Okay so here it is, the real chapter ten.

And to those wondering were the other one went, I do not like author's notes on my site. And to those who actually read my authors note, I am happy to announce the person who had said all those harmful and vindictive things has been removed from the site, as well as all the reviews she had left on Daddy's Little Cannibal's stories. No other needs to be brutalised in that many, dead or otherwise.

So without further adiue, I give you Mac and Wyatt...

Chapter 10 – You and I

~Mac's POV~

"Oops, I forgot my jacket," Wyatt murmured, quickly jumping inside the garage and coming back out with that ratty old flannel coat. His hand found mine, his so cold that I quickened our strides.

"Mac," he said, "exactly how warm are you?"

"Uhh, I would say around 106.7 Fahrenheit, why?" I took his hand into both mine and rubbed them vigorously.

"Seriously? And what about when you get sick?"

"We don't get sick. Due to the high temperatures we have, we burn off viruses before they can really infect us," I answered, his hand warming at my touch.

"You… are so unreal," he responded somewhat dumbfounded.

I laughed as we reached the back porch. I pushed the sliding door open to the kitchen and was greeted with Ravyn making kissy faces at us while Aiden shook his head and Leah just snickered, knowing what was about to occur.

"Wyatt and Little Mac sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-G!" he emphasized the 'g' and before he could continue, I lifted my hand and slammed the freezer into the back of his head. I didn't need the hand, no, but it made it more dramatic. I sometimes used to say abracadabra as well.

"Ahhh!" he groaned, palming the back of his head.

"What – how – Mac?" Wyatt stammered.

I turned around to see an astounded Wyatt and realized what I had omitted unconsciously from him. "Oh, right. Remember how I said some vampires are special and have powers?" I waited until I got a nod out of him before I continued. "Okay, and you know that I am half vampire, right? Even though they seem to be recessive genes." He nodded again. "Okay, well I have telekinesis and I'm an empath. I can feel emotions but cannot project them like Jasper. I can just feel them. I turn that one on and off but if I get out of control it causes me to normally blackout from the onslaught."

"So you can move things with your mind?" His eyes were wide and I was feeling all kinds of emotions rolling off him.

"Yeah. Remember the time we were at the library? Well, I was in the process of retrieving my hairbrush but I was tired so it came to me slowly and I wasn't exactly paying attention. When I saw you I panicked and my mind dropped it."

"You know," he muttered after a few seconds of silence, "this explains so much."

It was the kind of awkward silence where everyone started fidgeting nervously and you could hear everything, like the rustle of clothes or the shifting of an impatient foot that was just about to start tapping. I looked up at Wyatt. He was staring at me like I was not meant to exist, like he was mentally telling himself he was dreaming and if he were, to just pinch himself, he could wake up. I used my empath side and 'opened up' to him.

His emotions were all scattered. He was angry, though at what I did not know. He was sad as well, and I had seen, as well as felt it, many times before, where it was misplaced. Like when I had first brought him up to meet my parents, before I gave him the tour. He had closed himself off to me, like shutting a door, and he scrunched himself within, stuck in some place where he was distraught, jaded, and unhappy. Like he was now. For the first time in a long time, I wished I could read minds. Because his was such a mystery to me.

But the most prominent emotion was… jealousy. I cocked an eyebrow and gazed up into his perfect eyes. The eyes that made me weak in the knees, the eyes that threatened the death of me. Especially when he smiled and that blue with the gold flecks and turquoise rim lit up. I reached up and cupped his cheek with my palm. I ran my thumb over his soft lips and they opened, his sweet breath fanning out over my finger.

"Why are you jealous right now?" I whispered, knowing the others would hear, but I hoped he wouldn't realize that fact, particularly if he wanted privacy, which in this family was hard to come by.

His eyes widened ever so slightly and I felt surprise flitter through him before he laughed a little, that uneasy tension suddenly broken. "I forgot you could do that."

I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to go on. He coughed a little before he decided to go on and explain his weird human emotions that make no sense to me. "Uh, I guess I would be jealous of the whole… telekinesis thing," he muttered sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand before placing it on my hip and kissing the tip of my nose. "But it's okay. I think that it's just so… 'you' to be able to do that. Because you never cease to astonish me."

I grinned crookedly and leaned into to him so I could kiss him sweetly. All I got, unfortunately, was a little peck, because my brother has this knack for totally pissing me off.

"Dude! We all wish we had her power too! Hmm, for a human, you take things surprisingly well."

