Once again, I don't own Twilight! Stephenie Meyer does.

Chapter Two! And I did put the flashbacks in italics this time, I do understand how the last chapter was a bit confusing with Nessie's memories and all that. What isn't in italics is the thoughts in her mind when she is thinking about the past, because it was happening now, and not then... Make sense? I don't know. I'm sorry! That is a bit confusing. Thanks for the criticism, it's totally appreciated! Every piece of feedback I get helps me become better in the future.

Chapter 2

NPOV

We both sat there for what seemed like ages in complete silence. Usually Jacob was an open book, but I couldn't read his face this time at all. It was quiet long enough for me to question whether or not he had heard me, so I raised my hand and caressed his cheek, the copper skin hot under my fingertips. I thought about my Forks. First about the Cullen house. Big, beautiful, all lit up in it's glory. I thought about the staircase, and the glass back walls that saw right into the woods. And then my cottage, which had a more thorough tour in my mind, because it had actually been mine... well, ours then. I thought about the beams going across the ceiling, and the fireplace... and then the place where I was put to bed every night to sleep.

My hands lowered into my lap, and I slumped. Jacob's face fell. Could he really be surprised that I remembered so well? I blinked, and then my hand went back to show him something else.

"It's your new room Renesmee." My mother had the most beautiful voice ever. "Isn't it neat"
The responding voice squealed in approval.
"Only the best for our little family." My father's voice came from behind her, and I saw him whisper something in her ear. Bella looked to him and smiled, and then looked back to me.
"The happiest little family in the world." She kissed my forehead. A door slammed in the distance, and a tall black-haired figure was standing in the door. "Hey, what's up?"

My hands fell once more and I huffed in irritation. Being mad at Jacob for something that had happened five years ago wasn't exactly fair, but I couldn't help it. I didn't get to have much time with my mother, and I had maybe a couple memories of her without him somewhere in the picture.

"And what would you call that?" Jacob leaned all the way back against the couch, and I crawled beside him.

I glanced over. How could I ever put feelings like this into real words? There would never be a correct language to express the longing I felt every day to be in my mother's arms again. "I... I miss her, I guess."

"Forks?" He glared at me in disbelief.

"And Forks too. Jake, please... Even if it's just... I have to see it with my own eyes."

"Absolutely not, Nessie. It's way too risky. Maybe when you're older."

I felt the defeat coming on already. "You're supposed to give me whatever I want."

He snorted. I knew a losing battle with him as quickly as it came, but this time I wasn't giving up. What if they'd have lived? Of course they wouldn't have come after me. They'd be bringing the enemy to me that way. My mother would never put me in any kind of danger. What if they had won the fight? They still couldn't have killed all of the leading Italy force, could they? If they had, someone was definitely still looking for me. Looking for them, looking for us. It was a fat chance, but I had to know. I just had to.

I heard the television click on. Jacob was anxious for me to drop the subject. I couldn't blame him; it was hard to do the right thing when your every instinct curbed around another's desires, especially when you strongly disagreed to them. I slipped off the couch and headed upstairs, unnecessarily holding onto the side banister. The bungalow wasn't that big; upstairs it cut off into a short hallway with a bathroom at the top of the stairs, and two bedrooms across from each other. My bed was all white with a canopied top, with little pink fabric butterflies sticking all over the thin white material. I had the ocean view, and from my window you could see the bend of the coast and colorful sailboats that drifted toward the horizon. It was a nice place, perfect for just the two of us. I never wanted to leave. Well... I guess that wasn't entirely true.

I fell over the massive pile of stuffed animals and pillows that had currently resided on my bed. It was still very early in the morning, and there'd be nothing worthwhile to do while all the kids were in school. I heaved a sigh. I didn't care about going to school so much as I did about being normal. Barely a day went by where I wasn't fighting with something out of my control, whether it be my own urges, or my stupid other half's. I know he wanted to change and run around as often as he could, and I wanted that for him. I sure as hell didn't want him to start aging on me. I don't want him to be succumbed to this damned planet forever, however, I wasn't ready to lose Jacob just yet. And let me tell you. Living with a werewolf isn't so bad; you really get used to the smell.

