Yet again, I am sorry to say that this took so long as well as how short it is, but it is mostly just fluff.

I must thank all my reviewers and the Black Eyed Peas' I Gotta Feeling for helping me get this out.

And, the scene you have all been waiting for...

Chapter 14- Big News

~Jake's POV~

"By God, if you don't tell me where she is, I swear I will rip off your body parts, dose them in gasoline, and set you on fire."

Jasper hissed and moved in front of Alice to stand in a protective stance as if he believed I might carry on with a threat for once. And I was starting to think the same thing. Alice calmly placed a small, pale hand on her husband's shoulder and pulled him back to sit beside her on the couch in the living room. He complied with her silent demand but none too gracefully, nearly flopping down next to her, his gaze never leaving mine.

Geez. "Look, just point me in the right direction, okay? Is that so hard?"

"Yes, because I do not know where she is," Alice responded, amusement daring to enter her tone of voice.

"Alice," I spat through my teeth, taking a step forward but Jasper's face held me back. "She is my daughter and you will tell me where she is. Now."

Alice crossed her arms over her chest. "What makes you think that I have a single thought as to her whereabouts when I just told you that I did not know?"

Did she like games? Her smirk told me that she did. Very much so in fact. "You can see the future, Alice. Don't play dumb with me."

She sighed. "I can't see her future you know that."

"You can see his. If you can see his, then you can see enough to tell me where the hell they are. I just want to make sure she is safe."

Alice made a very unladylike snort. "I'm sure all you want to do is 'check and make sure she is safe'. More like dismember Wyatt."

I ran a hand through my hair which was starting get too long. Damn Alice for not telling me! "I would never," I disagreed.

"No matter what or how you reassure me, I will not disclose the information," she said defiantly.

"Then you do know where she is!" I roared.

"Keep your voice down, Jacob," a new voice ordered as pale hands wrapped around my waist from behind.

"But –"

A hand left my waist and moved so it covered my still open mouth. I licked her palm and she giggled, moving to stand in front of me, her hands never leaving their position. "Nice try, but that won't work."

I licked her palm again and she shook her head. So I nibbled the skin, moving to a spot I knew was highly ticklish. I found it where her thumb met her palm and used my teeth to lightly scrap along the padded skin. A small laugh escaped her mouth and her hand pressed harder to my face. I bit her lightly before ever so slightly darting my tongue out to drag along her ticklish spot. Her hand lifted from my face and she rubbed it, laughing hysterically.

"Not fair!" she squeaked.

"Was to fair," I murmured, bending down to kiss her on the mouth. Her hand wound itself into my hair and she kissed me back. I would never stop kissing Nessie if I had the chance. Ever since Mac's near death suicide attempt, she refused to leave my side. She told me that every second of the day while we were apart, I was all over her mind. She had admitted to not really knowing why she and I had done that but it had only made us closer together. I had absolutely no problem with that.

Jasper cleared his throat and only then did I remember what I was doing before I was so nicely interrupted. I pulled away from Renesmee, her teeth tugging my bottom lip as I went causing me to groan quietly and want kiss her again but I held back, placing a chaste kiss to her temple. I turned to Alice, pulling Ness into my side and wrapping my arm around her waist, my thumb resting on her hip bone.

"Alice, please. You are going to make me resort to begging."

"Oh please, like you would ever beg." She laughed.

"Damn it!" I cursed.

"Language!" Esme chastised me from the garden bellow the front window that the couch was under.

"Yeah Dad," Ravyn approved, strolling into the room and sitting next to Jasper.

"We need a curse jar," Aiden announced, following after Ravyn to sit on the arm beside Alice, dragging Leah to stand between his knees. She leaned into his chest and smirked at me.

"If we had one, Jakey here would be broke." Her hands fell to Aiden's on her waist and she closed her eyes, her head falling into the crook of his neck.

"All I want to do is make sure they don't do… do… you know," I stammered, not wanting to say it out loud.

Ravyn's head fell back and he burst out a laugh. "Do what, Mr. Black?" Leah asked. "I can't seem to figure out what you mean.

I growled. "You know," I muttered.

"No, I really don't," she replied, she eyes alight with mischief.

I glanced around at their blank expressions. "It," I whispered.

"What? I didn't catch that."

"It. To stop them from doing IT!" I bit out, nearly screaming.

