Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, I only own my fail-ish self. . . .

A/N Hey there people of fanfiction! I'm trying to update a lot faster just now because I know that next week I wont be able to upload at all!!! I'm travelling to the land of no internet connection! But what I will do is I will write and write and write and write and write until my little fingers fall off, then as soon as I get the internet back (which will be on the train home) I will upload all of the chapters. I'm hoping to finish the story when I'm away and then just give you the last few chapters all in one go. But I'm not leaving until Friday, so I still have time. Wow, this is a big A/N. On with the story. . . . .

Chapter 19

Bella's POV:

For the rest of the day we all tried our best to keep Renesmee content, but it wasn't easy. It seemed like every ten minutes she'd ask when Edward would be home. It was heartbreaking to tell her that we didn't know. So when the evening came and her eyelids started to pull towards each other, in a way I was quite relieved. I pulled her into my arms and carried her up the stairs, lying down on my bed, with her still in my arms.

A couple of hours after she had fallen asleep, Jacob came up to check on us. He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her bronze curls.

"Jake, you should go and sleep, there's a sofa bed in the spare room, and you look shattered." He looked up at me as I spoke.

"I'll be fine on the floor." I would have insisted that he used the sofa bed, but I had no energy left to argue.

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When I next opened my eyes, the sun was streaming through the thin curtains, and as I looked outside I saw not a cloud in the sky. So much for pathetic fallacy. As I sat up, Renesmee – who had slept in my arms all night - stirred and began to yawn. That's when I noticed that Jacob was still lying on the floor, sound asleep.

Renesmee opened her eyes and looked straight into my own eyes. I knew what she was going to ask before she even spoke.

"Is Daddy here yet?" I sighed as she asked and shook my head, but I was in a way grateful that she wasn't old enough to understand what was going on, despite her excessive knowledge. She crawled over the bed and into my lap, before touching her delicate fingers to my neck, showing me a memory of Edward and me, sitting in the garden playing with her. Then she brought up her memory of me yesterday, – had it really only been 24 hours ago? It had felt like years passing – lying on the bed screaming and shouting for Edward. I pulled her hand away before she could show me anything else.

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Louise's POV:

We lay on the sofa most of the morning, before Paul went upstairs to get dressed. When he came back down, I was sitting watching a repeat of 'Nurse Jackie' on the television. I'd seen every episode a million times, but they all still made me laugh.

"Why are you watching that rubbish again?" He asked as he walked through the door.

"Because it's funny!" I replied as he sat down, pulling me into a tight hug. "Hmm. . .Don't you think that guy, uhh. .Cooper, do you not think he looks like that Cullen, the blonde one?" *If you get the joke, high five to you!* Paul just laughed.

"I guess so. A little bit. So, what do you want to do today? We could go over to Sam and Emily's place, Sam said that Emily's missed having you around as much. How about it?"

"Yeah, sure. You're right; I haven't seen Emily in weeks. Do you want me to phone and check that it's okay to go over?"

"Sure," He said, "I'll go upstairs and get your coat" He chucked over the house phone and headed for the staircase again.

After a couple of rings, Sam answered the phone, in his deep, booming voice.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Louise, uh, Paul and I were just wondering if we could come over for a while?"

"Oh, hi Louise. Yeah, that's absolutely fine. Do you want me to put you on to Emily? She's been dying to see you for days."

"Uh, yeah, sure." He called Emily over to the phone and I could hear him telling her it was me.

"Louise! How are you?" Emily was as bubbly as ever.

"I'm great thanks. So is it okay for us to come over for a while?

"Absolutely! When do you think you'll be over?"

"In about ten minutes?"

"Sure, we'll see you then! Bye sweetie." She hung up the phone and as I turned to put the phone back into its socket Paul came in, holding my jacket.

"You ready, babe?" He asked. I nodded and took my jacket from him; he kissed me softly and took my hand. "Let's go then."

Jacob's POV:

I woke up with a stiff back and a sore head. I obviously hadn't slept well. Then I remembered that was because I was sleeping on a hard, wooden floor. I opened my eyes and sat up to see Bella and Renesmee sitting on the bed, Nessie's hand on Bella's neck. When Bella pulled her daughters hand away from her neck, she looked down to see me sitting on the floor, still in yesterday's clothes.

"Oh, um, morning Jake." She attempted a smile, but I could clearly see that it didn't reach her eyes. I smiled back regardless.

"Jakey!" My little angel squealed from Bella's arms. She clambered over, tumbled off of the bed, and came and put her arms around my neck.

"Hiya sweetheart" I gave her a hug before handing her back up to Bella.

"Jake?" She spoke with such a lovely little voice, every word punctuated perfectly, as if she were a seven year old. "Do you know when Daddy's going to be home?" Uh-oh. What was I supposed to say to that? I glanced up at Bella desperately. But she had the same expression as I must have. I couldn't upset my Renesmee, but I couldn't give her false hope either, that would just kill her if it came to nothing.

"I don't know, Pumpkin, but I'm sure he misses you lots and lots." I stroked her face lightly. "I know you miss him, Sweetheart."

"Well, maybe if he knew how much we missed him he would come home." Renesmee stared at me, waiting for a reply, but I was looking at Bella. She looked...excited? There was a spark in her eyes as she looked back at me.

"Jacob, his phone, he has his phone!" Nessie looked up at her mum.

"Can we phone him Mummy? Can we?!"

"Yes! Oh, what a smart girl you are Renesmee." She smiled at her daughter. Huh, trust Renesmee to know what to do.

Bella pulled out the bedside drawer and took out a swanky looking mobile phone. She dialled the number quickly, hardly looking at the screen or the keys.

"Can I talk to him Mummy?" Bella held the phone down to Renesmee's ear until Nessie took it in her own delicate hands.

Renesmee's POV:

Mummy handed me her mobile phone and I listened to it beeping until someone on the other end picked it up.

"Hello?" It was Daddy's voice, but he sounded angry. He was never angry, not even when Auntie Rose made fun of him. Why was he angry?

"Daddy! It's me Renesmee!!" Mummy gasped as she heard me talking on the phone. Had she expected Daddy not to answer? "We all miss you, even Jakey! Please will you come home? Please, please please?" I had thought that he might laugh when I told him that Jake missed him, but instead he spoke to me in a harsh tone.

"Don't ever phone me again. I am NOT coming home. Ever. I wish you would all just leave me alone. I hate you all!"

The phone dropped out of my hands.

Jacob's POV:

The mobile dropped out of her hands.

She threw herself at me, wailing.

"He hates me! He s-s-said he h-hated m-m-m-meeeeee" she could hardly talk through her sobs.

Warm liquid flooded my shirt as she sobbed into my shoulder.