Ok, so to answer one of the more popular questions: Bella is a vampire, yes. The reason Jake and the Pack haven't aged is because they are werewolves, and werewolves don't age. (It's in the book people).

This is set after New Moon, where Edward managed to keep away from her for the duration of her human years. From now on I'll try to stick to only Bella's POV. Except when necessary.

I decided to nickname Renesmee 'Ren' because Nessie just sounds a bit too cutesy for a teenager.

Chapter 2

BPOV

I sighed and got up, slipping over to Jake. "Hey, I need to speak to them for a bit. Can you…?" I didn't need to finish. Jacob immediately grabbed Renesmee's hand and started pulling her towards the door.

Renesmee looked at me, confused. I smiled a bit at her. "I need to talk to them alone for a bit, babe. You guys can come back for dinner with the Pack, ok?."

She nodded, knowing there was something more, but letting Jake pull her towards the door. She reached out and grabbed my hand, sending me a memory of us hugging and wordlessly adding: I love you. You will explain this later.

I nodded and she let Jake finish pulling her towards the hall, taking a last glance at the Cullens, letting her eyes linger on Edward. She glanced back to me, confused again. She rooted herself to the spot for a minute, glancing between me and Edward and then her face exploded into a smile as Jake gave one last tug, pulling her completely into the hall.

I heard a car door slam a few moments later, followed by the roar of the engine. As the sound disappeared, I heard Jake say a rather inappropriate curse word.

It was silent for a minute as the Cullens' eyes stayed riveted to where Renesmee had been. Then as one their eyes shot back to me.

I couldn't help but smile a bit at their reactions. So Aro hadn't told them. I sighed and sat back down in my chair. Almost immediately they snapped out of it.

"What the hell?" Rosalie.

"Whoa." Emmett.

"What happened, Bella?!" Carlisle. I decided to answer Carlisle, since he was the only one who had actually asked me anything. Edward still looked shocked.

"I got pregnant just before Edward left. I was going to inform him, but he ran a bit too fast for me." I looked out the window absently, trying not to remember. "I befriended Jake in the next few days, and he became a werewolf within the month."

I returned my attention to their faces. "The Pack spent night and day trying to find a way to save me, but they couldn't find anything and I refused to kill her." I paused, letting them absorb it.

"Then in swooped the Volturi, who came to visit you, but seemed to have missed out on your forwarding address as well. Aro saved me minutes after she was born, injecting me with so much venom that it saved me. I became a newborn vampire." I turned away again. Of course, Aro tried to persuade us to move in with him in Italy, become one of his guard. We refuse him every year now." I smiled a bit, giggling. "He even tried to get Jake to join, but Jake wouldn't do that; he's imprinted on Renesmee. Wherever she goes, he goes."

I turned back to them, still smiling a bit. Then I removed my mask, letting all my emotions show, dropping my physical shield and letting Jasper know how I felt. I needed them to understand.

"Renesmee stopped aging seven years later at around the human age of seventeen. She's been the same since." I smiled, deciding to add: "She seems to have a bit of all of you in her; Carlisle's compassion, Esmé's love, Jasper's strait forwardness, Alice's energy, Emmett's strength, Rosalie's…confidence, and Edward's intelligence." I turned my eyes to each of them in turn, locking my eyes with theirs. "And she's the only one who's kept me pieced together for so long." I finished, barely whispering the words and keeping my eyes locked on Edward's, determined to make him understand how much I needed Renesmee. He may not love me anymore, but I still loved him.

Then something changed in his eyes. His shock melted into grief as he took in what I said, then they melted into love. I quickly retreated behind my physical shield, alarmed. He couldn't love Renesmee yet, although I knew that he would after he met her, and that confused me. He didn't love me anymore, so why was he looking at me like he used to?

I yanked my eyes away from his and turned them to Carlisle, who was looking just a bit shocked. He started muttering to himself. "Shouldn't be possible…what…"

I smiled. He had a tendency to lose focus when he was shocked. "Carlisle, nobody here speaks mumbo-jumbo." I joked easily, almost freely now. He turned back to me, still curious. "Bella, what did you mean when you said 'Jacob imprinted on'…'on Renesmee'?"

I frowned. Me and my big mouth. "Werewolves have a…different…system when it comes to falling in love. They call it imprinting. Jake imprinted on Renesmee the first time he saw her. Jake will do anything to make Ren happy. They mold to whatever there 'imprintee' needs right then – if she needs a friend, he's that, if she needs a boyfriend, he becomes that. All they care about is the happiness of their 'imprintee'." I smiled as I said it, happy that Jake was happy.

"That's why I'm such close friends with the Pack and why I have so many articles of clothing laying around." I smiled wider. "They come here whenever the need to chill out, or they were on rounds and need a place to crash for the night. The one in the kitchen was Paul; he's definitely the worst of them. He has a temper and he's always hungry, which means I still have to cook almost every night. Emily comes round every once in a while to help."

I got up, reasoning that the conversation was over. At the same time, Sam walked in, wearing only the sweat pants he carried with him. I threw him a shirt I found on a lamp without missing a beat. He caught it, smiling a bit at me, and turned to the Cullens. I put my shield over him.

