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Chapter Ten

For the next two days, until Thursday, I was still this white bed's prisoner. I'd always hated being trapped in one place; I'd always been the one moving around all day. But, fortunately, I got to actually sit up and talk. Very generous of them! I thought.

Jacob was still allowed here, thank God. As for Emmett, he still wouldn't joke or lighten the mood as he always does. Both of them, anyway, were receiving a silent treatment from the whole house. Well, the house was quite silent so it didn't make such a difference.

As for school, I wasn't allowed to attend it until Carlisle would give the 'OK'. My friends would text me a couple of times a day, especially Stacey and Brad. They were probably the closest friends I had there. I had to tell them that I'd been in a car accident and that visits weren't allowed. That meant that we'd have to warp my beautiful Nissan before I went back to school again.

Daddy decided that I would be grounded until he decides I wasn't. Which was really, really specific! The only place I was allowed to was school, which meant no going out, no Reservation, no Forks and no shopping. The last one was kind of a relief though.

Alice kept apologizing for not seeing me the whole time that it was getting really annoying. Why wouldn't everyone understand the fact that it was one-hundred percent my fault? I don't know. Even Daddy still blamed Emmett and Jake. And so did everyone else, like I was some kind of a child that was in trouble because her babysitters were busy fighting. Oh, please! When will you get the idea that I'm a grown up?

"When you act like one," Daddy whispered, sitting next to me. He was still mad at me; he even gave me a lecture on trust, personal safety and responsibility towards myself and others. But he couldn't not talk to me; I still was his little girl.

"Daddy, I said I was sorry about one-hundred times now. I truly am sorry. And I promise you that it would never happen again. You, of all people, know that I really mean it. Please, Daddy; I can't stand it when you're mad at me," a tear escaped my eye, probably because the rest of them dried out from all the sobbing the past two days.

"I know you mean it, honey, but it's really hard for me now to trust your judgment; you went grizzly hunting alone by your own free will. That would make anyone question your sanity," he smiled, something that I hadn't seen since Tuesday. Good- there was hope.

"I'm not mad at you anymore; I realized that it won't make anything better. You're still grounded though." I sighed; I knew that.

"So when do I get to at least get out of bed?" I asked, pleading for freedom.

"Carlisle said that you could be able to get out of bed by tomorrow morning. No school till Monday though," he hugged me carefully; sometimes the cuts stung a little, "I love you, sweetie, I know it doesn't seem like it, considering the grounding and all but it's for your own good." I laughed; did he really think I thought he hated me just because he'd decided to ground me? How ridiculous is that?

"I know, Daddy, I love you, too; 'I know it doesn't seem like it', considering the whole me-disobeying-you thing and all." We both chuckled. He sighed.

Daddy, I feel bad for Emmett and Jake. It was my fault; they don't deserve being ignored for what I did. And they shouldn't feel bad for it. What do I do now? I knew Daddy would know how to help me.

"No idea." You must be kidding me!

"I'm not; I told them that they're forgiven and all. But they didn't seem any better. You could try talking to them yourself," he suggested; I hadn't talked to them since that night; I was either sleeping, crying, eating or being examined by Carlisle.

"Can I do that now?"

"Sure. Just don't plan anything else," he added seriously before he left. I nodded.

I decided to save Jake for last, "Emmett?" I called. He was in front of me in a flash.

"Yes, Nessie," he was surprised someone actually talked to him, other than Carlisle and Esme, but he still sounded dead serious. Something unhealthy for the cheerful, playful Emmett.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked, avoiding eye-contact.

"Sure," he sounded the tiniest bit better, but no improvement in his mood.

"I'm sorry, Emmett. It was my entire fault; I shouldn't have done that. I was stupid and rash and-" he cut me off.

"It's kind of my fault, too. I deserve what I'd received. I'm also sorry," he whispered, I pulled him into a hug.

"Please say you forgive me! I won't do it again; I promise. Please, Emmett; have you even noticed how you've been like? You've been more serious than Alice when it comes to shopping!" I managed to get a laugh out of him. The first one in days.

"Of course I forgive you, Nessie Bear! Did you think I liked being serious?" he put on a disgusted face then we both laughed.

"Thanks, Em." He hugged me tighter.

"Emmett…cuts…hurt!" I winced hardly. He released me immediately.

"Sorry," he said, smiling.

"So, how was school the last two days?" I asked, since Jake was nowhere around, still in the Rez.

He laughed, "Boring! I didn't find an excuse to tease that Peterson kid!" I joined his laughter, "Oh, yeah. Speaking of Mr. Peterson, we had Geometry homework today; something about tangent segments or some crap like that. Yours is still with him though; it was explained yesterday so I thought you wouldn't figure it out on your own so I just left it with him,"

"Daddy would've helped,"

"Yeah, maybe. Well, anyways, it's with him, just take it on Monday," he replied, smiling.

