I was gunna wait a while before posting another chapter, but since y'all seem to like it; here is chapter too ((very fluffy and corny))
I DO realize it's not my best...but I promise it will get better :P

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except my ideas.

A loud grumble came from the pit of my stomach causing my whole body to shake. I hadn't eaten in a long time, but I was no where near ready to let go of Jake. My stomach moaned again and this time his head flinched.

With a deep sigh I slowly moved my hands out from under his back and rolled off the bed, he tossed gently from the sudden loss of my weight. I felt bad leaving him, but I didn't want to wake him up, and I was terribly hungry. When I reached the door frame another loud

thump came from my parents room, I jumped, startled and hit my head on the frame.

Grasping my mouth with my hand to stop a scream I turned to look at Jacob to make sure I didn't wake him. Good––still asleep.

I walked through the pitch black hallway into the small kitchen. My nose sniffing for anything that might be appetizing. Instantly the smell of Jacob's blood entered my nostrils. I laughed, biting him was never really a problem for me––because I didn't have venom––so now and

then I would playfully take a nibble here and there, but all the same the worried feeling was still there.

I stared out the window into the tree's moving swiftly from the wind. The leaves tapped lightly against certain windows in the house and the noise oddly comforted me. A creak came from my room, and before I could turn he had his chest pressed to my back instantly heating my entire body. I was now uneasily aware that I was only wearing some shorts and a bra. His warm chest made me purr and I let myself sink into him. He slowly chuckled and kissed the top of my head, before placing his chin on it. We fit together perfectly––like two puzzle pieces that only went together. His hands reached for mine at the bottom of my waist and I grabbed onto them willingly, almost forgetting about being hungry. I felt his breath on the top of my head and smiled as we stood there silently for a while.

"You should have woken me," he said in a husky voice.

My toes curled, from under me. I turned around to face him, his eyes watching me the way only he could, arms still around me. I joined him and wrapped my arms around his stomach leaning in for a kiss. His hold on me was tight on me but comfortable, I never wanted him to

let go. He held on tighter hearing my thought and chuckled, his voice hearty.

Grrr, my stomach growled again.

I growled back at it in my head, and he laughed pulling one arm away to reach for a chair and sitting me into it with his other.

"Cereal or Blood?" He asked cringing at his own words, he had gotten so good lately.

I put my nose in the air, arrogant slightly, and sniffed.

"Cereal works." I shrugged.

He swiftly took two bowls from the cupboard, barely looking up or moving away from me to find them. He had been over here so long, so often that it felt he knew this house more than I did. He poured some cereal in both bowls and gave me a smile.

"Milk or Blood?" He asked making a disgusting face.

"Shut up Jacob."

With a hard laugh he went to the fridge and poured both bowls with milk, grabbed only one spoon and sat down placing it in front of me.

"Wow! Two bowls for me...you shouldn't have." I smiled at my acquired sarcastic humor.

"Eat." He said giving me the spoon.

I couldn't, I just sat there watching him watching me. I loved it, I wished I could have this every day. I took a bite. Satisfied he gulped down his bowl finishing it with one swig, still not looking away from me, and tossed it to the sink. It clamped on the metal and another thump

came from the room.

My face hardened. I knew he loved me now, that it was different from the way he used to love my mother–but I knew he loved her–I didn't want him hearing this. I didn't want to hear this, my parents were complete neurotic freaks.

My mind twirled over my thoughts, my dreams. I would have my own place with Jake. Somewhere were we could be alone. I looked down at my ring, shining even now in the complete dark room. I wanted to move, or at least get out of this house. Some small place away from it all, where I could still go to school and he could work with the pack. So that I wouldn't have my family breathing down my back or his every hour of every day.

I was ready for change, Carlisle always did say that my soul looked about twenty two and it would get older by the centuries to come.

I heard the noises stop in my parents room. Something was ruffled and then the closet door opened quickly but didn't shut. Someone opened the bedroom door–I sniffed, Dad–and slammed it shut stomping into the kitchen.

".Cullen." Ugh, I hated when he used my whole name.

"All done dad?" I said eying him curiously, while Jake almost spat milk from his nose at my thought. I had forgotten that I had placed my hand on his.

"Funny, now No."

'No you're not done or no I'm not moving?' I asked removing my hand from Jacob's...I didn't particularly want him to hear that yet.

Jake watched me slowly understanding. I hid my face not embarrassed, but just scared of his reaction.

"Why is he still here?" Dad asked obviously listening to Jacob's thoughts.

"I'm always here pop." He said proudly, I giggled.

He reached for my waist and I slid into his arm, almost by a gravitational force. I sighed.

"STOP THINKING THAT!" Dad yelled at Jake, I had only seen him get this mad once or twice before.

I looked curiously at Jake while he smiled a cocky and curious smile.

"Rather Bells than?" I knew he was kidding but it stung...I didn't like the idea that he had pictured my mother naked before. It disturbed me and my dad.

Dad was furious. A gust of air blew in and mom appeared next to him––her hair obviously confirming my thoughts.

Sex hair

"Bella...hair." Dad said, looking at her lovingly.

"Get out of my head."

"You would want that." He growled at me, while mom embarrassingly combed her tangled brown mess.

"Yes I would prefer my father not listening to my head while he's...er...boinking my mom."

Jacob howled with laughter, and I bit my upper lip knowing I had gone too far, but I was far from done.

"Are you telling me I can't see Jacob?" I asked, Jake suddenly stopped laughing and looked at me.

"Of course not...I cant." Dad said through his teeth.

"Ok what's happening here?" Mom spoke suddenly.

"Ask them." He said politely pointing at me.

The way he treated my mother was so close to what I had seen with imprinting, both with me and Jake as well as with the other members of his pack. He was so careful not to hurt her, only wanting her to be happy that sometimes he ended up leaving details out. It was love,

but it was less honest than what I had with Jake, much less trust and honesty. Dad's left eye twitched out of force, while Jake nodded at my thoughts kissing my palm.

"Renesmee?"

"Nothing."

"Jacob?" I wondered, in my head, if he would tell her but he just simply nodded his head. Yay! He did love me.

Jake's head sprung around looking at me sharply.

"Of course I do."

"Oops, sorry." Stupid brain of mine.

"Ok Edward I'm done, What's going on?" Mom asked impatiently.

"Our daughter seems to have decided that she wants to..." He strained to get words out "...live, with the pup."

Jacob growled, and I let a low hiss go from my teeth.

"What? You're too young."

I heard Jacob sigh, and laugh mysteriously.

Suddenly my father threw himself at Jacob, his teeth baring. Jake was thrust against the wall, his force and my fathers crushing the foundation. I begged for him to 'morph' but he had pushed me away and could no longer hear my thoughts.

"What are you doing?" I screamed, almost in hysterics, at my father.

"Nessie, it's OK." Jake choked out, I swore he was fighting a smile.

"Edward?" My mother asked calmly.

It astonished me how human she seemed sometimes.

"You stop thinking that, and you stop now." Dad growled to Jacob.

"It's true ask her yourself." He smiled.

Oh crap, stupid werewolf!