"Edward, what is she like?" I asked. Anything but Aunt Louise, anything but Aunt Louise.

"Oh, she's like nothing else on Earth, Bella," he said worshipfully.

That didn't tell me much. Especially since Edward had never met my Aunt Louise. We were only minutes from the house though, and I decided it would be faster and easier to just see for myself. Edward insisted on giving me his shirt to cover the immodest ruins of the blue silk dress Alice had given me. The shirt was missing most of its buttons, thanks to me, but it was still an improvement, so I held it closed with one hand and we ran.

The race ended when I saw Jacob in the glass-littered yard just past the river. Seth-wolf and Leah-wolf were pacing behind him, and he crossed his arms over his chest as Edward and I approached. It was suspiciously as though he were standing guard.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Jacob frowned at me, then belched unspectacularly, then pressed a fist over the button of his jeans. "Do you think she's safe yet?" he directed at Edward.

Edward nodded. "Her self-control is amazing."

I beamed.

Leah-wolf growled furiously, and snapped at the air. I looked from her to Jake, and then to Edward in growing uncertainty.

"Everyone's just a little tired, love. Don't worry about it," Edward said soothingly, and shot a warning glare toward Jacob.

"GRrrr-aaAH little tired?!" shrieked Leah, as she tore around in a small circle, then phased to human in the midst of swirling leaves. "That brat of yours is the spawn of all that is unholy! Do you know how many diapers--"

Jacob silenced her with a roar. Seth was whining desperately, covering his head with both paws as his sister now stood stark naked next to him, literally vibrating with fury. Then she phased again, spun, and disappeared into the forest. Jake turned back toward me and Edward with a sigh, and I noticed that his cheeks were pale and there were smudges of purple exhaustion under his eyes.

"You've been helping take care of her," I said. "Is she really that bad?"

He laughed nervously, then winced, and bowed a bit over that hand on his stomach again.

"Jake, are you sick?"

"No, Bells, I'm fine. You, though. Wow, you're a freak show," he deflected, grinning.

Edward growled but I grinned right back. "Super-creepy?"

"Like a slasher flick. Speaking of which, let's do this thing." He clapped his hands together and stepped toward me. I blinked in confusion, especially when Seth whined and I heard Leah's gnashing and snarling from the forest again. And then the wind shifted, bringing me the scent of Jacob's living blood and the heat pulsing off his soft, smooth, brown skin. He smelled so different than Mr. Banner, so much like--

"C'mon, Bells. Thirsty? Do your worst," he said softly.

--Pepto Bismol? I wrinkled my nose. "What's that smell? Is that Pepto?" I said in surprise. I could hear Emmett's belly laugh inside the house.

Jacob flinched. "You don't wanna… eat me, or anything?" he asked hopefully.

I shook my head, nose still wrinkled. "You kinda stink," I admitted. "Like dog." And I burped again, as if in memory, though not nearly as grandly as I had in the forest. Edward blanched. "And I don't like dog!" I added, too quickly.

"It will be fine," Edward said.

Jake gave Edward a quizzical look. "Are you sure, Bloodsucker?" he asked. He looked so worried. Why was he so worried about the baby?

Edward said firmly, "She needs to see her."

I was looking back toward the house, listening to the voices and movements there, filtering them, because I had managed to pinpoint the small, rushing heartbeat inside.

"Renesmee," I whispered.

Jacob blinked in shock. "What?"

"I TOLD you!" Alice's voice rang out from the house. Edward cringed behind me.

"What?" I echoed, confused. I looked from Jacob to Edward.

"…Ruh-nez-may," Edward murmured uncomfortably. "Of course."

"YOU said it was Ruh-neh-say," Jacob blurted.

"It's better than Rih-nez-nuh," Edward retorted.

"It's Ruh-NAY-NAY!" Emmett bellowed from the house. "She LIKES Ruh-nay-nay!"

I stamped my foot and yelled, "Stop it! Her NAME is RENESMEE!"

And then Renesmee started crying. Screaming, actually. Great, piercing, glass-tremoring wails that made Seth whine and cover his head with his paws again.

"NOW look what you did," Jacob sighed.

"…sorry about that," I muttered. "But it is."