Chapter 2; Edwards POV

As soon as I flipped my phone shut the smile disappeared from my lips and I turned around to take in the sight and source of the forementioned problem.

Sitting on Esme's prized couch was Jacob, Seth, and Leah. Probably forever leaving their scent upon the furnature that no one in my family could stand without practice.

It wasn't that the fact that they were here at our home that was the problem, it was the stubborn set in Jacob's jaw and the bags of belongings that sat by their feet, crowding the living room with an ominous promise.

The barest of changes in the wind from outside alerted my to my mate's arrival home even before the door opened and she stepped inside. Her hair was tusseled from the wind and though she breath wasn't necessary to her survival any longer she was panting, obviously from the rush of running she had inherited from me.

For a moment I couldn't think; as always. She, my La Tua Cantante, was so beautiful. Opening my arms just in time to welcome her, she launched forward. I closed my eyes and burried my face into her soft hair. Heaven.

The sound of Jacob clearing his throat made me groan almost inaudibly as I pulled away, still keeping my arm around Bella's shoulders as I took in Leah's uninterested stare, Seth's indulgent smile and Jacob's palpable irritation.

"I'm coming." Jacob said, and I felt my wife stiffen next to me.

"You can't be serious, Jake?" She breahted. "You knew this day was coming."

Running a hand through his short coal coloured hair he sighed. "And I've planned this since then. ...Actually the plan was to storm the house in an epic display of sacrifice, interrupt you while you were here, and demand I come. That got kinda ruined though. You were gone, Seth accidently bought us hot pink luggage and all we interrupted was your leech playing piano. We ended up just sitting her on a couch looking domesticated." He said, obviously trying to lighten the mood though the air surrounding us was thick with tension.

"The three of you have been planning this!?" Her voice only rose slightly, she didn't want Renesmee to hear her.

Seth looked sheepish as he smiled at my love. "Bags have been packed for months." Jacob then interrupted him.

"I don't want them to go." He in turn was interrupted by Leah, who's bored expression finally melted into one of stubborn resistance.

Though her feminine appearance stood out against the two slightly larger males her voice was strong. "But where he goes, we go."

Bella pressed the palms of her hands against her forehead in a purely human show of exapseration that I was known to make from time to time. She turned to me with a look of pleading and I pressed my lips to the top of her head. "He's made up his mind, but it's not really up to me."

Though I myself didn't want them to come, I had always had a feeling he would try something like this. After all, it wasn't I he wanted to follow us for, and thankfully it wasn't my mate either. "Here she comes." I whispered just as our 'teenage' daughter descended the stairs.

Jasper was supposed to be keeping her busy, but as he followed close behind her, chipping pink nail polish from his fingers I knew she hadn't been playing fair.

"Mom!" She exclaimed as Bella turned to greet her, then her glittering eyes landed on Jacob. "Are you going to let them come?" She questioned, looking between I and my wife.

It seemed I wasn't the only one suspicious of the wolves. Renesmee had known as well. Though I wasn't really surprised, it was almost as hard to keep things from her as it was from myself.

Bella's beautiful lips parted, though for a second she was silent due to lack of an answer. "I... I don't know."