"Sure."

He was about to get up when I called him again, whispering this time.

"Yeah?" he whispered back.

"You know, despite everything, the first grizzly was delicious!"

"First? How many did you hunt?"

"Just one, the 'second' one was the one with the huge claws," I said, smirking.

"You know, Nessie,"

"What?"

"I won't allow grizzly hunting next time, even if Edward does," he said, seriously. I sighed and nodded. He got out of the room.

I remembered Jake then, how much I missed him; his smile, my smile, his scent, his warm embrace; everything about him. Every single thing about Jacob Black, I missed.

I called him, intending on inviting him over so we could talk.

"Hello?"

"Jake!"

"Nessie! What? You get to talk now?" I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Yep!"

"Did you get out of bed?"

"Naw, not yet anyways, tomorrow morning,"

"Did-" I cut him off,

"I'm calling to ask you to come! Now, stop asking me questions and come here, please, Jake; I need to talk to you." And I need you, I miss you like hell, please don't leave me again. I added mentally.

"Yeah! Sure; I'll be over as soon as I can,"

"Which is when?" I asked, suspicion in my voice.

"An hour or so; there are some, well, stuff with the Pack that we need to discuss. I'll come as soon as it's over, I promise,"

"Something important?"

"We're not quite sure yet. But just don't worry, everything's fine, I guess,"

"Aha, okay, then; I won't waste your time; the sooner you talk to them the sooner I talk to you," I smiled.

"Sure, sure. See you, Ness. Love you,"

"Love you, too, Jake." I snapped my phone shut and sighed; I needed to talk to him about that, too.

I wondered what was wrong with the Pack; there haven't been any serious issues since the Volturi went to Forks. Maybe someone joined them recently, or someone imprinted. I doubted that there were any 'vampire' issues; we would've known since we were the largest coven after the Volturi.

Momma entered the room then. She was the only one who was neither mad at me or the others; she would talk to me, comfort me and spoil me in a way I didn't deserve.

"You want to eat now?" I heard my stomach growling. I blushed.

"I think that's a yes," I answered her, grinning. She chuckled and was going out of the room to get me some food.

"Momma?" I called her, causing her to stop at the kitchen door.

"Yes, honey?"

"Don't I get to drink some blood? I'm sick of eating eggs and chocolate all day,"

She considered that for a moment, "I don't think we have any animal blood around here,"

"That's not what I meant; we still have the O negative stored for me,"

"Oh," understanding crossed her face, "No, Renesmee, I won't let you drink any human blood, you know that!" I sighed.

"Fine," I muttered; I wanted something really appetizing.

The next two hours passed slowly; I ate, watched some TV with Emmett and Rosalie, discussed the possibility of mixing some new colors with Alice, studied Chemistry with Daddy and had Carlisle examine me for the second time today. 'Over-protective' was nowhere near describing my family. Then I heard the doorbell ring, Momma answered it.

"Hey, Jake,"

"Hey, Bells, where's Nessie?"

"Right there," she said, pointing at me. I smiled; I was finally going to talk to him again.

As soon as he got to where I was, I hugged him carefully. He kissed my forehead.

"How are you, now?" he asked.

"Better. How are you doing?"

"Good. I just missed talking to you so much," he whispered, his face so close to mine that I couldn't breathe evenly while inhaling his musky scent.

"Me too," I managed to whisper. He pulled his face away from mine a little.

"So, when are you going back to school?"

"Monday,"

"You told everyone you've been in an accident or what?"

"Car accident,"

"Oh, so how are you going to go to school?" I rolled my eyes.

"Jake, we have more cars than the President does, I bet!" He laughed.

"Yeah, probably,"

Everyone left to give us some privacy so we could talk as much as we can. It wasn't the most romantic moment ever, with that stupid machine beeping, but I decided to tell him what had been hidden for days.

"Jacob,"

"Yeah?"

"I have something important to tell you." As usual, I acted like a coward and avoided eye-contact. And, also as usual, he lifted my face in his massive hands to force me to look at him.

"What?" he asked, concerned.

"Jake, I..well, I don't know how to say it, but, umm..." Stupid speechless moments!!!

"You what?" he asked softly, fighting a smile.

"I love you!" I said, too quickly that a human wouldn't have heard it. His face lit up, like a child seeing candy.

"Umm...what did you just say?" he asked, grinning playfully. Obviously amused. I tried to collect my breaths which have been lost for a while.

"I...said...I...am...in...love...with...you!" I said, a second between every word, like I was speaking to an infant.

He smiled his warm smile at me and hugged me gently.

"I love you, too, Renesmee. Maybe even more," he whispered in my ear, causing my heart to beat a little bit too loudly in my chest.