I heard his footsteps trod lazily up the steps and I closed my eyes. I heard the feet stop at my door. "Faker." I opened one eye to peer at him. He smiled bashfully at me. "You comin' to bed?" It was eight in the morning, but he'd been speaking my language.

My bed was cozy, but it was just for looks. Whenever I tried to sleep alone, I was awoken by the nightmares Jacob insisted I'd inherited from my mother. I'd creep in Jake's room in the middle of the night and crawl to him, scared. He'd given up trying to make me stay in my room without much of a fight after a couple months of this, and the habit stuck ever since. I flung my feet over the side of my bed and pushed myself off, following him into the other room. The bed was bigger; a king size, I was sure. It would have to be to fit all of Jake, and his feet would still hang off the end of the bed. I'd put a chest at the foot of the bed and stacked a pile of blankets on it for him to rest his feet. Half the time he just ended up kicking the neatly-folded pile of blankets onto the floor and his feet would hang freely anyway. He never had an easy time staying still when he slept.

We laid there, he was facing me, watching me look at the ceiling. He was adorable when he looked at me that way. I turned my body to face him, laying on my side as well. "I was serious about Forks."

He just cracked a smile at me. "As serious as you were about going to school?"

My brows furrowed. "Jake." I made the word a warning. I can't believe he would mock me at a time like this! ... Well yeah, maybe I can.

"Sure, sure." He yawned.

I stretched my foot over and kicked him.

"Hey hey!" He scooted back. "None of that. Watch where that leg is going, if you don't mind. And this conversation was over before it was began. Go to sleep."

I growled, but I was suddenly too tired to argue back. My head hit the pillow and stayed for all of two seconds when my drift was interrupted by the clicking of the front door. My head snapped up. "Who the he-"

"SHH. It's just Gloria."

I gave him a disgusted look of disbelief. "You gave her a key?!"

He shrugged the shoulder he wasn't laying on, and I heard the inferior footsteps coming up the stairs. "Helloooo? Anybody home?" Gloria was our cleaning lady, among other things. She was a tall tan blond with a disgustingly perfect body shape and full pink lips. Jacob had been all too curious about the Children of the Moon when we'd first moved here, but it wasn't too long before one of them found him. Incidentally, she did a great job with laundry and other la-de-da stuff around the house, so Jacob hired her to be our full-time caretaker. That wasn't why I hadn't liked her...

"Up here Glor." Jacob sat up half-way, propping himself up on his elbows. I scowled at the nickname. "Be nice," he whispered.

Gloria glided into the room, her heavily-painted face lighting up at the sight of us. Her eyes set on Jacob, and she strode over to the other side of the room and knelt down to brush a strand of shoulder-length hair out of his face before plant a kiss on his lips. I rolled my eyes and looked the other way. She went over to meet my gaze, and knelt down. Her smile was bright and bubbly, and her voice then became octaves higher than it should have been. "Hi Vanessa!"

I flashed my teeth at her, mocking an imitation of her enthusiasm. "Hi Glor-i-a!" She giggled and focused her attention back on Jacob. MY Jacob.

"Babe, just letting you know, I took the papers that were on the table and..." I couldn't listen to her talk anymore. Her voice was frying my brain. No one should ever have to hear this at eight in the damn morning. It was injustice. "...So if you need help finding anything you can call me on my..." Her teeth were so white. That had to be fake. Did she paint them? "...And just let them dry in there for a while and they should be done. Oh yeah! And little Nessie. I almost forgot!" She reached into a blue jean purse she'd been carrying and pulled out this atrocious pink thing and threw it at me. "It's a dress! You just grow so fast it's hard to shop for you anymore! You should come shopping with me sometime. It would be so much fun."

I looked at the garment, and then at her. "Hey thanks... Gloria." I flashed her a smile. She smiled back at me while popping a foot into the air, along with a black six-inch stiletto. Who wore those to clean houses? She sprang out the door.

I laid back down. "Since when do I wear pink?"

Jacob mumbled beside me. He was way ahead of me. "Freakin' weird, isn't she?"

"Your girlfriend."

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