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I don't even know how long we stayed in the rain, kissing and hugging. We probably would have gotten hypothermia or the flu or something if both weren't unnaturally warm. I just know that it is one of my favorite memories, and even when I've seen a million centuries go by, I will always remember the day Jacob Black asked me to marry him, like it was yesterday.

When we finally broke apart, reality came crashing down.

"We have to tell your parents." Jacob said, suddenly looking scared.

"Oh, no, Jake, you, um, didn't talk to my dad?"

"No, let's do this thing."

We walked, hand in hand, to where my car was parked on the curb in front of the restaurant where we had lunch. We were quiet on the way home, both of us imagining the family's reaction to our announcement.

We arrived at our driveway, and turned in. When we reached the house, I took a deep breath, and opened my door. I knew that the family already knew I was home, but I was wondering if they already knew about the announcement from Alice seeing it, or if my dad could hear Jacob and I thinking.

"Think trivial things." I muttered to Jake, but I knew that my family would have heard that, and were probably going crazy wondering what we were hiding from dad. We approached the door, but it was opened before we could touch it by Carlisle, looking grave. No pun intended.

"Jacob, Renesmee." Carlisle said before motioning for us to follow him into the living area. I saw everyone in the family sitting in the living room, Mom and Dad sitting on the loveseat, Emmett, Jasper and Alice on the couch, looking unconcerned, Rosalie standing behind the couch with her arms crossed, and Esme, standing off to the side.

Jacob started speaking, and a feeling of calm washed over me.

"Edward, Bella, I have some extraordinary news. As, you know, I love Nessie, and I always want to be with her. I have asked her to marry me -"

"-And I said yes." I interrupted.

The reaction was instant, and actually pretty scary. My parents jumped up, my mom screamed "What is your problem, Jake?" my dad looked ready to kill Jake, Alice was filled with excitement, and looked like her face might crack in half, her smile was so wide. Rosalie looked upset, Emmett looked at me with disappointment in his eyes, Esme looked like she felt bad for me, Jasper looked uncomfortable, as always, and Carlisle seemed more concerned about the reaction than about the actual announcement.

"Jacob, how could you, she's my baby!" screamed Mom, looking ready to rip his head off.

"Bella, I-" Jacob stammered looking fully shocked by the reaction, but, then again, I probably had the same expression on my face.

"Mom, I'm not a baby, I'm eighteen years old!"

"Renesmee, compared to us, you are still a baby." Dad said, his voice deathly low.

"Dad, it's not my fault you're incredibly old!"

"Maybe you four should discuss this privately, that might help." Carlisle suggested, while Jasper once again tried to calm us down.

"Alright, kids, let's go to my office." Dad said, leading us into it.

As we were walking in, Jacob worked on trying to convince my Mom.

"Come on, Bells. You married Edward when you were eighteen. And, you'd known him for a lot less years. I've loved Renesmee since she was born."

"What?" I said, confused. I had never really bothered to figure it out before, but my mother was only thirty-six. Her birthday was in September, and her anniversary was in August, but I was born in early September. That left only one month in between her marriage and my birth. I had grown unnaturally fast during my childhood, and had been physically seventeen for many years now, but only one month of pregnancy? That seemed suspicious. "Mom, you were only eighteen when you got married?" I asked, but everyone ignored me. I was not used to being ignored, usually in my family I was the center of attention. What Jake had said must have really upset mom and dad.

"Jake, I know, and I know you're good for her and you love her, but she's young, and there's no rush."

"Bella, I don't see any reason not to get married. I love her, she loves me, we're perfect for each other, and I was to be hers."

"Jacob, we have discussed this before," my father said as he shut the door.

"Edward, really," Jacob interrupted.

"Wait, what? You've talked about this before?" I quickly asked, before they could move on.

"Yeah, Ness, when you were born, he nearly killed me."

"That is still a possibility, Jacob"

"Daddy!"

"Jacob, when we discussed this eighteen years ago, you told me you would wait."

"Edward, I have waited, but Nessie's eighteen now, and she is old enough to know what she wants."

"No, no she's not! You're supposed to live before you get married, you're supposed to get a chance to make mistakes!" Mom cried through her tears.

"Mommy, I can live after, but I love Jacob, and we probably love each other more than you and Daddy. He imprinted on me, and nothing you two say is going to keep us apart!"

"What is that supposed to mean, Renesmee?" my father demanded.

"When we came here today, we weren't asking your permission, we were telling you. We thought you'd be happy. And, apparently, you have no right to get angry with me, because Mom was only eighteen when you married her and knocked her up, Dad. Pretend you're perfect all you want, but you're not fooling me, not anymore." The expression on my father's face was enough to make me wish I hadn't said that. I had always thought that he regretted getting my mom pregnant, and consequently having me, but now it was more apparent to me than ever.

"Renesmee, calm down," my mother tried to sooth me by rubbing my back, but I shrugged her off.

"No, I will not calm down, and if you two don't want us to get married, then we won't bother to invite you! We don't need a big wedding; I'm fine with driving to Vegas! I had wanted to include you, but if you're going to be this way, then you don't have to be a part of this! You're just being hypocritical, and I want it to stop!" I screamed, with tears streaming down my face.

"Nessie, we are different people, and Edward and Jacob are also two very different people."

"Bella, what are you trying to say?" demanded Jacob.

"Jake, it's just that, well, she's so young, and she hasn't lived for real yet."

"Bella, we're immortal, she has time to live later."

"How about we ask Renesmee what she has to say?" Dad said, not quite shouting, but with a touch of frustration.

"Daddy, I love Jacob, I will always love him. He means so much to me. Daddy, I wouldn't be able to survive without him. He makes me whole. I love him like you love Mommy."

"Let me talk to Jacob for a while, please girls."

Mom and I went, and everyone was silent as we walked into the living room. It was unusual, in my lively (once again, no pun intended) family, for everyone to be completely silent. The group assembled all looked towards us. I looked toward Emmett, whose opinion I valued incredibly, and he didn't seem disappointed, anymore, just resigned to what was bound to happen. Rosalie still looked upset, and Esme still like she felt bad for me. I didn't feel like I could face my mother yet, so, I went over to Rosalie, and put my hand on her arm. She didn't look up, just kept staring straight ahead.

"Rose?" I said softly. "Rose, I don't know what's wrong, why do you look sad?"

"Don't worry about me, Nessie. I'm just remembering."

"What are you remembering, Rose?"