I was sitting in my Dad's old bedroom, resting my back against the wall. I was moving in my seat slightly to the music that reached my ears through my hot red headphones. The huge French windows in his room were left open and I closed my eyes when the cool breeze hit my face.

As to why I was in my Dad's bedroom- Angela and Ben were getting married in Malibu. Apparently, Angela had wanted a beach wedding. She was a very nice girl. I'd met her once. She was shy, sweet and friendly. Most importantly, she wasn't nosy. I guess, that's why Mom liked her so much. Ben was a decent guy too. They were so in love with each other. Anyways they had invited my family because they'd gone to high school together. Carlisle couldn't go as he had an unavoidable meeting with his fellow doctors so, Carlisle and Esme were staying behind with me. I'd offered to stay at the cottage because I didn't want to disturb their privacy. They hardly got any alone time (I mean, they were a couple of people in their late twenties in love!), but Esme had insisted that I stay here.

I, after giving up, had agreed to it. Unlucky me, Jake had patrol tonight and I was left all alone. My phone rang breaking me from the chain of thoughts. Speak of the devil, I thought to myself and answered it. "Hey," I said.

On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you wanna kill me?

"I'm hovering somewhere around the high thirties."

Jacob chuckled. I guessed right. Look, I'm honestly sorry. I cannot miss patrol tonight.

I sighed. "That's okay. I understand."

Aren't you the best? He cooed.

"I know I am."

He chuckled again, but his voice was serious when he spoke. Will you be alright alone? You know, you could always stay with Ina.

"I'm not a baby, Jacob. Anyways, Mom and Dad will be back in the morning."

Okay, take care of yourself. I'll see you first thing in the morning.

"Sure. Love you, Jake."

Love you too, Cupcake. Sleep tight.

"Be safe. Bye."

The song continued playing the moment I hung up, but I paused it and tossed my phone aside. Have you ever had a random sad day like, having a heavy heart and an anxious mind for no reason? I do all the time. I knew exactly what I had to do. I was craving for some icecream and sad movies. I immediately sneaked out of my bedroom and fetched five buckets of ice-cream and my laptop. After I got cozy under the blankets, I pressed play. I watched My Girl first, followed by Message in the Bottle, The Notebook and The Fault in our Stars. Somewhere around A Walk to Remember my eyelids felt heavy against my red, puffy eyes and started drooping. But, I made it through the movie and being the stupid girl I am, went in for another one. Love, Rosie.

Finally, I slept.

JPOV

I willed myself to wake up and get ready. I had to see Nessie. It has been only fifteen hours since we saw each other and I already felt like shit. I decided to take a shower because I was stinking, even to myself. I would have loved to torture Rosalie with my odor, but I felt bad for the others. I slipped into a pair of dark blue chinos and a light blue button down shirt and a pair of white sneakers. I combed my hair using my fingers as I grabbed the keys to the Rabbit and drove off to the Cullens'. I said a quick morning greeting to the others and went to the cottage to find Bella and Edward sitting on the couch. They stood up immediately when they saw me and for some reason I felt tension around the room. I brushed off the feeling and pulled Bella into a bear hug. "Hey."

"Hey, Jake," she muttered.

I pulled back and eyed her. "Wow, that wasn't very cheerful. What happened?"

"Renesmee's sick."

I burst out laughing. "Bella, honey, you suck at lying. At least, your lies made sense when you were human, now they don't even make sense." She gave me fixed stare and I understood she wasn't fooling around. My face darkened. "Are you serious?" Edward answered me. "She's running a cold, Jacob and obviously, a headache."

"What are you talking about?!" I realized my voice was exasperated. "How can she get sick?"

Edward practically growled. "Why don't you ask her that?"

I came to a conclusion that she had definitely done something very stupid that pissed off Edward. He crossed his arms across his chest the same way Nessie does when she was angry. It sometimes amuses me how much Edward she had in her - a person I once loathed in my life, someone who I thought couldn't be friends with me. My gaze shifted to Bella who was tugging on her husband's sleeve asking him to calm down. I could tell from the look on her face that she was extremely worried. I tried to put on a smile for her sake. "Hey, she'll be, um, fine."

She nodded. "Carlisle said the same too. Mostly, by evening."

I nodded absentmindedly and let my legs carry myself to Nessie's bedroom. I pondered over opening the door because I could hear Nessie sleeping and I didn't want to disturb her, but I wasn't sure if I could go without seeing her for another nanosecond. Sure enough, when I opened the door Nessie stirred and opened her eyes. She was lying on the bed buried under the covers. Her nose and cheeks were as red as a tomato and the bags under her eyes dark purple like someone had just hit her. Her hair was tied into a messy top bun, a few strands falling on her face, hiding half her face. Tissues were sprawled across the floor by her bed even though there was a bin. She smiled miserably at me.

"Wow, you look pathetic," I said truthfully.

She laughed and I noticed that her voice was hoarse…and sexy? "Gee, thanks!"

I smirked. "You know, I was actually worried when your parents told me you were sick, but, now I'm not." She giggled as I as crawled past her into the bed and lied down on my side propping up on my elbow. "I leave you one night and look at you. What did you do?"

She frowned. "You will not like it."

"That's okay. I hope it is way better than my imagination."

She giggled again. "Well, last night I was feeling sad—"

"No, no, no, no!" I interrupted. I knew exactly what she must have done. "You did not."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, I did!" she teased me. But, her smile vanished once she saw that I was being serious. "You know my mood swings. Don't blame me."

