CHAPTER 12: Daddy.

I didn't know how long this could go on. Every time Jacob and I were together I'd try and try to talk about what happened that night on the beach, but I'd always lose my courage. I tried and tried and tried to block the possibility of Jake. . . dead, out of my mind but it just wouldn't retreat.

I replayed that night over and over again, trying to find another explanation for why I broke into hysterics, so that I wouldn't have to tell Jacob the truth. Nothing.

Jacob seemed distracted lately, and I think I knew why. I knew he so badly wanted -no needed- to know what happened, but he didn't want to push me. I thanked God everyday for the wonderful man I'd ended up with.

I heard the TV click on in the foyer of the cottage. I prayed to God that it wasn't my Dad. I really didn't want him to know about the other night. It was just to. . Personal. Between me and Ja- well myself.

Slowly I rose from my bed; walking to the door I pressed my ear against it. Whoever was in there was listening to the morning news.

"Renesmee, I don't bite. I promise. Well not you, anyways." Dad teased, laughing at his own joke.

Damn. I took a deep breath, and pushed open the door, stepping over the threshold. Slowly I crept down the narrow hallway, pausing just before the entrance to the den.

"Renesmee?"

I swiftly took the last few steps into the open, gliding over to the love seat next to where my dad sat.

"Hi," I said flatly, looking anywhere but at him.

"Nessie, look at me please."

I unwillingly turned my head to find that he was sitting next to me; his chair abandoned.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he whispered.

No.

"Renesmee, you can talk to me."

Its nothing. Its just stupid. Forget it. Please.

"Nothing about you is stupid. Renesmee, I'm your father. I love you. I'm here to help you."

I love you too.. . . But really, there s nothing to talk about.

"There's everything to talk about Ness. I understand how it feels to love someone that much. I understand how it feels to have that constant fear that one day your going to wake up and they'll be gone. I understand." He talked quietly brush my hair behind me ear. "Please, talk to me. I'm here for you."

You know every though that passes through my mind, haven't you been breached?

"I can. But, Renesmee, I want you to want to tell me yourself."

I felt wetness roll down my cheek. I don't want to lose him….

" Oh Nessie you won't. I swear you won't. Jacob would never leave you. It's physically impossible."

Dad hugged me to his chest, letting me ruin his shirt with the tears tat flowed relentlessly from my reddened eyes.

He knew that wasn't what I meant. Jacob would never leave me under his own will. Period. I knew that from the tip of my nose to the soles of my feet. He would never.

"Of course Jacob would never leave you. Though that's not what I meant." He whispered close to my ear. "Jacob would no allow himself to die, when you were here waiting for him."

He wouldn't have a choice. You just can't tell God to wait.

"Maybe not. But if the day ever comes when your face to face with God, I hear he's very understanding."

How did he always know the right thing to say?

"Because I'm just that great," He joked.

"But Renesmee, never forget that not only am I here for you, so is your mother, grandparents, aunts, and uncles. We all love you and want to help you in any way we can."

I sighed. I know.

Just then the sound of the high-pitched doorbell sounded through the house.

"It's Jacob my sweet. Go to your room I'll take care of it."

No. I-I want to see him.

"Are you sure?"

Yes.

"If you insist," He sighed.

"I do." I sniffed.

"Ah, so the famous Jacob Black makes you speak." He teased.

I smiled up at him and wiped my eyes on his shirt.

"What's next, do I become your tissue?"

"I love you."

"The feelings are returned."

There was another abrupt ringing, reminding me that My Jacob was at the door- waiting for me.

"I'm still getting used the that My Jacob thing," he laughed. "But your Jacob is waiting."

Heat rushed to my face turning then rosy red.

"So much like your mother."

I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and went to retrieve the love of my life, who waited impatiently at the door-Making his presence know by the doorbell every few seconds.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." I called.

I opened the door to find My Jacob; his torso bare reveling his amazing abs. Water diamonds dripped from his jet black hair, trailing down his russet cheeks.

"Hey, Honey." He greeted placing a quick kiss on my lips before entering the cottage.

"Why hello to you too," I laughed.

I closed the door and turned around to find the air.

"Jacob?"

"In here Ness!" The sound came from the kitchen.

There he sat with a fork and knife in hand, like in one of those fifties commercials.

"Hungry, I assume?"

"How'd you guess babe?" He teased. I giggled at that.

"I'll get right on that." I laughed heading toward the fridge.

"Where're your parents?"

"Um, my Dad was just here, and I haven't the slightest idea where my mom is."

And that reminded me of the conversation I'd had not two minutes ago. And also about the inevitable conversation that would have to take place. With Jacob.

Hello my loves. Sorry it took me so long to get this up. I've just been depressed. A guy I've liked for a really long time just got a gf. *Sigh*. Well just another word of warning Samantha Fair (Sam 2) will become a major character later on - =*) Laura