"And on that note, you owe me twenty bucks," Aiden announced.

I growled low in my throat and turned around. "You know," I murmured lowly, menacingly, as I stalked my brother until he was pressed up against the fridge, "there is a time and place for everything. And right now, is so not the time to mention bets and interrupt a very nice private moment between me and a certain someone. So guess what? Remember last week when you spilled the whole imprint thing to the pack and I said I would get you back?" I didn't even wait for an answer before I licked my lips and used my mind to lift him up off the ground and toss him to the other side of the room. Gently. "Well, now is the time, Birdie."

"Mac," Edward said lazily, strolling into the kitchen to open up the oven, check on the ham, and place it on the counter to cool. "I really doubt that now is the best time. Dinner is ready and I prefer you not to fight with your brother today of all days. Besides, you have a guest. It's rude to act this way in front of guests," he chided me gently kissing me on the top of the head as he floated right back out the door he had entered.

My cheeks filled with warmth as embarrassment flooded through me and I slowly made my way back to Wyatt who looked amused and a little scared. "Sorry," I apologized quietly and beneath my breath while Aiden and Leah walked out laughing their asses off as Ravyn looked like he just sucked on a lemon head and followed them to the living room.

"It's fine. I thought it was funny," he joked.

"No, you're a little freaked out too," I whispered, afraid of what he would say.

"Well ya, you totally just threw your brother across the room without touching him, but I would've done the same to him had are positions been reversed. I just don't want you doing that to me if we fight," he confessed staring me deeply in the eyes, the sincerity in them making me smile softly at his admission.

"Like I could ever fight you. You're my imprint."

"You're going to have to explain the whole imprint thing a little more later, Two Socks," he informed me.

It was then that I realized I had somewhat been vague on the details of my life. His reaction had been a frightening image in my mind, totally eclipsing my smart and extremely articulate cerebral cortex. Thus explaining the gist of everything to him in a quick rush of an explanation.

But, really. Who would've anticipated his reaction? Telling me he loved me… was sooooo not what I had envisioned in my mind. More like him getting up and screaming "What the fuck! You freak! Don't ever come near me again!", then running away, and never speaking to me again. Hence, why I was so scared to tell him from the beginning. Humans are odd creatures. And my Homo sapian is no different. However, after tonight, I would say he was.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, hiding my face in the crook of his neck. "I promise I won't withhold the information back any longer, now that I know your response will be much more amiable than the previous popular consensus."

He gripped my hips loosely and I felt him slide his mouth to my ear. "I love your vocabulary," he purred, gently biting my earlobe.

I tried not to moan, but I think I only somewhat masked it, because it came out in a garbled, "Hmmm." For once in my life, I loved how tall I was. Friggin' six foot one, and Wyatt being six foot five, I was always at mouth-to-mouth level. We didn't have to do some fricken' amazing yoga moves just to kiss, which was nice when I wanted to sneak up on him and give him a surprise known as my tongue.

I heard Edward mutter a curse word under his breath as Wyatt and I started going at it like horny teenagers in the kitchen. Well, okay, so we we're horny teenagers, but still…

"Mac!" Edward hissed beneath his breath, quietly so that everyone but Wyatt could hear, a sound of irritation soon following.

Sorry Edward. I'm just so happy!

Just then, as Wyatt's hand had begun moving south in the direction of my ass, my father walked in and ruined everything. Mostly because Wyatt knows that is my dad and that my dad had just caught us necking in the kitchen.

Wyatt instantly jumped away from me, but because giddiness has this thing with changing me and making me horny, I just had to suck on his lower lip as he went, making him eye me before he slid his gaze to my father.

I sighed and turned to face my father too. "We need to talk. Now." I stressed the 'now' and his eyes widened ever so slightly before narrowing into slits.

"Oh? Really? Because I was just happening to think the very same thing," he muttered calmly. But I knew him well enough to know that he was anything but calm. "Excuse us, Wyatt, though I will be talking with you as well."

"I would expect nothing less, sir," Wyatt said nonchalantly and I can't help but gawk at him.

Then, as if I were six again that had just gotten caught stealing the candy at the grocery store, he griped my upper arm tightly and dragged me outside, where Wyatt wouldn't be able to hear us.

"Dad!" I protested loudly. "I am not a child!"

"Hmm, you sure act like one!" he shot back and I flinched involuntarily.

"Jacob Black, let go of my daughter this instant," a voice seethed.

