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Sorry, Authors sometimes have multiple personality disorder. Bah, I'm a sheep.
A/N Helloooooo (: How are my fanfic-ers today x?
Okay, I definitely deserve a high 5 for this one. I Found a hotel near where I'm staying that has free WiFi! So yeah, enjoy.
Chapter 22
Bella's POV:
I ran up the beautiful old staircase to my bedroom, where Alice was already throwing random clothes into a suitcase for me – But knowing Alice they all probably matched perfectly and were designed by someone foreign that I'd never heard of.
"Thanks, Alice." I gave her a quick hug before grabbing the suitcase and flying back down to the living room. Carlisle was still upstairs in his study. This wasn't a good sign. He must be having trouble booking the tickets.
In my peripheral vision I saw Rosalie throwing something silver towards me. I turned and put my hand out, ready to catch the flying object.
When I looked into my palm, I saw a set of keys, and I looked up at Rose.
"For the BMW." She said, "It's faster than Carlisle's Merc." I smiled at her gratefully.
Just then, Carlisle came down the staircase with a grim look on is face.
"What is it?" I asked, my eyebrows creasing in panic. He sighed deeply before answering.
"The only available flight isn't until 11pm tonight."
I groaned, before sinking to the couch and burying my face into the leather cushion. Carlisle sat down beside me and rubbed my back in soothing circular motions.
"It's fine, Bella. We'll get him back soon enough. Shh. . ." His words calmed me down significantly and I sat up.
"You right. I told Ness that I'd be here when she got back. We can't leave until I've told her what's going on. She has a right to know, regardless of whether she fully understands."
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Jacob's POV:
I sat on the beach for hours, watching Renesmee run around, collecting sea-shells. She still wasn't her normal self, but she was content, and that was good enough for me. It had to be better than her sitting at home crying as Bella and the others spoke about Edward.
When the sun began to vanish behind the horizon, Renesmee was lying on top of me, her head against my chest, and she was sound asleep.
I looked at my watch and sat up slowly, so as not to wake Renesmee. But my plan failed, and my little angel began to squirm in her light sleep.
She rubbed her eyes with tiny fists before pulling back her eyelids and staring up at me.
"Where are we Jakey?" Her words were slurred with drowsiness, and her head lolled to one side before I stood up ad carried her on my hip.
"We're still at the beach, sunshine. How 'bout we get you home?" She mumbled a yes but she was already falling back into a slumber in my arms.
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I closed the drivers door of the car and walked round the front to open the passenger door, undid Nessie's seatbelt and carried her into the mansion.
As I closed the front door behind me, Bella came up and took her daughter out of my arms.
"Was she okay, when you were out?" Bella sounded concerned, but I smiled as reassuringly as I could.
"She was fine. She fell asleep just before we left First Beach." Bella nodded as I spoke.
"Esme?" Bella turned around to look at her, "Could you take Renesmee up the stairs and put her in her cot? Is was wanting to talk to Jake, you know. . ." Esme smiled and held her hands out for Nessie.
"No problem."
I was confused. What was Bells wanting to talk to me about? Had something happened while I was out? Bella saw the look on my face.
"Jake do you want to go for a walk?"
Bella's POV:
I led Jacob out toward the small river beside the house, but stopped about halfway there.
"Bella, what's wrong?" Jacob sounded genuinely concerned. Though I knew he didn't care much for my husband, I knew that he cared enough about Renesmee and I to want us to be happy, and that meant having Edward here.
"Nothing is wrong. On the contrary, we have had an idea." His face lit up ever so slightly. "Well, it was Rosalie, actually." Jacob rose his eyebrows disbelievingly.
"Blondie actually thought?" I glared at him.
"Don't start. And yes, it was Rosalie's idea." He looked shocked. If things hadn't been so tense, I might have slapped him.
I took a deep breath. Jake wasn't going to like is. Not one bit.
"We're going to Italy."
I think it took a few seconds to sink in, as he stood staring at me blankly, before his bottom jaw dropped open.
"You're what?!? Bella, have you lost your mind?! Now, this is easier to understand! Trust Blondie to think of something as stupid as this! But I didn't think you'd listen to her! Bella! Wake up. What the hell is wrong with you, are you trying to get yourself killed?!" He was talking so fast the his words were becoming hard to understand.
"Jacob, calm down. I'm not trying to kill myself. If you actually listen for like, two minutes you might understand!" His face was not as red as it had been, so I continued talking. "We are going to the Volturi to-" He had opened his moth to speak but I held up my hand to stop him. "We are going to ask for their help." I spoke quickly so I could get the words out before being interrupted again.
"What the hell can they do?" He sneered.
In a way, I wanted to agree with him. I wanted to hate the Volturi, and be disgusted by them, the way I should be. But on he other hand, if there was any chance whatsoever that they could help us, I had to go.
"Demetri is a tracker. He can find Edward. . ." I trailed off, and Jacob finally understood my reasons for the sudden trip halfway across the world.
"When are you going?" He spoke in a low, monotone voice.
"The plane leaves tonight. Carlisle and I are going."
"And what about Renesmee?" His eyes were full of warmth as he mentioned my daughter name.
"Well, I was hoping that you. . ." I wanted him to understand what I meant without having to say it out loud.
"You want me to stay here with her." It wasn't a question. He knew that's what I had meant. I nodded mutely. A sigh escaped his lips. "Then that's what I'll do."
I breathed out a sigh of relief.
"But Bella. You have to promise me something." I looked up at him. "Promise me that you will come back, no matter what the leeches say. You'll come back to Renesmee and look after her. She needs a mum, Bella."
I nodded. I knew he was right.
I didn't know if I could survive if the Volturi wouldn't help, but I would come back for Renesmee.
