"Renesmee! Sweetie!" I cried when I saw my daughter's lovely face. I rushed to her and clutched her tightly.
"Momma? Momma!" she clapped her hands in delight. I kissed her on the cheek.
Jake strolled towards me from his house with a mock pout on his face. "Aww, you're back again?"
"Ha. Ha. Ha." I laughed sarcastically. "Didn't get enough time with my baby girl yet?"
He chuckled. "Not quite."
I rolled my eyes. "It's good to be back."
Jacob stared at me curiously. "You seem a little bit more—lively today...what's up?"
"I had an epiphany," I laughed, partly serious, partly joking.
His eyes widened. "For real? Like, for real, for real?"
I laughed again. "For real, for real. Edward is a—" I stopped, remembering that Renesmee was still in my arms.
"Mhmm…?" Jake prompted me.
I shook my head, smiling.
"Is a freakin' mofo." He finished the sentence for me. "Or is that too much?" he looked at me anxiously. "I mean, y'know, if you meant something else, or—"
"No, no," I giggled, "You're absolutely and positively correct."
He grinned, still a little unsure. "So, you've fallen out of love with him, in other words?"
I nodded and grinned back at him.
He was utterly shocked and speechless. "Um. Yeah, okay, that works. But, uh—you know I can't just—" He stopped uneasily. "I can't—"
"Spit it out, Jake!" I laughed.
"Bells, you know I can't just—what I mean to say is—well, I can't leave Renesmee if that's what you want. I wish I could, and I still love you, but in a different way, y'know?" He shrugged awkwardly.
I stared at him. "You can't be serious."
"You know the rules of the imprint," he said desperately, pleading with me.
I broke out snickering. "Jake—I don't want—to be with you—that way!" I explained between gasps of breath.
"Oh." He sighed in relief.
"Now, I have to explain the situation to you," I began.
Renesmee bounced up and down on my lap as Jacob and I discussed strategies. Normally I wouldn't be sitting, but Jake did get tired sometimes and it unnerved him when I stood above him. Good human practice, anyway.
"Bella," he said suddenly. "What happened to college?"
"Oh. Shit," I cursed, and then cursed again ("Dammit!") when I remembered my daughter was listening. Renesmee shook her finger at me. "Bad momma. No profanity allowed!"
I wore an ashamed face. "I'm sorry, sweetie."
Jake cleared his throat. "Back to the issue at hand," he reminded me.
"Right. College. What am I supposed to do about that? I haven't been for an entire week!"
"You'll just have to explain you were—sick."
I snorted. "That's original."
"A vampire has to fake sick at some time!" he defended his suggestion. "Besides, you're really very convincing. Now that you're perfect and immortal and all."
"I guess that's true," I agreed.
"Good, that's settled." Then Jacob yawned. "I gotta get a nap. See ya." And he began to lumber up to his room. "Oh, by the way," he stopped walking, "We received a letter here for you. Dunno who it's from. Wonder why they sent it to La Push instead of your house?"