My dad froze, a look of utter horror dawning his features before his grip suddenly slipped from my bicep and pinched the bridge of his nose, his reaction to stress. "Nessie, please, you know I didn't mean what I said earlier –"

"I didn't even mention it," she snapped, walking towards us from where she had leaped out the study window to save me from my father's wrath. "And she's right; she isn't our little girl anymore. You need to respect that."

I gaped at my mother. When had she learned to be this forceful? Definitely need to give her props later. She slid a glance at me.

"Don't think I'm letting you get off the hook, MacKayla," she told me and I felt all my hope die right then and there. Kinda like a fire that was burning brightly until someone poured a bucked of water on it. I sighed dejectedly and leaned against the railing of the deck to listen to my parents bicker like an old married couple. But it soon turned to heated arguments, unlike the playful banter I had grown up accustomed to.

"How dare you embarrass her in front of her imprint!" my mother reprimanded my father.

"Well, if you weren't going to stop them, then I sure as hell was!" he yelled back.

I took this moment to very inconspicuously sneak out of their view and towards the side of the house heading for the front door. I could still hear my mother.

"Don't you dare insinuate that I don't know how to take care of my children!"

I frowned and opened the front door, tuning out their fight. My parents never really fought, not to the point where everything said was meant, and this whole thing was scaring me.

~Jake's POV~

"I wouldn't have to insinuate if you were doing your job!"

I hated this. The fighting. We shouldn't be fighting. I loved her, she was my imprint, my soul mate, yet here we were, screaming at each other like we disliked the other's presence. This felt wrong. So, so, so wrong! All I wanted to do was pull her into my arms and kiss her everywhere, tell her how much I love her. That there isn't a single day that goes by, let alone a single minute, where her image is not in my brain, where her angelic voice isn't ringing in my ears, or when her sweet scent isn't invading my nose, her touch not branded on my skin like a tattoo that never looses its burn.

Nessie's eyes were a smoldering brown narrowed into slits positioned on my face that I'm sure mirrored her expression of extreme distaste. Though, mine was in the situation, hers probably with me.

"I cannot believe you! They were not going to start going at it in the kitchen with everybody home and listening! If you don't trust your daughter, how do you expect her to ever listen to you!"

"If we don't instill that sex isn't important then we can't derail them from it in the future. I never said they were going to do it right then and there, but they need to learn – "

"Learn what?" she interrupted me. "That having children at a young age, early on into a relationship is so bad? Hmm, well, look at where we are now. Maybe what happened was a mistake and we rushed into things too fast, but Jake, she isn't us. She's going to make her own mistakes, and using us as an example isn't the proper way to help the situation. We just need to tell her to practice safe sex and it's her own life from then on. She's an adult after all."

Shit, that stung. I stared at Nessie, tears forming in the corners of her eyes and I slowly approached her. "Nessie…" I croaked out, feeling my own tears gather.

She buried her face in my chest and sobbed. I cradled her head to me with my hand and let my tears fall into her hair as I rested my forehead on the top of her head. "What happened to us?" she moaned, her voice cracking and wavering precariously on the edge of hysteria.

"I think we've come to realize our children don't need us anymore," I replied, my own voice cracking and wavering as well.

She lifted her head and pulled herself out of my arms. "Not just that… us. We aren't as close as we used to be. Can you remember the last time we made love?" she pointed out.

Fuck. I counted in my head and winced. "A while," was all I said, the pain in my heart too prominent.

"Yeah, a while." She looked away. "Six months, Jacob. Before then, you would reach for me every single night. At least twice a night and now, there's nothing. We've drifted apart."

My heart stopped in my chest, froze right there. Because there was no way in hell she was going to tell me that we were through. She was my soul mate, my wife! Living without her would be like living without air for my lungs, without water for my body. "Nessie… what are you saying?"

"Maybe… Maybe we need a break. We aren't… seeing eye to eye right now."

She looked up at me and swiped a stray hair from my forehead where it had fallen into my eyes. "Maybe… we need to be by ourselves. I think that we need space."

No! No, she was not telling me this! I grabbed her hand and held it to my cheek. "No," I said forcefully, pressing her palm harder to my face. "No, don't tell me you still don't feel it! Don't tell me the spark isn't there!"

Tears were streaming down her face, her lips swollen from biting them. She forced her hand to fall form my face. "Jake… that isn't the point. The point is that we c-can't… I can't be a-around you right now. I… I ne-need space. Please."