I sighed. "How many buckets?"

"Five."

My eyes widened. "Five? Jeez, Ness, are you freaking crazy?" She played dumb and the only time she plays dumb is when she realizes she's done something wrong. "What did you watch?"

"Let me see, My Girl, TFIOS, Messsage in the Bottle, Walk to Remember, The Notebook and half of Love, Rosie—"

"And cried yourself to sleep last night," I concluded. She smiled apologetically at me as the word sorry echoed in my mind. I smiled in spite of my worry. "Right now, I don't know if I should kiss you or shove you off a bridge."

"Can I pick?" she asked playfully and I chuckled as I leaned in closer to kiss her. But, she put her hand over my mouth and shook her head. "Don't. I am sick."

I smiled at her. "I can handle a few germs."

"Jacob Black!" she laughed and pulled me into a kiss, sending electric shocks down my spine and all through my body. We pulled back at the same time to catch our breath. She smiled at me and turned over as I instinctively spooned her in my arms. "Don't do that," I whispered.

"What? Kiss you?" she teased.

"No, you idiot. Self-inflicted pain?" I said. I tightened my grip around her, smiling to myself thinking how perfectly she fit into my arms. Even though, I couldn't see her face, I knew she was smiling, but she didn't talk. That was okay by me, because I was embracing the warmth that was gushing through my body up to the pit of my stomach. Nessie always found it funny when I told her that she was warm. It was a known fact that both of us were running on a one-oh-eight temperature and that classifies us as hot. That wasn't warm.

Nessie gave me the feeling of warmth.

RPOV

Lying under the covers in Jake's strong, safe hold, my headache and tiredness seemed to vanish. I was literally feeling blissed out. No wonder he was Sun. I pondered over the fact, silently, how lucky I was to have Jacob in my life. We've known each other for eight years; been together day and night, happiness and sadness, mirth and misery. We knew every single secret, every tiny detail about each other. Yet, his mother always remained a mystery. Eight years! – and all I've managed to get out of him was that Sarah Black was a lovely woman and she died in a car accident.

"Jacob?" I called.

"Yeah?" His hot breath touched my ears and made my stomach jiggly-wiggly.

"Tell me about your mother."

"I don't want t—" His tone was harsh but he stopped himself and sighed. "She was a lovely person."

"Yeah," I said. My voice was exasperated. "I got that part covered, Jake."

Jacob snorted. "What do you want to know about her?"

"Everything," I said cheerfully. "Like you said, she sounds like a lovely person to me."

He took a deep breath. "She was a very outgoing, carefree person. She moved around like she didn't have to worry about anything in this world, always bubbling with happiness and to be with her was to be in the presence of love. She loved us so much. Dad loved her so much," he laughed. I could tell he was cherishing the happiness. "She was a painter. She had these canvases and used to paint one thing or another constantly. She told us she was always happy because she painted. She'd be beaming from ear to ear when she splashed those colors across the canvas, her overalls streaked with so many colors from the splashing and those tiny strands of hair would fall over her face and she'd blow them up because it would irritate her," he laughed again and this time I joined him. "Yeah, watching her that happy, six year old me fell in love with her. She was without doubt the prettiest person I have ever seen, well, except maybe you," he said and planted a kiss on my hair.

I hugged his hand tightly and smiled.

"She'd pepper me with kisses all the time and every night she'd put me down to bed by telling stories." Jacob paused and I looked up. "I guess, that's why I was cold for a very long time. Because, she'd taken all the happiness and love with her." I teared up. "But, Bec and Rach were always there for me. They practically raised me. Rach helped me with my homework and lunch while Bec would tell me bedtime stories and kiss me goodnight. Bec loved to paint too; she wasn't much into studies. I used to watch her paint, but I felt nothing. Sure, I love Bec – more than anything in the world, but she wasn't Mumma. I missed her so much, I still do."

"Jakey," I cooed and squeezed his hands. He laced his fingers through mine and I kissed the back of his hand telling him it was okay.

"It's a shame she never got to meet you," Jake said. "She would have simply adored you."

"No, it's a shame I never got to meet her, Jake."

"I've never told anybody else this before, Ness, but you remind me a lot about my mother. You guys are so much alike. You are everything she was – funny, loving, carefree, beautiful and warm. I'm super lucky to have you in my life, you know."

"Aw, Jake," I giggled.

"The only difference is," his voice was teasing and naughty, "I can't get enough of you."

I burst out laughing and elbowed his stomach. "Jacob, you mutt!"

He joined me in my laughter and in this moment, both of us were very vulnerable, I realized that I've never loved anyone as much as I loved Jake.

AN: Hey, guys!

How are you all? Are you doing something everyday that makes you happy? Like painting or drawing or dancing or reading or in my case, writing? If not start from now. Do something that makes you smile- a true one.

Anyways, I updated! Yayyy! I think I mentioned something in this chapter that most of us can relate to...yeah, the random sad days, where you feel like everything around you is not something that matters, where you feel a void and watching sad movies at that time is something that I do. Hahhaha, funny considering we are already sad in the first place. And the movies listed above, god, they are like my favorite movies in the world! If you havent watched even any one of these i suggest you do watch them.

Why am I talking so much? Lol.

Please do read, review and follow. Stay safe.

Happy Day!