I do not own the Twilight Saga

It was like a knife to the chest. The kind of knife used for cutting and gutting wild animals, thick with ridges easier to cut through flesh. I wasn't expecting this sort of feeling. As a matter-of-fact, I had not felt this way since I was left alone in the thick woods, surrounded by my own grief. The shock of it confused me momentarily as I sat in what was dubbed by my children the "sardine can". Memories flooded every crevice of my brain, seeping in to where I had long boarded off. Though these memories were like looking into the murky water of a man made lake, I could still feel and hear the voices and words coming at me. The sound of Charlie shaking off his boots, the creek of the windows, running water in the one and only bathroom...

The knife twisted again and I was now forced out of my safe enclosure on to my once and now, once again, home. It was the same, I had figured it would never change unless someone else moved in. It was comforting in a way that wasn't heartbreaking. Once lost and now home...

"Mom?" Renesemee. I had forgotten so easily..."We don't need to do this... I talked to Jacob and he really doesn't mind. Home sweet Res and all.." She tried giving me a smile before taking my hand and tugging me through the doorway.

It smelled the same way. Minus myself in the air, it was all Charlie and a bit of Sue here and there. I looked to Jacob and laughed, "I saw it coming from day one. Parent's of mythical creatures must really bond well, you think?"

The glint in his eye said it all. My Jacob, the easy read. I never imagined our relationship being so simple. I guess there wasn't any room for mixed feelings with my future Son-in-law. Gross, kinda. But our love was simple. I loved him as my best and only friend and as the man that loved my daughter. Their love was so pure it was hard to watch. And hard to seperate them sometimes... Not that I would let him touch her. Blood would be shed the first time any of the sort happened.

"Charlie said he would meet us here but I guess he's still with Dad. You need help with your bags?" Jacob eyed my lousey three bags of clothes. I could see him struggling not to bound up the stairs to help Nessie. "No, go ahead. I'm stronger than you anyway, Mut." He was gone in an instant. I sighed. How would I keep them apart? .... Masen.

Once my sweet little boy now looked more like a man. He was the perfect balance of the two of us, an equal mixture. Every now and then if I looked too close I saw him, whether it's in the curve of his smile or his fly away hair. My strong man would enforce the rules even if I didn't ask. He loved Jacob, he was family, but if he dared to lay a hand on his sister..

The threat was lost in my mind as Charlie's kind-of, sort-of new truck pulled up with new mattresses in the tail bed. His wrinkled smile greeted me at the open door, "Hey Bells! Where are the kids?" The Kids. Jacob was awkwardly thrown into the kid group, I the adult.

"Up-stairs settling. Masen is checking out the woods." He looked at me, horrified for a split second. "It's okay, I can hear him. He's not far and he was warned."

"Alright then." He gave an awkward huff before plopping down in front of the flat screen. Wasn't this the same pattern as before? Some things time can not get its nastey hands on.

I browsed the new photos of Nessie and Masen lining the walls before heading towards the woods. If there was one thing my son and his father had in common, it was sulking. He could pout all he wanted though. There was no chance I would let my happiness interfere with his.

"I'm fine, Mom." Straight to the point. He was no mind-reader but he had a feel for things. I always just assumed he was almost like his "Aunt" in this way. He could tell who would say what, tell who had made up their mind and what their choice was. Sometimes bothersome, it helped in sticky situations.

"I'm not here to talk, you know this. I just want to be with you.. It's a hard transition and you know what we face. I will not leave my boy alone." He looked down from his perch on a branch directly above my head. "How long do you think we have before they show their faces?" His lip curled downward at me.

"I'm not sure, but it will be soon. The one I told you about, she will see me. I'm not sure if she will see you or Nessie, given that Jacob is always around you. But I promise you it will be soon." I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He had grown up with a hate in his heart for the family he never knew. I didn't allow his hate to be voiced in my presence, I didn't see them in that light. Jacob was another story.

"They'll have another thing coming when they meet me, that's for sure! I won't let 'em near you, Mom. I promise." The truth rang in his words and I knew when it was time for our meeting I would have to fight him to leave me in their presence. I smiled up at him and climbed up to sit next to him.

"You know I won't be hurt. We have the wolf pack to reassure that." I looked at him from the corner of my eye only to see him roll his. "Those Muts have nothing on me" My sweet, beatifully cocky child. Always ready for a challenge. The thought of him in any fight terrified me to the core and I outwardly shivered.

"If I have any word, you will never enter in to any fight. It is me that protects you. Mother protects child. Not the other way around." My tone warned him to keep quiet. We enjoyed the rest of our time spent in the tree-tops.

The fun would not last long.