"Nessie… please… no, you can't do this to me," I pleaded, following as she tried to walk away from me.

"Jake," her voice broke and I ran to her so I could hold her in my arms but Edward was suddenly blocking me.

"You heard her, Jacob. She needs this from you," he said gently, yet forcefully.

Edward turned around and Renesmee flew into his arms, crying so hard she began to hiccup. He lifted her into his arms and carried her into the house leaving me broken in the snow, crying and kneeling on the deck, the pain so real and unbearable I felt like throwing up. I instantly phased and ran into the forest, leaving my disaster behind me.

~Wyatt's POV~

The minute Mac walked into the kitchen I knew something was wrong. Her eyebrows were drawn together tightly, her eyes troubled as she nibbled on her lower lip. She walked herself into my arms and they instantly went around her, comforting her any way I could.

"Mac, what is it?" I asked her, running a soothing hand through her curls.

"Can we go somewhere else?" she suggested in a small voice.

"Of course," I answered, letting her lead me out of the kitchen and passed the living room where silence echoed and sad, shocked faces glanced at us as we walked by. It was then I knew something was up. Something big.

Mac led me to a large room that had a couch, a fireplace, a stereo, and a TV with no box, leading me to believe it only played DVDs. The room was painted a soft gold hue, the floor pale oak wood. I closed the door behind us and she instantly pushed me onto the couch, crawled into my lap, and cried against my shoulder.

"It's my fault!" she sobbed uncharacteristically.

I rubbed her back in circles, trying to calm her down. "What is, Mac?" I asked gently.

"My parents! They're fighting because of me! It's all my fault!" she wailed holding onto me so tightly is was somewhat hard to breathe.

"Mac, no, it's not your fault," I reassured her. "For all you know, this has been going on for awhile now."

She lifted her face from my neck and my heart broke at her expression. Her eyes looked at me for a second before they darted to the windows, her mouth forming a small 'o'. "No!" she screamed so loud that I cringed.

"Mac?"

"No," she whispered falling backwards and off my lap, onto the floor. "No…"

I kneeled on the floor and grabbed her face with my hands, forcing her gaze to mine. "Mac," I ordered sternly, "talk to me."

Her eyes were wild. I could tell they were looking at me, but seeing absolutely nothing. "He's l-leaving. My d-dad, he lef-left," she muttered, her eyes so wide, their green depths showed nothing but pain. "He just left my mom, who is crying upstairs in their room."

The door burst open and Aiden and Ravyn walked in, masks of horror on their features.

"Leah went after dad. She's the only one who he'll listen to at this point," Aiden informed us, hugging his younger sister tightly to his chest.

She ripped herself away from him, panting loudly, her eyes filled with rage now. "How could he leave her? How could he do that when she's crying so hard right now?" she demanded.

"She asked for space, Mac," Ravyn said softly, quietly, his eyes a hollow green, expressionless. "When he tried to talk her out of it, Edward was there, reading her mind, and asking him to grant her the small request she had asked of him. He lasted about three seconds after Edward carried her up the stairs before he bolted for the trees."

Shit, I thought. It was fucking Christmas. Did they have to do this now?

Mac's eyes went downcast. "They're imprints. Stuff like this just doesn't happen. Not to imprints."

"They've been fighting a lot recently," Aiden informed us. "It was only a matter of time until something like this would happen. But you're right, they are imprints. And this will blow over. I know it."

Mac fell to her knees. I crawled over to her and pulled her into my arms tightly, holding her shaking form to me closely. "How can there be any hope for us when they end up like this in the end?"

I turned to Ravyn and Aiden stiffly. "Can you leave us alone for a little bit?" I asked politely.

They nodded and walked out quickly, wanting to give us some privacy. "Mac, Aiden is right. That picture I saw earlier, they were happy. All marriages, paranormal or not, go through their rough patches, it's normal. No relationship can be perfect forever. Bumps form on the highway making the trip rough, but in the end, everyone gets there safely. I have no doubt in my mind that your parents will work this out and be fine in no time."

She looked up at me and blinked rapidly. "I'm so sorry," she apologized.

I gave her a quizzical look. "For what?" I asked, confused.

"It's Christmas and here I am crying my eyes out. Not to mention the whole 'I'm not human' thing I told you. That came out of left field and I know you feel overwhelmed. Well, at least you should," she said pointedly, glancing at my from beneath her eyelashes.