"Hello. I see you've decided to come back." His face was diplomatically calm. "Did you wish to reinstate the Treaty?"

"They just got here, Sam." I said, rolling my eyes. "Besides, why would they need to?" I walked up and gave him a hug, grinning. "I'm family, aren't I?"

He laughed a bit, removing his ridiculously calm composure. I wondered if I had looked like that. "Of course you are, Bella. But I'm not exactly sure you're a vampire quite yet." I pretended to look insulted.

"That," I said, waggling my finger under his nose and looking at him with fake sternness. "Is not my fault. How the heck was I supposed to know?"

He shrugged, but grinned a bit. "But that still makes you, at least partially, family. But technically you're not one of the Cullens."

I winced, hurt. I knew that perfectly well, but it still hurt for it to be said aloud. I scowled. "No dinner for the dog."

He laughed loud this time, ruffling my hair like Paul. This was by far the most annoying habit the Pack had picked up from Jacob. "I'll be eating at my wife's, thank you." (I know that technically Emily is supposed to be dead, but I can't live without her and Sam together, so deal.)

I rolled my eyes, turning back to the vampires sitting on my couch. "Joker, this one." I mumbled. Then I turned and smiled angelically at Sam. "She's supposed to come here and help me feed the ones on patrol tonight." He scowled at this.

Embry came in a moment later, flanked by Quil. They didn't even spare a glance for the Cullens, going directly to me and doing their puppy dog faces. I groaned, putting my hands over my face and tugging down. "You're on patrol." It wasn't a question. They nodded.

"Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear." I muttered, heading to the kitchen. I pulled a packet of hot dogs out of the refrigerator and threw them to Quil. "Get lost, scoundrel." They grinned, running forward and kissing me on check each.

"Thanks, Bells!" They yelled over their shoulders as the darted into the woods.

I sighed and turned back to Sam. "Where were we?" He rolled his eyes, turning to head after his Pack.

"We'll figure it out later." I turned back to the Cullens.

"Want to help with dinner till Emily comes?" I asked. No one answered; apparently shocked I was so close with the Pack. I stood there for a second, but sighed and gave up, walking towards the kitchen when no one offered.

I opened the refrigerator, grabbing the food and giving it a quick sniff to make sure it was still fresh. I should probably nix that habit; the Pack ate everything long before its expiration date. I closed it and gasped when I saw that Emmett and Alice ad been standing behind it.

"Jeez, guys. Don't do that."

"Bella, you asked for volunteers." I rolled my eyes and threw Emmett a knife.

"You cut these into dime sized rounds." I put the vegetables on the cutting board, then turned to Alice. "You can cook the meat if you want, or you can take desert." I knew before she even said it that she would do desert, so I reached back into the refrigerator and pulled out several different things.

She grinned at me, noticing that I had started moving before she said anything. I grinned back. She was already forgiven in my book; she hadn't chosen to leave, Edward had made her.

I started on the meat, pulling out enough hamburger meat to put the cow back together again. I balanced it in one hand as I opened the door to come outside, kicking the door open with the toe of my foot and walking out onto the front porch. I lit the huge grill and walked back inside while it warmed up.

Alice was waiting with questions. Esmé had joined Emmett while I was gone, and smiled as I came in. I grinned back, then turned to my pixie friend. "No, I have not changed my style." She pouted, then grinned devilishly. I grimaced; I knew what that meant. Shopping. Yippee.

She fired off different questions, following me around as I got everything ready, throwing Esmé two bags of potatoes. Carlisle, Edward, and Jasper decided to sit at the kitchen table, far out of our way. Or maybe just Emmett's way. He had found the he very much liked to cook large amounts of food.

I pulled out huge pots and pans, making their eyes go real big, brining on Alice's brigade on how much humans ate. I made sure to tell her that humans didn't eat this much normally.

Which brought us around to the question of Renesmee's diet. I was immediately the center of attention, every pair of golden eyes riveted on me. "Renesmee eats human food most of the time with the pack, but she likes to hunt as well. She would hunt all the time if she didn't find eating with Paul so darn funny." I giggled at that. They looked at me questioningly. I just shook my head and muttered, "Wait and see."

Alice immediately started firing off questions again, moving away from the subject Renesmee. When Most of the meal was finally done, I threw my mental shield to the surrounding area, coving roughly three miles. I felt Jake and Renesmee on the way up the drive, going slowly.

I took a deep breath to calm myself, then turned to them. They were looking at me again, concerned. Apparently I had missed one of Alice's questions. "Jake and Ren are on their way, as are Sam and Emily." They frowned, trying to listen.

"I don't hear them." Said Carlisle, confused. I smiled a bit.

"Give it a minute, they're about three miles out." I turned back to the stove, ignoring them for a second. "Renesmee doesn't know much about her father. She probably made the connection today, though she only saw you for a minute. I haven't really told her much about you guys." I went silent, listening as I heard first the stereo from Jake's car, then the engine, as it got within a mile.

I turned back and put the last thing on the vast table, standing back to look at my handiwork. The fifteen foot long table was covered. I nodded in satisfaction, then turned my attention back to my audience.

"Chow time."