A/N: Sorry it took a little bit! I wasn't sure what I wanted to happen for this chapter, but I eventually went with this. I hope you like it! & Ahhh! I can't believe I almost have 30 reviews! That is sooo crazy to me! (: thank you thank you thank you. Please review this chapter & I hope you enjoy (: (p.s. sorry it's kind of short, but i didn't want to keep you waiting)

"Renesmee, come look at this," Jacob's low voice calls me from the other side of the living room. "It was my dad's."

Ever since the funeral, which was a few days ago, Jacob has rarely spoke to anyone, including me. I know that he needs time to think, so I haven't been pushing him to talk to me. I just feel that he will talk when he is ready, so I've been by his side, standing quietly next to him. Today we've been going through the items in the house that used to belong to Billy, and Jacob's voice startles me since I haven't heard it in a while.

I slowly get up from the couch, placing the box filled of miscellaneous objects that I was sorting through, onto the coffee table. I walk over to where Jacob is sitting, and I take a seat next to him. In his hand is a worn out photo album with his last name on the cover. "Where'd you find this?"

"It was on the bottom of the book shelf," He tells me, his eyes never leaving the album. A few minutes pass until he finally looks up from the album, and into his eyes. "I don't know if I can do it, yet."

I lean my head onto his shoulder, and he wraps his arm around my waist. "If you feel like you aren't ready yet, then don't do it. It will be here later."

"No, I think I need to look at them." He says after a few moments of silence, and then he draws a deep breath before opening the first page.

A very tan little boy with short black hair smiles at us in the first picture that we see. Underneath, Jacob's name is scribbled with his age –five years old. I smile brightly at the young boy who had no clue what his life was going to turn into, "You were so cute, Jake."

Taking another deep breath he flips the page again, opening up to two new pictures. On the left page two young girls with long, black hair put into braids are smiling into the camera and I know that its Jacob's two sisters when they were younger. When I look at the picture on the right page I almost don't recognize the older man in it. The man is standing up, with a young Jacob riding on his back. It isn't until I read the name underneath the picture that I realize its Billy. This must have been before he was put into his wheelchair.

"This was on my sixth birthday," Jacob says, pulling me in closer to him. "The new bike that I had just gotten is lying in the mud in the background."

I smile as I look at the happiness on both of their faces. "You looked like you were having fun," I whisper lightly.

"We had a lot of fun," He tells me, and out of the corners of my eyes I can see a smile tugging at his lips.

For the next hour I watch as Jacob flips through the pages, each one has a new picture and a new story to tell. One picture of his mom and dad together with him and his sisters caused tears to roll down his cheeks, and it caused my own tears to come. Seeing Jacob in so much pain like he is now causes my own pain. I just held him until he was ready to continue looking.

"What's this?" Jacob asks, as he flips the last page of pictures over and finds a sheet of folded paper. His hands start to shake as he sees what is written on the outside of the paper. The words 'to Jacob, love Dad' are scribbled in Billy's messy writing, and I realize that he must have left a note for Jake.

I watch silently, as Jacob struggles to open up the letter. Not because it is taped or sealed, but because he is afraid what will be written. He is afraid that it will cause him to break down. In all of the years that I have known Jake, I've learned that he isn't one to fall apart for anything. The closest I have seen him is whenever he has had to leave me for a short period, and that wasn't anything near this.

When Jacob opens the note, he holds it so I can read it, too:

Jacob, I am so proud to call you my son. These past years I have watched you grow from a young kid to a strong, brave man. You have had to deal with many tough struggles in your life, and you handle them with such grace –usually. Of course, you have a pretty bad temper, but we can blame that on you being a wolf half the time. I remember when Sam told me that you were Alpha for your own pack...I was so proud of you. Remember, son, that you will do great things. I know that at first I wasn't a fan of you becoming friends with Bella, because she was friends with the Cullens, but I am glad because it brought us all together. I'm going to say a few things about Renesmee, because she is such a big part of your life now. Hold on to her, son, because she is such a lovely young lady. I know that just by hearing her speak your day becomes brighter. Imprinting might be so we can pass the wolf gene, but something is telling me that your imprint is much stronger than that. It is the final connection between our tribe and the Cullens, and if you choose to make a family then you will create a whole new species. I can tell that you make her happier, too. Will you do me a favor, son? If you have kids tell them about their old Grandpa Billy. Let them know how much I love them even though I'll never see them. The doctor has told me I don't have much time left, but I'm not letting that stop me doing anything that I want to do. You know me, I'm all for the action. I may not be as hip as you kids are, but I sure have enjoyed your company. Jacob, be strong. Even if I am gone, that doesn't mean that I am not right here with you. I don't know when you will read this, but just know how much I love you. Love with all of your heart, and learn to be truly happy. Don't feel guilty if you are happy right now where you are, because I don't want to take your happiness. Hopefully when you think of me on laughs will come to mind. I know that your future is bright, and I love you. –Billy.

When I am finished reading the note it leaves me speechless. I never knew how much Billy loved Jacob –and me, and that he knew that his time was running short. I want to cry, but my eyes have cried too many tears this week. Instead, I feel a smile pulling at my lips. Billy was a great man, and such a great father to Jake. He wrote this to comfort Jacob, so he doesn't feel guilty for being happy.

"There is no way he can be gone," Jacob says, folding the note and placing it in the back pocket of his jeans. "The weirdest thing is that I'm not crying. When I opened that letter I thought I was going to break down again, but no tears are coming."

I turn my head up, so I am staring into his brown eyes. I smile, "Even though I am still missing him like crazy, I feel like that note has closed my tears. I know that I will cry in the future about this, but I feel like he stopped them from coming now."

"How is that you know what I'm thinking?" He asks me, picking me up and placing me in his lap. "Do you want to dance?"

Dance? The randomness of his question confuses me, and I intertwine my fingers in between his. "Why dance?"

"I feel like we haven't done anything to be happy about, and my dad's letter really woke me up. We still have to be happy, and you are the happiest thing in my life." Jacob says, slowly standing up and bringing me with him. "Plus, we haven't danced together before."

I giggle as he wraps his arms around my waist, and I wrap mine across his neck. "Jacob Black, I love you."

"I love you, too." He says with a smile, and then places his lips on mine. After a minute, we break apart.

I get up on my tiptoes, and try to reach his ear so I can whisper, "We don't have any music."

"We don't need music," He says with a wink, and then starts spinning in circles. I laugh as he grabs my hand, and starts spinning me.

As I am spinning into his arms, I find us both laughing more than we have in a long time. It gives me comfort knowing that we will be okay, and even in this time of what seems like complete darkness, we find the light in each other. I feel like Billy knew how much this would affect us, and how he could use his words to make us feel so better. When Jacob pulls me in closer to him, and I find myself staring into his eyes I find what is keeping me here. Through all of the times that we will have together, whether tough or happy, I know that he will always be there with me.