I released myself from his hug slowly and held his face in my hands, which were too small compared to his cheeks, and too pale compared to his russet skin.

"'No Way'" I quoted him, though I wasn't really sure he said that the other day but his laugh confirmed it.

"So when are you going to be allowed out of the house?" he asked, still smiling. The way his black eyes melted into mine was breathtaking. I ran my hands through the silk-like hair of his and answered him,

"I don't know; no limits were announced," I smirked.

"Can I drive you from school, then?"

Jacob Black

I was irrevocably happy. Though I've known about that for days, but when it came out of her lips it was like there was someone inside me hopping up and down from the sheer excitement, happiness, love, passion...everything! She has been my whole life since the day she was born but, today, my life meant nothing; she was my everything. She was my existence, not life but existence.

Back to reality...

She thought about that for a moment,

"It's going to be okay, I guess. I'll ask Daddy though," she half-smiled, unsure of Edward's response. Needless to say, Edward listened to the whole thing.

"Fine, Nessie. He'll just drive you from school to here and that's it." Although he wouldn't admit it out loud, Edward found refusing Renesmee's requests as hard as I find it.

"Yes," he confirmed my thought as he entered the room. I smirked; I wasn't the only one spoiling her, then. He smiled and nodded in agreement.

Edward Cullen

I had to admit it; I was spoiling her. I didn't regret it, though; she turned out to be a wonderful little woman. A combination of all what's good; strong, beautiful, fast, innocent, smart, obedient -in a way-, loving, caring, funny- simply everything great.

The idea of her being with Jacob wasn't as annoying as I thought it would be when he imprinted on her, the day she was born; he's probably the best she could have; I had to admit it, he loved her, he would take good care of her, he wouldn't hurt her, he wouldn't take her away from us -or rather can't, he won't break her heart, he would always prefer her happiness even if he wasn't that happy about it,- she would be simply content with him.

I got out of the living room, giving them some privacy -as much as I hated that thought; I'm not used to not knowing everything going on, but I trusted both of them.

I found Bella sitting on the grass of the backyard, where I followed her scent to, obviously thinking very hard about something. I approached her with her favorite crooked smile on my face and kissed her cheek. I knew that if she was human, her cheeks would be deep red now, something I missed about her but, somehow, found in my precious daughter.

"So what's on your mind?" I still couldn't get over the fact that she's a mental shield; I was only allowed to hear her thoughts when she lifted it. She would edit sometimes just as she edits when talking to me, so it was utterly useless to me; it was nothing but a way to communicate silently.

"A lot." Oh, Bella, you can be really helpful sometimes; I can see it's a lot!

Even after six years of being a vampire, she couldn't master her 'poker face', something I like; at least there's some way to at least know the direction where her thoughts are headed. She was looking towards the woods, nowhere in particular. She seemed deep in thought, in a neutral way; she was neither sad nor happy about what she was thinking. Even her lips were set in a straight line, not hard but straight. Her beautiful topaz eyes were slightly narrowed- another sign of deep thoughtfulness. I ran my fingers through her long mahogany hair and repeated my question in a different way,

"Bella, love, do you mind telling me what you're thinking?" I asked in my most persuasive voice. She sighed and relaxed a little.

"I'm thinking about Renesmee, Edward,"

"What about her?"

"She's growing up too fast! Look at her, one month ago was her sixth birthday, today, she suddenly has a boyfriend, goes to high school and struggling to get her independence and freedom; she hasn't said that out loud, Edward, but you can see it as well as I can! I really wanted her to have a normal, slow-motion childhood. I am happy that she's grown up and all that but I wanted her to experience childhood, to just have fun without having to worry about adult issues-" she leaned her head on my shoulder, I wrapped my arm around her waist,"- Edward, am I overreacting?" she asked, turning her head to face me. I chuckled; now who thinks they're overreacting? But, then, I sighed.

"No, not really; I wanted her to have a normal life like you do. But, again, this is her own way of living, this is normal to her. Bella, I honestly think that she has the best she could have. I mean, look at her, she's perfect. A perfect little angel," I whispered in her ear.

"Yeah." She sighed, "I think you're right,"

I faked a gasp, "Didn't I tell you before? I'm always right!" She hit my arm gently, but it still hurt a little,

"Ow!" I exclaimed, exaggerating a bit. She rolled her eyes then got back to looking towards the woods. I was lost in thought myself this time.

I looked back at my life, my perfect life, and found out that I had two jewels that are priceless. Two jewels that I adore in a way that no one can comprehend, a love that can't be described in plain English.

Whoever who's said that "Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise," was right.

I sighed again, but in relief; who'd believe that after more than a century, a very dark century, I would have what people would literally kill for; true love?