"Love, Renesmee is going to be fine." I heard my dad telling my mom for the millionth time. They all thought I was sleeping. I sat up in bed to listen better. I made sure to move around to make it sound like I was just rolling over.

"I know, Edward, but now we have to worry about her ever getting bitten again. What if she gets bitten when we're not around." My mom said softly.

"When is she ever out of our site long enough for someone to even try and bite her. Bella, you're thinking way too into it."

"Edward!" My mom's bell voice screeched. "She was right in front of us and she was bitten!"

"Sweetheart, calm down. She'll hear you." My dad soothed her.

"You know," Jacob's voice made me gasp and I covered my mouth to keep in the scream. He smiled and got off the rocking chair to sit on the edge of the bed. "Eaves dropping is not a smart thing to do. Especially if your doing it to vampires. I'm pretty sure they know you're awake."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "They know now." I didn't hear any talking coming from downstairs, so I knew they had heard Jacob talking to me. "Why aren't you down there with them? Or out running patrol or something."

Jacob shrugged. "I didn't want to leave your side."

"My dad let you stay?"

"No, but your mother didn't want to leave you alone. She was sitting up here, so I told her to go down and help the others. For a vampire she was pretty fidgety sitting up here." He chuckled then sighed. "That's Bella though."

"You're awake." My mom pointed out as she flitted into my room. "How do you feel?" Her hands reached for my arm automatically. I tried pulling it out of her grasp, but she held it tighter.

"It's not going anywhere." I mumbled. I tucked my arm under my blanket when she gave it back to me.

"I still want to make sure nothing's wrong with it."

"How's your shoulder?" I asked. Trying to get the attention off of me.

"Perfectly fine." She shrugged and looked towards Jacob. "She's awake now," She informed him as if he didn't already know. "You can go check in with your pack."

Jacob nodded and leaned over me to kiss my forehead. "You need anything?"

I shook my head.

Jacob stood up and squeezed my mom's shoulder before walking out of my room.

"So," My mom winked and moved to sit next to me on the bed. Both of us leaning against my headboard.

"So…" I urged.

"You really think you're ready for a relationship with Jacob?"

"Mom!" I groaned and hid my face in my hands.

She laughed and pulled my hands away from my face. "I'm not here to judge. I'm here to chat."

"Chat," I repeated. "Since when do you just chat."

She shrugged. "Since forever. We've talked boys before." She pointed out.

"Yes, but that was when I was young and had no idea what was going on."

"So, talk to me. Who says we can't talk about what you're feeling. I may be able to answer some questions you may have."

I turned my body to fully face my mother. "Are you trying to keep me up here?"

My mom laughed and shook her head. "Nope, this is just me wanting to see inside your head."

My head is perfectly clear. Plus you're my mother. She laughed as I put the thoughts in her head.

"Who says I have to be your mother all the time. I am eighteen you know. I know the feeling of not being able to live without someone. To love someone more than your own life."

I smirked and raised my eyebrow. "Are we talking about Dad, or Jacob."

"Your father!" My mom said quickly.

"I know, I was joking." I sighed. "Look, I know you're forever frozen at eighteen, but when I look at you I don't see a teenager. I see my mom."

"Well I'm glad you see me that way, but I'm not the type of mom that doesn't want to hear about her daughters love interests. I can relate to how you feel."

"So… if I talk to you about how I feel for Jacob… you wont think I'm crazy? If I talk to you about things… you wont make a face because I'm your daughter and you don't want to hear that sort of stuff?"

My mom reached over and placed her arm around my shoulders. "There is some things I don't want to know, but those things better not happen any time soon. You are only ten years old, Renesmee."

"How did this turn into a sex talk?" I asked her.

"I'm just letting you know. Jacob better already know that, but I don't care if you look twenty-five. You are only ten. I think you can wait." My mom glared into my eyes like she was looking for any sign that I had already done something. She wasn't going to find anything, so I let her search.

"How old were you?"

"What?"

I smiled. "You wanted to chat about boys… not as mother and daughter. So, I want to know. How old were you when you lost your virginity. You can't tell me you're still one because… well… me for one thing. And I know what goes on at night. I'm not eight." At the age of eight I looked like I was thirteen. That's when I started putting two and two together. A bed for vampires that never slept, the fact that most weekend mornings they were more than happy to send me to my Aunt's or Grandparent's house for the day… I understood, even though I still wish I didn't.

