Guys, I'm back!!! Before we start thank you so much to every single one of you who gave Finding Solace the light of day. Your support and response were absolutely mind-blowing. :)

So anyway I did a lot of thinking and came to the conclusion that for every story I write $60 are gonna be donated to a charity, like in Finding Solace with the Shamrocks, remember? This time though, they'll go to "March of Dimes", an organization that's fighting to help prevent premature births and the defects that accompany it, their goal? To one day have all babies born healthy. So, all of you FS reviewers who didn't get a Shamrock will get a dollar donated in your name, again I hope you all like the idea. As to why I'll donate for every story? Well... why not? I'll probably waste that money and I'm sure it can be put to better use. Btw, March of Dimes is teamed up worldwide, that means they really are fighting for every child, not just here in the US, that's nice, isn't it?

Thanks a million to Channy, who would rather go by LimitedBannerMaker, whose enthusiasm when she read this was very encouraging. :)

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Well kept secrets

"Momma?" I called in a whisper, knowing she would hear me anyway.

I heard her quiet footsteps approaching, though, being a hybrid; my hearing was not as developed as my vampire family's, it was still much better than the average human's. Or above average human's, for that matter.

Seconds later she came into view. A smile spread on her face as she took in my outfit. The rest of my family followed behind.

"What do you think?" I asked quietly, and proceeded to bite down on my lip.

She came closer and put both her hands on my shoulders, her eyes appraising. I waited nervously. Finally her gaze connected with mine, love shined in it. She got on her tippy toes and her arms rounded on my neck in a strong hug.

"You look so beautiful, Nessie." She sighed in my ear. A smile evident in her voice.

I dipped my frame a little so I could meet her hug. At 5'8" I stood right between my Mother's 5'4" and my Father's 6'2". Lifting my gaze I saw the rest of my family, safe for Uncle Emmett smiling at us. My Father's smile was a little strained but he was making his best effort not to ruin this for me.

"Let's take your picture, Nessie!!!" Aunt Alice said excitedly, bouncing up and down.

My Mom released me and my Dad went to round his arms on her waist. She looked ready to cry, if that were not impossible and I saw my Dad come down and whisper soothing words only for the two of them. She started nodding, resigned.

A flash took me by surprise and the next few minutes starred me and a camera. Posing for Aunt Alice was tiresome, but I was old enough to know her enthusiasm couldn't be reined in.

I was sixteen now. Literally. It was a little odd because I looked more like an eighteen or nineteen year old, thus looking older than my parents and Aunt Alice. I looked about the same age of Uncle Jasper, Uncle Emmett and Aunt Rosalie. I still looked younger than my Grandparents, both sets. Thankfully my aging stopped after seven years, everyone had been a little afraid at first that it wouldn't stop, had that been true I would have ceased to exist last year. The only good thing our confrontation with the Volturi left us was a little more knowledge about the expected growth rate of a vampire hybrid, like me. Well, that and friends all over.

Eventually Uncle Jasper was able to get the camera away from Aunt Alice and I finally relaxed my jaw, my cheeks hurt from plastering a smile on my face for over two hundred shots.

Aunt Alice approached me and talking a mile a minute she expressed her joy at my having a better sense of fashion than my Mother, she swore the difference was that it was ingrained into me since birth, and really, it had. In my sixteen years of life, I have never, not once worn the same outfit twice, nor had anyone else in my family. Grandpa Charlie included. Once he had accepted our 'need to know' status, Aunt Alice had taken care of him too. She charmed her way into his closet. He was the best dressed Chief of Police the town of Forks ever saw. Aunt Rose was playing with my hair. My natural ringlets had been straightened for today.

Today was special, really special. I, Renesmee Carlie Cullen was going on my first-ever date. And I was nervous.

Jacob had always been there for me, since I could remember. He had always been exactly what I needed, a friend, a shoulder to cry on, a confident. Anything I needed, he became. But in the past couple of years he had slowly started to become something more, I liked him, really liked him, I liked everything about him, and despite having no previous experience to compare to I knew that I was slowly, quietly starting to fall for him. I loved the feel of his warm embrace, the gentle touch that defied his size, but mostly I loved how he looked at me, like I was all he needed. All he wanted.

The weird thing, though, was that he had only asked me out last week. And I had reached maturity nine years ago. At the beginning I didn't mind, but then I started to see him with different eyes and I didn't know if he felt the same, I thought maybe he was shy or that he didn't see me that way but I never said anything. And then last week, completely out of the blue he asks me out, on a date. I couldn't say yes fast enough. It took a week because, well because of Dad.

I love him to death, but really, did he have to tell Jacob he had to think about letting me go out with him, did he have to think for three whole days?? And most especially, did those three days have to be over the weekend? So when he finally agreed it was Monday and he had the excuse of school for not letting me go. So for a long, tedious week I waited impatiently, but today I'd be rewarded for my wait.