Everyone doubled over with laughter. Even Nessie had to muffle the sound by turning her face into my chest, her breath stirring my gray Hanes shirt. My ears burned. When the hell had I become a prude?

"Sex, Jake. Say it with me. S-e-x," Leah instructed, her hands clutching her chest as her laughter made it hard to breathe.

"Alice!" I whined.

She grinned. "Jacob, just get over it."

"She's my daughter!"

"Yes," Nessie agreed. "But she is also eighteen. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, so is Wyatt."

"Nessie –"

"Look, at least she wasn't the first. She waited the longest and for that I have to be proud of her."

"What do you mean, Mama?" Ravyn asked, his brow quirked up as if he knew the answer but prayed he was wrong.

She smiled and laughed a little. "Ravyn, I'm not blind. I remember you and your brother coming into the house at odd intervals looking all disheveled and grinning like a dog with a bone all the time."

Aiden pinched the bridge of his nose, a smile gracing his lips. "I cannot be the only one who totally took that the wrong way."

"This family…" I trailed off under my breath. I whirled back on Alice, ignoring Ravyn high fiving Aiden in front of both her and Jasper. "Alice, this is a serious matter."

Her smile faded and she rolled her eyes. "You are so persistent."

"Yes I am," I agreed.

"Jacob, they are adults," Renesmee argued.

"On Mac's school paperwork, I believe it said fifteen."

She sighed. "Jake, really. This isn't a big deal."

"Yes it is."

"Jake, look. I'm going to be straight with you. Yes, I know where they are, but no, I am not telling you. What I can tell you is that they'll be home around twelve thirty to one o'clock. And when they get home, try to be open minded." Alice shared a look with Nessie and I swear a whole conversation took place between them.

Nessie nodded minutely and I groaned. "Nessie, tell me you didn't know about this."

"About what?" she repeated naively.

I ran my free hand through my hair again. This whole family was going to make me need a shrink.

Suddenly Alice's eyes glazed over and she froze, everybody in the room following suit. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I had a feeling that whatever it was, wasn't good. Sweat was starting to bead on my forehead when Alice came to. Her face was expressionless and Edward burst through the door.

"Alice," he said. "Who were they?"

Alice didn't say anything. Instead her eyes glazed over again.

I turned to watch Edward's face, his lips tightening. This wasn't going to be good.

***

~Wyatt's POV~

My eyes fluttered open slightly. I was warm. No, I was hot. And sweating. However, I was so comfortable there was no way in hell that I would ever move. My eyes opened more and I noted the position I was in. My head was on Mac's chest which explained why the left side of my face was burning up. Her hands were buried deep in my hair, her legs wrapped around my lower back, ankles locked together. My arms were on either side of her, my hands flat against her naked sides.

In all honestly, this was the best way to wake up even though I felt as though I was in a sauna. Her smell was wrapped up in my nostrils, surrounding me, consuming me. It was all over the pillows, the sheets, my skin. The feel of her hands was imprinted on my body, tingling sensation rippling along my skin like electricity from just remembering the way she made me feel. From just remember the accounts of last night.

I lifted her left hand from my hair gently, not wanting to wake her. I froze when she stirred slightly. But she just relaxed after a mini stretch and my name fell through her lips on a sigh as her legs contracted and tightened around me before falling back to sleep, her lips upturned in a smile. I leaned down and kissed her knuckles, brushing my mouth over her ring.

I hadn't really meant to do it. At first. But everything I had told Kacey was true. I did want to marry Mac. I wanted it all with her. I saw us together, our life in my head, in my dreams. I hadn't truly come to that conclusion, but that afternoon, I knew that I had to do this. I knew that there was no way I would live without Mac in my life.

My thumb ran along the diamond from Tiffany's. I hadn't wanted to do it, ask her family for help. I wanted to be able to do it myself, but the little amount of money I was saving up for Hailey wasn't nearly enough for any kind of ring. So I went to Alice, intending to go to Jacob, but she wouldn't let me. Something about my safety and how he didn't need to help so she steered me to Renesmee and the three of us had worked together. Although, Alice and Renesmee had done most of it. They went online and with my help, picked out the ring, along with all of my clothes, refusing to let me use my own cheap clothes. I had chosen the restaurant, but Renesmee had been the one to suggest having it closed to everyone but us.