My mom took a deep breath and smiled. "Eighteen," she sighed. "It was our wedding night… or the night after. My wedding night was spent on a plane." I could tell my mom's thoughts were far away. She leaned her head back against the headboard and stared at my closet door. The next time she spoke she made me jump. "Anyway, your way too young to be thinking about anything like that."

"I know, trust me, I'm not thinking about that." I was only partially lying. I did think about it, but I didn't have any plans to change my status quite yet. I knew Jacob wouldn't disrespect my parents like that. I really didn't want to either.

My mom relaxed next to me. "Good," she breathed.

"You think I'll marry Jacob?" I asked after we were quiet for a few minutes.

"That's not up to me."

I snorted. "No, that's up to whether or not dad will give my hand. I'm betting on him not allowing it for another thirty years or so."

"Really?" My mom's smile lit up her golden eyes. "You would not run off and get married without Dad's permission?"

"Of course not. He is my father. I wouldn't want to deny him a chance to give me away. Although technically he wont be giving me away. I can't see me ever leaving you guys."

"You are one remarkable kid." My mom's voice broke and she leaned over to kiss my temple. "But just take things slowly with you and Jake. You both have all the time in the world. Please don't rush things."

"I wont." I promised. "The kissing…"

"Is weird, but it's ok."

"Thanks, Mom."

"There's the two most beautiful women in the entire world." My dad said as he flitted into the room. "What are we talking about?"

"You don't know?" I asked, surprised.

"No," he answered warily. "I was outside with the others. Should I know?"

"Oh, right. I almost forgot you can't read our minds. In that case, nope you shouldn't know." I stood up on my bed and stepped over my mom to wrap my arms around my dad's neck. He spun me away from the bed and I let go landing on my feet on the floor.

"You're not funny!" He called after me as I skipped out of the room. "No seriously. What were you talking about?" I heard him ask my mom.

"How much I love you." She answered and I heard them kiss.

Good save. I told her silently.

I heard her chuckle and my dad groan.

"Derek!" I sang as I plopped down on the couch next to him.

"There is like a million channels on this TV!" He hugged the remote like it was a bag of money he just found.

"A million channels and you decide to watch some soap opera in a language that I have never even heard of." I chuckled. That was definitely something Derek would do.

"It's pretty cool. That dude is cheating on his wife with that girl there, but I think she's his sister. Either that or she's his cat. I don't know. Not quite clear on the language. I did understand when they were talking about a tree."

"How?" I asked.

"He pointed to it."

I leaned forward holding my stomach as I laughed. "Where is Claire and Alyssa?"

"Sitting outside with Quil and Seth. Everyone else is around somewhere. Not too sure though."

"Sorry your vacation is not that fun." I mumbled and reached over to take Derek's hand.

"Are you kidding me?" He squeezed my hand. "This has been the best vacation I have ever had! Besides the fact that you got hurt and some really old creepy guys are mad at you for telling me your families secret."

"I wish I could show you around town more, but my family isn't going to let me out of their sight. My parents will be down any minute to check on me."

"Ness, I don't mind. I like your family. No one else I know has huge guard dogs to protect them. I'm never bored here."

I listened carefully for my parents upstairs. I could hear faint humming, so I figured they were still talking in my room. I was hoping they weren't listening to our conversation. I took a deep breath and talked quickly. "What would you say about becoming--"

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen!" My dad growled. He rushed past the couch and took my hand to drag me along.

"Oh," I gasped as the sudden whoosh of air rushing past me.

"Becoming what?" Derek called after us.

"Nothing," My mom told him. "You watch… whatever it is your watching."

"Thank you Mrs. Cullen."

"Bella," She corrected him and I heard her behind me.

My dad stopped and I smacked into his back. He spun around and I backed myself into the wall in the dining room.

"Do you want to freak him out?" he hissed. His face even with mine.

"No, I was just asking. I wasn't going to tell him that he was going to have to be changed. I wanted to know what he thought about the idea of being changed."

"Don't give him any hints. Nothing!"

"Ok, ok." I held up my hands, palms facing him. "I promise."

"Come on." My mom glared at my dad and put her arm around me.

We walked outside and I found Claire and Alyssa sitting on the ground leaning against the side of the house. I decided to join them when my aunts came into the yard and my mom walked over to them. They were all relaxed, so I knew nothing was wrong. This was going to be an uneventful afternoon.