Dad, of course also had rules. Pretty standard, according to everyone. One of them though, well it kind of made me laugh, in secret of course. "Absolutely no rated R, movies Nessie!!" he started, "As a matter of fact, no movies altogether." I briefly wondered if his aversion to the movies came from the fact that every time they went, according to Uncle Emmett, Dad -being the "boyish- looking one"- was the only one to get I. D'd. And seriously, I had been able to get into rated R movies when I was seven!! Yeah, that would've irked me too. So anyway, no movies. That was fine; Port Townsend in Jefferson County, Washington had other diversions. Admittedly not many, but I'm sure we'll find something. If anything, Seattle was just 40 miles away.

Port Townsend is Southeast of Clallam County, where Forks is. It's a 19-th century looking city, which the majority of my family was from. That's where we've been residing for the past three years. It was close enough to Forks that visits to Grandpa Charlie weren't rare, but it was just far enough from Forks that all the people my family went to high school with wouldn't notice they hadn't grown in the past sixteen years.

My eyes wandered to the clock on the wall, Jake should be here soon. I got even more nervous; for lack of anything to do I sat on the couch, trying to keep as still as possible so I wouldn't wrinkle my clothes. The rest of my family followed suit.

I knew they were all looking at me and I didn't know how to stop it. I coughed in an attempt to distract them and ventured a surreptitious glance upwards; they were still looking at me.

Uncle Jasper must've sense my discomfort because I felt a soothing wave come over me, I welcomed it.

"So, Nessie," He asked in a voice that match his cool emotions. "Where are you guys going?"

"Um, I'm not really sure. He said he wanted to surprise me." I admitted in a tiny voice, feeling my cheeks heat up. Mom passed that lovely trait to me. I kinda hated it but Jacob said he liked it. He said it was his second favorite trait on me, after my eyes.

Without meaning to I started thinking about my favorite traits on him. His copper skin, his sparkling eyes, his soft shaggy hair, no matter the length, his handsome face and finally his smile, his warm, inviting smile and the lips that allowed it. They looked and felt soft; I'd traced my fingers over them countless times but had never actually tested them. It was weird, we'd get caught up in the moment and when I thought he'd leaned down he would turn away and cough and the moment would get ruined. Maybe it was because my family was within hearing distance whenever I traced his lips. Maybe I would get to test that theory today; there would be no supervision around us. I didn't want a lot, I knew human physiology well, but I just wanted a kiss, my first kiss. Like I saw in all the movies and shows, like I read about in all the books and magazines, like the ones everyone who surrounded me had already experienced. That was all I wanted, one kiss from Jacob Black.

I saw my Dad squirm and realized too late that my mind-reading Father had complete access to the ideas swirling in my head about kissing a boy- man… guy. He looked even more uncomfortable than I did. I looked down. "Nessie…" he said in a whisper, "maybe this isn't such a good idea."

My head snapped up, my eyes wide. "What? Why?"

He looked at me with a pained expression I hadn't seen before, his eyes shifting between my Mom and me. Mom looked up at him, she stared into his eyes for a few seconds and I saw him nod in response. So she had dropped her shield to ask him something, then. Mom's face now matched the same expression that was on Dad's. She went to look down.

"Guys, why don't you… give us a second?" I heard Dad say in a vampire whisper.

I was beyond confused now, what was he going to say to me, that I couldn't go? That wasn't fair.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Edward, maybe-" Aunt Alice started.

"She's falling for him Alice." He interrupted quietly, he sounded defeated. "Swiftly."

If I wasn't so confused I would be beyond embarrassed that he had just said that out loud.

At his words everyone's faces seemed to understand and react to something I didn't. They all looked at me for a second and then went to look down.

Dad approached me slowly; he got on his knees in front of me and took my hand. "Nessie, honey the last thing I want is to ruin your first date. I'm so sorry for this, I really am… I just never would've imagined that you would actually like him that way. And we should've told you sooner, we wanted to, we just didn't know how, that's why I took so long to agree to this. I wish we could spare you this Nessie, I really do…" He fell quiet and I remained confused. "Nessie, Jacob, when he was younger he- he became very good friends with someone and eventually those feelings developed into something else, he fell in love with her Nessie…"

That stung but I wasn't foolish enough to believe that I was the first person Jacob had ever asked out. He was technically thirty-two. Though he looked about twenty-five, but he was really sixteen, anyway, obviously there had to have been someone before.

"What's up?" I heard Uncle Emmett's loud voice ask everyone.

Aunt Rosalie shh'ed him quickly. "They're telling her about Jacob and-" I caught her breathed sentence.

In a nanosecond I felt his bear grip encircle me. "It's okay Nessie. Your Mom and Jacob only kissed like twice, I think. I mean they did fall in love and they would've married eventually had it not been for your Dad but they moved on. She was human, she didn't know any better than to fall for a pup, and then he imprinted on you so he got over it. In a way it's kinda funny, he can't seem to get over the Swan girls."

His booming laughter was the only sound to be heard in the room.

I hope you all liked it, I don't actually know if this has been done before, because I just couldn't be bothered to check, sorry if I stole anyone's idea.

It'd be nice to hear from all of you again, as it would be to hear from those I haven't yet.

Next chapter will be up by Wednesday, maybe? Don't worry though, this story's gonna be a lot shorter than FS.

Anyway have a great day... and, um, would you let me know what you thought? I know I'm begging now, I just can't help it.