My poor mood lasted the rest of the week. Jacob took very little notice though. He was too busy talking with Sam and Emily and Billy. The news of the baby spread through La Push quickly, and the tribe was thrilled. Everyone was anxious to know what this child would be. I knew Jacob wanted to be back home, and he was staying here because I wanted him here. It didn't feel right to keep him from his family when there was a definite cause of celebration, but I was afraid that if I told him to go, he'd never come back. He'd find someone else, someone who could give him what he would someday want. Someone who wasn't me.

My thoughts were driving my father crazy. He found a way to blame himself for my misery, even though it was no more his fault then anything. He didn't make me into what I was. Granted, he was responsible for my conception, but I couldn't blame him for anything that had happened since then. My life had been a happy one until right now. I forgot how complicated things could be, dating a mortal (technically anyway). My father didn't share my fears with anyone else, although Alice had a pretty good catch on what was going on. Her visions were hazy as they involved Jacob, but for once, not totally invisible to her. Jasper had used his gift to cheer me up, against my will, when I was with the family. I was okay with being miserable, I deserved it. For once, I hated what I was. I almost wish Jacob could have picked up on my misery, I wanted to talk to him about it. To give him a way out before the wedding. I didn't want him to stay with me out of guilt or obligation. I knew by not talking to him I was prolonging the inevitable, but could I just let him leave? I wasn't sure.

"Jake.." I called. He was upstairs reading up on legends of his tribe. Both Jacob and Sam had dug into research the past few days, trying to read up on anything that might give them an idea what Emily's baby would be.

"Yea?" he said, not looking up from the computer screen.

"Jake, we need to talk.." I said quietly. My reluctance to speak must have tipped him off, because he looked at me as if he was really concerned. I had his undivided attention.

"Whats up?"

"Jake, it's about the wedding.. if you want to call it off, I don't blame you.." I said, not looking at him as I spoke.

"What? Why would I want to call it off?!" he demanded. I'd made him angry, not the intention.

"Because.. we'll never be like Sam and Emily. We'll never have kids Jacob. I know you want that.. I can't give it to you.." I said sadly.

"Is that what you think? That I would call of our wedding because some day I might be jealous of the fact Sam and Emily have a kid. That's sick Ness." He said, still angry.

"Is it Jacob? I just wanted to give you the option of walking away Jacob, guilt free."

"I can't leave you Renesmee. Even if I wanted too.. I don't know how. I don't have the strength to walk away from you. When we were separated for awhile.. it killed me. You don't understand that my people, the ones like me, when we imprint on someone, leaving that person is never an option." He said, his voice still tense.

"So you're saying you'd leave if you had the choice nice Jacob!…" I growled, storming out of the room, downstairs, and outside. I needed to hunt, to be in control of something. I knew Jacob was right behind me, and I didn't care.

"Hey, would you hold up a second!" he yelled.

"No."

"Ness.. I didn't mean that I stay with you because I have to. I do love you, ya know.."

"Yea.. whatever Jacob. We'll argue about this later. Last thing we need is you losing your temper.."

"Me losing my temper? Honestly Ness, I think you're the biggest risk of injuring someone while you're angry." He barked back.

"I haven't hurt anyone in a long time, or tried too for that matter, so pick a new argument wolf." I snarled. He was really pushing my buttons.

"Wolf? I'm the animal now? I've never complained about you being a vampire, bloodsucker. I've dealt with it.."

I could feel myself losing my grip on control. I didn't know how long I could last without attacking him, but I felt it was coming to that point. Yet, I fueled the argument further.

"Bloodsucker? Really, haven't we already this argument Jacob. It's not my fault you imprinted on a vampire baby. Who does that anyway? You sick, demented, house dog.." That was it, he phased and I was crouching down, ready to attack. I don't know who lunged first, but we were fighting like enemies less than a second later. I don't know who stopped us, but I do remember feeling something tear and feeling pain. Lots of pain.

"What did you do to her you dog!" I heard my father growl. I looked down and saw nothing where my hand should have been. He tore it off. He actually ripped my hand off. As mad as I should have been, I found it hilarious..

"She started it!" Jacob yelled, he must have phased back.

"You're lucky I don't rip you apart where you stand animal.." my father snarled back. I however, laughed.

"You ripped my hand off Jacob.. who does that?" I laughed.

Both my father and Jacob stared at me, dumbfounded. I looked down and saw my hand inching it's way back to me. That was kind of disturbing, but I still laughed.

"I'll go get Carlisle.." Jacob said glumly.

"Renesmee, what was that about?" my father said, aggravated.

"Dad you already know. You heard everything. We lost control of our tempers. It happens.." I replied.

"He could have killed you.."

I snorted, "He could have tried.."

"Then you would have killed him. Could you live with that? We're born enemies Renesmee. If you lose your temper like that, and so does he, you could kill one another. Have you looked at Emily's face? Do you know she carries those scars? It's not to make a fashion statement.. It's because Sam lost his temper with her and she almost died."

"Dad, we're different then them.." I protested.

"Then quit being jealous of what they have and accept that this is your life. Do not give Jacob a reason to walk away."

I sighed. He was right. Jacob would make up his own mind, it wasn't for me to do for him. If he wanted to be with someone else, he wouldn't have imprinted on me. That was the way things worked for him and his kind. I picked up my severed hand and carried it, squirming and all, into Carlisle, who only laughed as he reattached the all but still limb. Jacob watched with disgust, but our fight was clearly over, (although he still had explaining to do to my dad..). The rest of the week carried on with little excitement.