid, with a kiddish crush and then I go and bombard her with all that adult fantasy stuff. I showed her herself as an adult, naked and married. I mean seriously? I literally planted sex in her mind. Not to mention I tried to ban her from the guy she liked, which obviously only made him more appealing. First he's just a boy from school and now he's got that whole forbidden fruit thing going for him…"

"Don't you think you're being a little hard on yourself. You can't have known what was going to happen. They're responsible for their actions not you." I tried.

"If I had just been patient and waited it out. Given her the choice, they would have probably burnt out in a few months anyway. And if not, I could have waited until she was ready to know the truth. The most frustrating thing is I was thinking of me not her. I didn't need to worry about him! He would have taken care of her, he's a good guy, a great guy even and he would have been careful with her. He wouldn't have rushed her. I rushed her. Things would have turned out so different if I hadn't rushed them, if I hadn't pressured them to break up. I forced them to be over emotional, irrational and now…now their whole future is…"

"Okay you need to slow down a bit. You can't put everything on yourself."

"Why? If I had just followed the plan and waited until she was older, she wouldn't have grown up so fast. I don't want this for her. Not yet." He buried his face in his hands forcefully.

"Okay let's say hypothetically you did push her into all this. You did ban her from seeing him. You didn't wait, you rushed her, Edward rushed her, lifted his marriage restriction, Alice rushed us all over here…why? Why do you think you did all that?" I questioned softly. "Why do you think you didn't give her the choice?"

"I want to let her make her own decisions, to be independent, do whatever she wants, pick her own path. I want to support her in all of those mantras. But I can't because…because I'm terrified she won't pick me. We're not sure if the imprint is…if she's immune to it." He took a very deep breath as if he'd been wanting to say it out loud forever.

I nodded at him in understanding, I knew that was the truth behind all of this.

"I thought her feelings for me were a given. I thought because she was my imprint I was just waiting it out until she was old enough and then she would just come around to me on her own accord. I never thought it could even be possible for her to really like someone else, love someone else. I thought eventually she'd tell me she felt more than friendship, I'd tell her I felt the same and we'd ride off into the sunset together. Sounds so naive now." He was small and timid.

"We all assumed that Jake. We all wanted that for you." I moved my hand to rest on his shoulder but he moved abruptly so that if fell away. He was standing tall again with a new look of determination.

"But I think it's painfully clear that's not going to happen. I can't keep forcing my feelings on her, forcing a life that I want but doesn't actually exist right now. She doesn't feel the same." He stated conclusively as if he were trying to tell himself more than me.

"She loves you." I tried to sway him.

"Yeah in some way but it just doesn't feel enough. I think she wants him. Last night when we…" He hesitantly slightly acknowledging my parental presence. "Last night. Something wasn't right; she was so manic and desperate for me to give in. Even after she'd promised me she wouldn't try to force me into anything again. It's so obvious to me now that she was not herself but I just so distracted and relieved, I wanted her to want me so much I looked past it. She had just left James, she was overly emotional but I didn't think, I didn't care. That's how twisted I am. Something in my gut told me it wasn't right but she was so convincing and I …I couldn't resist her." He looked up at me to check he hadn't overshared.

I smiled at him reassuringly. "You're not twisted. You're wonderful." Then I remembered the bag hanging between my fingers. I held it out in front of me. "It's a test." I informed him simply. "We'll know within the hour. But regardless of everything she's still your imprint. I think you need to discover what that will mean if…" We both finished the sentence to ourselves; if she's pregnant, if she's having another person's child, if our lives are changed forever. I swallowed the magnitude of what was possibly about the happen for us all. "…you need to prepare yourself." I advised.

"Well I can't exactly leave her to it. That's not how imprints work" He joked bitterly.

I wasn't joking. If she was pregnant I wanted him to have a chance, a chance to be happy or still have a choice. "I think it's clear that we don't exactly know how you and Renesmee's imprint works. We've established it's certainly not typical and it's likely her vampire genes have altered the effects. We've all been scared to admit that but I don't think we should hide from it anymore. If we are in a situation where she is able to have another's child, it is clear the effects are different for her than most. If the effects are different for her, what's to say they're not different for you too in different ways? Have you ever stopped to question that?"

Jake thought on this for a very long moment, his brow furrowed and his eyes hard. It was clear he never had.

"I think you should resist basing your relationship with Ness on your previous knowledge of the imprint and other couples experience. No one else has ever imprinted on a human with vampire genes. There is no precedent. So what if you were open to things being different, you don't know what you're capable of." I suggested gently.

I waited for Jake to object or counter me but instead he stayed quiet and thoughtful. As if this were the first time he'd ever considered these points. Eventually he shook himself out of his silence. "If she is. If it's real. Are we going to tell James?" I couldn't read his own preference.

"It will be up to her." I give him. "She wants to protect him."

"He should know." Jake decided adamantly.

"You really want that?" I challenged him.

Jake nodded, certain of his view on the matter. "No more lies." He held my eye and I nodded in agreement. "It's the right thing to do. We can trust him." He was so strong and protective, it was clear to me that he would support them if it came to it.

I could see how difficult he was finding it. "We don't know anything yet. Let's wait and see." I smiled trying to comfort him in any way, he smiled back at me unconvincingly, trying to play along.

"You should get to her." He nudged lightly.

"Do you want to come?" I suggested trying to include him.

"No." He shook his head at me very clearly. "I'll wait this one out."

"What about Ness?" I fished cautiously.

He rubbed his face restlessly and let out a long sad sigh, the way he did when he was exhausted or bored. "I can't see her right now. It's best I stay away." I nodded in understanding. "Let's see what happens." He gave me. My face was tight with concern. "I'll be okay." He promised me. I instantly swung my arms around him and squeezed tightly, trying to make him feel all my love for him, desperate to make him feel better. Instead of pulling away this time he clung onto me, comforted by my embrace he rested his head in my shoulder like a weary child.

Eventually I pulled back and smiled at him, a determined, fearless smile. "You will be okay." I agreed with him, "And you're family. No matter what." Then when I knew he understood, I went off to find Renesmee and Edward, I was now firmly at 98% sure that I didn't want this vision to be true. I was team Jacob all the way. Nearly.