I lifted my head onto my chin, feeling her heart beat strongly beneath it as I gazed at her. Her head was to the side, her mouth open over so slightly, her breath fanning out onto the white pillow cases. I smiled, thinking how lucky I was, thinking about how much I loved her, how much I needed her. I turned my head back to the side and what I saw made all my blood leave my head and pool in my groin. Where my head was made my mouth dangerously close to her nipple. Feeling the pain and need for release, I opened my mouth and drew her taut peek into my mouth.

She jerked awake, a moan peeling through her throat, her hand tightening in my hair, her other lacing with the fingers that were wrapped up in her left hand. "Morning," she croaked lazily.

I grinned and bit her before licking away the ache. She whimpered when I pulled away. I kissed her, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She rocked her body against mine, moaning into my mouth, her fingers sliding down to my jaw where she pulled me away. I ignored her noises of protest, my mouth finding purchase on her neck.

"Wyatt," she gasped.

"Yes mon amour?"

"Wyatt," she said again, tugging my head up. She pushed my head away slightly as she spoke again. "I need to brush my teeth."

I laughed and kissed her full on the mouth but she wouldn't let me in. "Mac, I don't care," I insisted.

"But I do! I probably smell horrible!" she whined, wiggling against me in a way that made me want to never allow her to leave this bed. She wormed her self out of my arms and clutched the sheet to her chest as she ran to the bathroom, shutting the door.

I fell onto my stomach, yanking a pillow underneath my head. "Mac, you have got to be kidding me."

"Why is it they don't put tooth brushes and tooth paste in here? They give soap but that can't stock tooth brushes and tooth paste?"

I grinned, kicking the duvet off. Her warmth still permeated the sheets and my skin, making me warm even though she wasn't there. "Come back to bed!" I called.

"No!"

I groaned, shifting until I had my legs dangling over the edge of the bed, my feet hitting the floor. I scrubbed a hand over my face and my sleepy eyes. I glanced at the clock and it read four oh nine. I got up and shuffled my way to the door, turning the knob. "You have got to be kidding me," I repeated. "You the locked the door?"

"I didn't want any funny business from you." She sounded embarrassed. I realized that she was different around me then. Normally, she would have never allowed that kind of vulnerability to enter her voice while she spoke. Not even to her family. I felt an odd tugging at my heart but ignored it.

"Mac, please," I pleaded, softening my tone. "I didn't notice if you had morning breath or not."

"Yeah right," she muttered defiantly.

"You're going to make me go to drastic measures," I warned.

I heard a snort and grinned. I went over to the bedside table where her bobby pins sat from when I had undone her hair the night before. I picked one up, and straightened it until there was no bend in it. I went back to the door and began to pick the lock.

"What are you doing?" she shrieked.

"I warned you," I reminded her.

"Wyatt, if you love me at all, you won't do it."

"Aww, chérie, it is why I love you that has me doing this."

I heard the lock click and opened the door to see a very angry MacKayla standing there in only a white sheet tied in a knot under her armpit. I wrapped my arms around her defiant body, kissing her curly covered head. "You shouldn't worry about little things like that, mon amour. There is no reason for it."

She sighed, her arms sliding around my waist, her face resting in the crook of my neck. "Do I really not smell?"

I laughed. "Chérie, smelling you makes me burn for you," I answered truthfully, pressing my hips into her so she could feel the evidence of my desire for her.

She gasped, her head falling back so she could look me in the eye. "Wyatt." My name fell like a benediction, like a prayer, and I heard the love behind it, the emotion all interlocked within the one word. "I love you."

I lifted her into my arms bridal style, carrying us to the bed. I fell backwards, allowing her to adjust, flittering to my side, her head in my neck, her hand moving up and down my chest, her nails scraping over my bare skin raising chills and goose bumps in its wake. "Je t'aime trop," I whispered into her hair, stirring the curls.

She snuggled deeper into my chest. "I love it when you speak French to me," she admitted.

"Avez-vous?" I asked, continuing.

She nodded. "I do."

"Go back to sleep," I instructed gently.

"Okay," she whispered, conceding.

Not until I had heard her breathing slow and deepen did I let myself succumb to sleep, holding her close to my chest so that she was imprinted on the outside and the inside of my heart.