"It doesn't matter, Mac. Right now, you need me more then my fucking emotions. I really don't care what the hell you are, I still love you. No matter what."

Mac looked away. "My father used to tell my mother that."

I pulled her into my arms. I didn't respond, knowing that she would just contradict everything I said anyway. I rocked her in my arms softly, alternating between rubbing her back and stroking my fingers through her hair. We sat in comfortable silence before I decided we needed a lighter topic.

"Did you know I'm in love with your hair?" I announced after a few minutes of stillness.

I leaned back against the couch as she looked up at me from where she was perched between my thighs, her face before being buried in my chest. She ran a shaky hand through my dark brown locks. "Really? I always used to hate it. When I was little, the only way from keeping my curls from tangling was to braid it." She paused to think. "I love yours too. It's really soft, and in the light it has auburn hues."

"Hmm, I didn't know that. Does it make me look like a chick?" I wrinkled my nose and pretended to be grossed out by the small fact.

She laughed. "You are anything but a girl. Trust me, my hormones remind me every time you look at me."

I paused for a minute, thinking over how I should broach the subject. "Mac, are you a virgin?" I ended up blurting out.

Her eyes widened. "Yes, why?" her voice was small as she spoke those words.

I turned her around in my arms so her back was resting against my front. "Because I want to keep you that way." When she started to get up, I could sense her anger over what I had said. I grabbed her hips and held her to me. "No, wait hear me out. I know what can happen to a relationship after being that intimate too soon, I've seen it happen, and I don't want that for us. Not right now. I don't want to rush into an 'us' especially when I have you right where I want you."

I began to kiss her neck, nibbling and biting as I let her mull over what I had proposed for us. A plan of responsibility for us. I didn't want to rush her, or rush our relationship. Besides, it's obvious her parents are discouraging it. If I could, I would go back in time so that I was a virgin too, but I can't do that. I just have to hope that I'm good enough for her in the end.

She relaxed in my arms and played with my fingers, which were still resting on her waist. "Okay. If you feel that's what we should do, then let's do it," she agreed.

I pulled a hand free from hers and placed it on her cheek where I turned her head so she could look into my eyes. "This isn't about what I want, Mac. If you think that we should just have sex whenever, then that's fine. I was only putting it out on the table."

"I know. I agree with what you said though. I think that maybe we should wait. We've only been going out for a month. Rushing into things isn't really the greatest of ideas."

I kissed her nose. "Have I told you I love you yet?" I asked playfully.

She grinned a little. "Nope," she responded, her mouth popping on the 'p'.

"Hmm, we'll have to fix that then." I leaned down and kissed her lips softly. "I love you, Mac. I really, really do."

"And I love you back."

~Leah's POV~

I followed my once former Alpha who was running around in circles. I saw everything play out in his mind. Many different attempts at suicide and ideas to get Renesmee to listen to what he had to say. I would've tried to talk him out of them, but I had already wasted half an hour at the attempt. He wasn't listening to me.

All I could feel was the way his heart was breaking, the feeling of being alone. I knew how that felt. I fucking knew, and yet he wasn't listening to me.

Once he got to a very small town called Castle Rock, I tackled him to the ground. He phased instantly. When he fell to the ground panting, crying, and naked, I phased as well and pulled on shorts and a t-shirt. I untied his jeans and draped it over his hips in respect.

"I ruined it," he moaned, "I always ruin everything. I'm so alone…"

"Jacob Black!" Oooo, that got his attention. Good. "Don't you dare be selfish. You have three fucking kids at home right now, confused as hell as to what happened, Nessie crying her eyes out, Edward conflicted on whether or not to miss you or kill you, Bella worried this is a repeat of before her wedding, and a distraught Esme who had cooked dinner and every wonderful plan she had concocted is ruined. And all you can say is that you're alone?"

He glared at me. "Leah –"

"No." I held up a hand to silence him. "I'm not done yet. She asked for space, the end of the world is not upon you. We survived 2012, we can survive this. No imprint has ever been unloved, nor has any kind of break in the relationship lasted longer then a few days. Listen, you think you feel alone? Remember back in the day, when I really was alone. Not only had I lost my own true love, the guy who had talked to me about babies and marriage, he fell for my fucking cousin who might as well have been my sister. But guess what? I realized I'm not as alone as I felt, and that the world goes on. A broken heart sucks ass, sure, but look where mine got me."

