AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so a friend pointed out that I made a few mistakes in the last two chapters like I put that Bella had brown eyes when they are gold now because she is a vampire and I put that Edward's hand was cold, but Bella is a vampire so the temperature would feel normal to her because she is cold too. So thank you for telling me those mistakes and I won't make them again. I guess I'm just not used to Bella being a vampire…

Edward and I were sitting on his old bed, our hands entwined. He was watching them move as one as I remembered he did a lot when he was thinking. I was on my bed, looking up at the smooth, white ceiling when I heard a strong knock at the door. It pounded four, rhythmic beats.

"Let me in," demanded a husky voice. But before we even moved, which I can tell neither of us planned on doing, the door burst open. In the doorway stood a tall, Native American with creamy brown skin and oil black hair cascading down his broad shoulders. At first his face was twisted in rage, but then he watched us for a moment and his demeanor softened.

"What do you want, Jacob?" Edward asked, trying to sound angry, but it came out as a sigh.

"I came here to tell you that you should be happy for Renesmee because she thought you guys were mad at me and it was tearing her up….but-."

"We're not mad at you, Jacob," I murmured.

"Then what's wrong?"

"No, Bella. We are mad, don't sugarcoat it. He's you're friend. Tell him the truth." I could feel the sourness in Edward's tone. When I didn't respond, he went ahead and talked for me. "One thing, did you ask for our blessing? Also, you have to know how hard this is for Bella. In reality, Nessie is only about 11 years old! And now we're losing her when half the time she's been around was time spent with you. We're her parent's."

"I didn't ask for your blessing because I knew you'd say yes!"

"You don't know that."

"I thought you said you would do whatever makes Renesmee happy, you hypocritical bloodsuckers!"

Edward's jaw clenched tight enough to snap his glistening white teeth. "I thought we'd made a truce. But I'm guessing I was mistaken."

"You were." Jacob took one step backwards out into the hallway and slammed the door so hard that the whole house shook. "We're getting married no matter what you say," he grumbled.

Edward's head fell into his sheet white hands. He didn't move an inch, a statue once again. I rubbed his shoulder and sat up.

"What's wrong?" I asked quietly.

"I am a horrible father."