~Mac's POV~

I laid awake in bed, tucked into Wyatt's side. My left hand rested on his chest so my ring could catch the light of the rising sun. It was beautiful. And big. It was surprising I wouldn't mind something as huge as it was, but the weight on my finger felt right. As if it belonged there. Because it did. I was never taking it off. Screw what people at school thought, it wasn't as if I ever talked to them and vice versa.

I looked up into his face. It was turned towards me so I could feel his breath falling onto my face. His arms were holding me tightly while my leg was thrown over one of his, intertwined. This feeling of intimacy, I never wanted to lose it. I had had no idea that being this way with another human being would be enjoyable. And it was. It was perfect and warm and made me feel loved.

Last night was the most perfect night. And it wasn't because of the restaurant or the ring. It was because I was finally able to show him how I felt inside and out. It was because I was finally able to drop everything protecting me so it could just be Wyatt and MacKayla. He had been so gentle, so loving, so attentive. Thinking about doing that with anyone else made me want to shrivel up and die. Made me want to throw up in revulsion.

My hand roamed up and down his chest, lower so I could feel his strong six pack beneath my fingers. I felt his stomach jump beneath my fingers and grinned when I felt his erection, thinking that even in his sleep he wanted me. My heart swelled.

"Mac," he murmured, his voice huskier then usual since he had just woken up. "What do you think you are doing?"

"What does it look like?" I whispered, hoping that my voice sounded sultry and alluring. "I am seducing my fiancé."

"Oh really. And what makes you think that it would work?"

I tentatively reached down with my hand and gripped his length earning myself a hoarse groan from him. "This little thing," I answered, moving my hand in up and down strokes.

"Little thing?" His eyebrows lifted. He leaned over me, pushing me onto my back. "I'll have you know it is not small or little in any way."

It really wasn't. "Okay, maybe I could say medium," I teased.

"No, definitely bigger then medium," he said, easing himself over me and between my legs, rubbing his "medium" thing against the spot where I wanted him most.

His mouth crashed into mine, his tongue licking the seam of my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue into my mouth while my hands quickened their strokes. He groaned loudly, reaching a hand down to fondle me playfully. I moaned and rocked myself against his hand.

"Wyatt," I breathed.

"Yes?" he panted, kissing his way to my breast, suckling strongly.

"Please," I begged.

"Please what, Mac? Tell me what you want me to do."

"Don't make me say it." My fingers left him to grip his head to me.

"Say it, mon amour. Tell me. Dites mo ce que vous voulez."

Fuck, he knew I was lost when it came to him speaking French to me. "Make love to me, Wyatt," I ordered.

I felt him smile against my breast. He grabbed another condom from the bedside table and quickly took it out of the protected pouch and slid it on. His lips trailed up to my neck as he surged forward, sliding into me. We both moaned. I was sore from last night, but I needed this. And it was easy to ignore the slight pain as he thrust into me with sure strokes. I lifted my knees against his hips and flipped him so that I was straddling him.

His hands fell to my knees and slid up to my hips as I began to ride him hard, needing to feel like this with him. Needing to feel. His hands on my hips aided my movements as I became frenzied on top of him. I could feel the coil building inside me and this time I knew what it meant.

Wyatt could feel it too and reached down between our sweaty bodies to where my clit was. He rubbed it and with a few sure flicks of his finger, I climaxed, falling on to his chest. He lifted his hips and thrust into me a few more times before he, too, came, his arms wound around me securely.

His hands ran up and down my back until finally resting on my ass. "You know, I love this," he said, squeezing my butt for added emphasis.

"Hmm," I answered, nearly purring with satisfaction.

"Yeah, and these." His hands moved to my breasts, cupping the smooth weights.

"Mmm." Damn, he had reduced me to incoherent sentences.

"But you know what my favorite thing is?" I hoped it was rhetorical, 'cause there was no way I would be able to answer him. I felt his hand lift to my hair, running gently through the strands. "Your hair. I could live in your hair and be totally happy."

I giggled, falling to his side. He turned to his as well and faced me. "I lied," he whispered.

I frowned, my fingers sliding over the length of his nose. "About what?"

"Everything," he breathed. My fingers moved to trace his eyelids and waited for him to continue. "There is no way I could pick something that was my favorite part of you. There I nothing I about you I don't love. Adore. Cherish. Hell, even worship."