I watched the tears slowly trek down his face and sat beside him, patting his back and softened my tone. "Things will get better. I might not be able to see the future, but I know Renesmee loves you because she wouldn't be taking this so hard if she didn't. Give her what she needs, space. In the end, she'll realize that all she needs is you, and suddenly your back in black, ready to take on the world together. Trust me on this."

He turned his face into my shoulder muffling the words out as he spoke, "I know your right, but the pain I'm feeling right now is totally ignoring any kind of logical thinking my brain is throwing at my heart. Broken hearts tend to be irrational."

I couldn't help but laugh at that. "I know what you mean," I agreed. After a few minutes and after his crying dried out, I asked, "Want to go home?"

"No."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"We'll go to a diner. This town might be small, but I'm sure it has food."

As we moved east toward the center of the city, we stopped in a small little diner called Hatti's, and by the looks of it, it mostly catered to elderly people.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" a kind older woman asked.

"A table for two," I said politely.

She led us to a table in the small room next to the window, where small flurries of snow where beginning to fall here, whereas before, it was only a tad chilly.

"Are you two new here?" she asked conversationally.

I shook my head. "Just passing through."

"Well, I hope you enjoy the food," she said warmly, smiling genuinely at us before handing us two menus and retreating to a nearby table to check on other patrons.

"Do we even have money?" Jake wondered after a few seconds of flipping through the menu.

I reached into the pocket of Aiden's nylon shorts that I had stolen and tied double over my waist. He always left money in his pockets. I pulled out two twenties, a ten, and three fives. "Yeah," I murmured, "we have money."

~Mac's POV~

Dinner was way awkward. Nobody talked and my mother locked herself in her bedroom having Bella bring her a plate of food, though it was futile. Mom never really liked human food much. The vampires sat at the long dinner table in the dinning room with no plates in front of them, no longer having to pretend for Wyatt who kind of looked pale around them.

Aiden had gotten a text message form Leah stating that they were in some town called Castle Rock and that she had no clue when they would be home, but that she had talked some sense into dad. I missed my family. I missed them a lot. I could see the separation take it's toll on the whole family, not just my father and mother, Aiden, Ravyn, and I. It messed with everyone.

Wyatt finally met Charlie, who had attempted to intimidate Wyatt, but I was not surprised when it didn't work. Emmett hadn't even been able to do it, why would Charlie?

Though the tension in the room was palpable, Jasper had calmed us down to numbness and Emmett had helped alleviate the uncomfortable air with a few jokes and innuendos that were highly inappropriate but no one expected Emmett to say something without at least an underlying of explicit meanings.

I couldn't help but notice how Wyatt fit so well with my family. Like he was meant to be here. I remember Bella telling me one day when I was a toddler of the time when she had met the Cullen's for the first time. She had been extremely nervous, wondering if they would like her. She told me with a laugh, that Edward thought it was humorous how she was more worried whether the vampires would like her then if they were going to eat her for lunch.

She told me that even though Rose hadn't wanted her to be there, and that Jasper seemed to be uncomfortable in her presence, she felt at home, like she belonged there. And as the time passed by, she felt more and more at home there then with Charlie. Because the Cullen's were her family.

I looked over at Wyatt, his eyes crinkled in joy, his mouth laughing at something Emmett and Ravyn and Seth had said. Though my inner turmoil was eating at my insides at that point, I still smiled. He had been right. Just because my parents' marriage was on the verge of failing apart in ruins, it doesn't mean that there was no future for us. My future was nothing without him. Everything I thought of, he was there, holding my hand. I knew then that there was no way he would leave me. And I knew there was no way my parents could be separated.

Wyatt looked up at me then from where he was seated across from me. He gave me a toothy grin and reached across the table to take my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. I knew everyone was staring at our joined hands but I couldn't have cared less. Wyatt meant so much to me, that everyone slipped from my view as if we were the only people in the room. Even though I knew Esme was preening in pleasure, Bella was on the verge of vampric crying, Edward was smiling into the back of Bella's hand, Aiden was staring at me and telling me he knew how I felt, and Ravyn was looking away, but I didn't take time to analyze that. Because there was only Wyatt and I in the room.

And it would always be that way from here on end.

No flames please! Does it help if I tell you guys that this little outcome was never meant to happen? Nessie begged me to give her what she needed and I'll tell you right now that I tried to tell her "no, that doesn't fit in with my storyline" but once she has her own little life and mind made up, she is as stubborn as her kids.

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