Author's Note: Thank you so much to the people that reviewed and favorited! I will try my best to finished this asap, but I am pretty much making this up as I go along. If you have any suggestions or just positive comments, I'd love to hear them! Oh, and just one more note. I don't completely hate Jacob. I did feel like he was ALWAYS in the way and I threw New Moon and Eclipse a few times, but for the most part I tolerated his presence. I just wish that Edward hadn't ;)

Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. Just my random wishes and thoughts.

Chapter 2

If the look of disgust on my face didn't give me away to my wife, the growl that escaped from deep within my throat did. Her eyes flashed in the direction of the scent, and she too, I noticed with devilish delight, wrinkled her nose at the dog. I've heard humans complain of a "wet-dog" smell being terrible, but they really know nothing of how completely wretched a werewolf smells. I cannot describe it fully, but that scent mixed with the growing feelings of malice that I had toward Jacob Black just made my reflex to his presence all the worse.

Bella's head shot back toward me just as the growl deepened, and she shoved my chest. I bounced back onto the mattress landing on my knees, and found myself, like Emmett, heartily counting down the days when the newness of her transformation had worn off and she lacked the extra strength.

"Oh, honestly, Edward! He comes by here every day…and he spends the greatest part of the day here as well. I'd thought you'd be used to him by now." She spat, sitting up too, her eyes flashing. For a moment I was mesmerized by the lovely color that they were turning, but was quickly brought back to reality when she jumped off the bed, stirring the air again.

The nasty smell. Jacob. Hatred. Right.

Bella snatched an ivory silk robe off of a chair near the nightstand and wrapped it around her body. She turned to face me, and expecting fire and brimstone again, I scooted closer to the edge of the bed. Her face, however, was different than I had surmised. I knew the expression in her eyes: wariness and sadness. All the rage from seconds before was gone.

I was at her side in an instant, my hands cradling her face. I searched for her thoughts through her eyes, gazing, looking. Finding nothing that would give me a good explanation, I kissed her forehead and cocked my head to the side.

"Talk to me, love." I prodded. "One second you are giving me a well-deserved lecture and the next seem lost and upset."

She just let her head drop into my chest and sighed heavily. I wrapped my arms all the way around her waist and pulled her even closer. I chanced at a joke.

"C'mon, Bella. I'm not a mind-reader." I said the last statement lightly, and chuckled in spite of myself.

Her breathless laugh came out on my skin, sending a jolt of electricity through my system, and I was once again reminded of wonderful experiences in the bed just a few feet away from us. Her soft voice drew me back to the present.

"I had no right to react…to talk to you like that Edward" She started, not meeting my eyes.

"Bella! No! You had every right, I—"

"Shh!" She held her hand up to my lips, meeting my gaze with intensity. "It wasn't fair of me to react as I did because…well, because I feel the same way you do about Jac--…about him. About it."

Wow. I had to admit that I wasn't expecting that one. The first time Bella heard about the mongrel's imprinting on Renesmee she almost killed him (which I quite enjoyed), but since that day she had been very accepting of the situation. She filled our pantry with food for him to eat and didn't show the slightest hint of jealousy or malice when Renesmee dreamed and thought of Jacob more than the two of us. I, however, felt like a stake was being driven into my chest each time that she thought of him after the three of us had been together. I might be immortal, but the thought of losing the affection of my daughter to a werewolf made me feel as if a part of me was dying.

It was then that I noticed Bella's expectant gaze. She was weighing my reaction carefully, as if she thought I'd be irritated that she too was hurt by the stupid dog's presence in Renesmee's life.

"Edward?" Her eyebrows knitted together.

I sighed, relief taking over some of my ill thoughts.

"You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that…" I started, but was surprised when she stepped out of my arms.

"Edward! It's terrible that I feel that way! Jacob makes Nessie happy!" She hissed, be sure to keep her voice low so that Jacob's hearing would not catch her words. "You should feel bad too." She finished.

"I know Bella, but…I-I don't even know what to say." I breathed, looking down at the lovely, sand colored floor. How to make her understand?

"The love that I felt for Renesmee the instant I held her and whispered her name, came so swift and powerful I can't eloquently put it into words." I admitted. "All I know is that she is a part of me…and you," I said, reaching out to touch her hair. "We made her together. From our love. And the thought of losing her so fast…" My throat closed and I couldn't finish.

It was now Bella's turn to embrace me. She kissed my shoulder and turned her face into my neck, stroking my hair. She mumbled incoherent words of comfort to me, and said "I know, I know" countless times. We stood like that for a few long moments until we both heard our daughter call our names.

"Momma? Daddy?" Came her singsong voice, and in my head I heard her begin to count softly. One, two, three…

It was a game we played each morning. Renesmee would wake up and count the seconds it took for Bella and I to come and get her out of bed. I would always easily know whenever it was that her mind began to reach consciousness from sleep, but we humored her each day and waited for her call.

"She's counting!" I exclaimed, my heart happy to get to see her face after the events of the morning thus far. Bella grinned, kissed me quickly, and threw me a pair of sweatpants. In the 1.2 seconds it took for all of this to occur, I heard our daughter falter on the number five, her thoughts too happy to continue. A picture flashed through my mind and I saw who it was who had gotten to Renesmee's room before we did.

"Jacob!"

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