"Wyatt…" I gasped, my fingers pausing.

"It's true," he said, lifting my finger to his mouth so he could nibble the soft pad of my finger. "I love you, mon amour. Je t'aime."

I kissed him, expressing my love for him, pouring all of it into the fuse where our lips met. "I love you, too," I whispered between kisses, tears pooling in my eyes and falling down my cheeks as he eased over me yet again.

***

Wyatt collapsed beside me, tucking me into his arms. I couldn't count the many of times we had made love, but it been enough to leave me drained and sore.

"What time is check out?" I asked not wanting to even move from his arms.

He turned around to his back to look at the clock. "Ah, now."

I sighed and hefted myself out of his arms to sit up. "I don't want to leave," I whispered as he returned to facing me.

He propped himself up onto his elbows and cupped my cheek. "I don't either. But hey, no, don't cry."

"I'm not," I denied, though it was somewhat a lie. To think that what was between us, what had happened between us last night would and could just go away made me really sad. Sad enough to actually cry even though I was not fond of crying, especially in front of someone. But he wasn't just someone. He was my imprint, my world, my whole damn life.

He sat up and gathered me up in his arms, setting me on his lap. "Two Socks, you are absolutely ridiculous," he murmured, an air of admiration and devotion evident in his tone of voice. His hands enfolded around my face, his thumbs wiping away any evidence of tears and vulnerability. "Why must you hide, chérie?"

"I don't," I answered, my arms sliding up around his neck, my fingers wrapping and unwrapping around the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck.

He laughed gently, nothing mocking about it. "Of course not, sweathart. We should get going though. Check out is in two minutes."

I nodded and reluctantly got up. We decided that we should take a quick shower and it was honestly a new experience. He shampooed my hair and took care washing my body, gently being careful of the soreness between my legs. For time sakes, he refused to let me wash him as well but said that one day I'll be able to.

This time, I drove, dropping him off at his house since Alice had driven his truck back to its spot in his driveway. We said our goodbye between extremely heated kisses but he never let go of me.

"I love you, Mac," he whispered, his lips feather light on my ring for the billionth time.

My breath fell out in a small, contented sigh. "Wyatt…"

"Yes, mon amour?"

I smiled and leaned down to replace my ring with my lips and kissed him sweetly. As I pulled away, he pecked my lips lovingly, his nose brushing each side of my nose. He kissed my nose, both my eye lids, my temples, and my forehead before finally uttering a real goodbye and exiting the car. I watched him shuffle up his cement steps, my heart in my throat as he blew me a kiss and went inside.

I drove home slowly, knowing the kind of wrath I would get from my family about all of this. For once, though, I did not seem to care. My heart was full to bursting of all the love I felt, of all the feelings Wyatt brought out in me. I needed him and he needed me, our joining a kind of perfect alchemy.

I pulled into my driveway, pressing a button on the visor to open the garage. Damn. I parked the car with care, knowing full well that this was my father's favorite vehicle. Which, said father looked up at me from where he was working on his Indian. He wiped his greasy hands on a towel and got up to a standing position.

"MacKayla Raine Black."

I winced, stepping out of the Lambo. "Dad," I whispered my greeting.

"Thanks for the call. Notice. For coming home finally."

"Dad, please –"

"Mac," he interrupted, "I get it, truly, I do. But a phone call would've worked. Letting me and your mother fucking know that you were fine and coming home the next realize your almost nineteen, I get that you have an imprint, however you live with your family, not alone, and there a people who care about you and –" He broke off, staring at my hand.

SHIT! I put it behind my back. "Thanks, Dad, that means a lot to me –"

"ALICE!" he yelled.

Alice flittered almost instantaneously. "Jacob Black, what is it?" she demanded in an irritated way.

He pointed to my hand. "How dare you –"

"Jacob, we have one day, and you are concerned about something like a ring?"

"One day till what?" I asked cautiously.

"We are getting visitors."

"The Volturi?" I guessed, alert and ready.

She shook her head. "No, but still vampires we have no reason to trust."

Uh-oh, and the plot thickens. We have now reahed the up hill climb towards the climax and there is only about seven to ten more chapters, depending on my writing ability.

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French Key: Je t'aime= I love you, mon amour= my love, cherie= an endermeant translated as sweatheart