Disclaimer: I have not ever been Stephenie Meyer. Or a vampire. That sucks, right? Therefore, I do not own any rights towards theses characters. Or the plot. Or even the ideas. More suckage.

Oh and sorry I haven't posted in a while. Major busy. Finals in a few weeks. Wish me luck!!

When Edward and I returned from hunting, Renesmee was back in our cottage.

"Hey sweetheart," I said, giving her a hug. "How's Jacob?"

"He's good. He missed me too," Renesmee answered, sitting on the leather couch in our living room. "He's outside hunting now, but he is living in a little abandoned cabin not far from here. He found it when he was hunting."

"It's good he found somewhere to live," Edward said stiffly, sliding down next to me on the chair across from Renesmee. "I was wondering where he was going to stay while we're here."

"How long are we going to be here Dad?" Renesmee asked. We had all been wondering the same. Usually the Cullen's never lived in the same place twice, but Forks was our home. Edward and I had our cottage, and so did the rest of the Cullen's. But if we moved back, it would be the third time the Cullen's lived in Forks. But on the other hand, we already claimed the land and we had friendly relations with the local "werewolves". So it could really go either way in my mind. The choice was supposed to be made by Carlisle, but everyone knew it was really up to Edward.

"A couple years…" Edward started, but Renesmee interrupted with, "So, like a hundred," She growled under her breath.

"Renesmee, I know Forks is your home, but you can't go back to Forks 10 years later looking the same as you did when you left. It might be a hundred, it might be more. We have to be careful. We are walking a fine line as it is, even considering returning to Fork for a third time." Edward sank further into his chair and the crease on his already furrowed brow deepened in thought.

"I'm sorry Daddy. Just, seeing Jacob again… starting a new school… I had always heard about you and Mom's stories from Forks High, and I had always dreamed about going there." Renesmee folded her arms across her chest and leaned back on the couch. I could understand how she was feeling, I just never been on this side of the conversation before. Usually I was the one getting consoled, not giving the advice. I looked quickly to Edward for guidance, but he was lost in thought. I guess I was on my own.

"Sweetie, I get it. You're homesick. We knew it would happen eventually. I'm homesick. The furthest east I had ever been was Phoenix," (Excluding Italy, I added mentally). "And now here I am, living in Maine. New England for Pete's Sake!" I rubbed her arm and kissed her on the forehead. "Don't worry; we'll be back in Fork before you know it. It's our home!"