I walked back to my house in a complete daze. Why would Jacob think he needed to get a job? Did he not realize I could get my hands on any amount of money he needed? I know the statistics are usually the other way around. The girl searches for a rich man to provide for her, but this time it's different. I pondered over the idea that it might bother him. He wasn't used to the amount of money I was worth. It seemed like nothing to me. I grew up around it. Jacob didn't. I made a mental note to talk to him about it later. I needed to know if he was uncomfortable with the fact the I could provide for us and not him. I hope this wasn't the case.

"Why the long face?" My mom asked when I walked into the house. My dad didn't look away from the TV as he slid away from my mom, giving me room to pout between them. I sat down and slumped over, laying my head on my mom's lap and curled my legs up on my dad's lap. My mom's hands went directly to my hair and I closed my eyes, sighing. "Honey, what's wrong?" My dad asked, rubbing my leg soothingly.

"Jake." I breathed.

"You fighting?" Derek asked, walking into the living room. He was concentrating on the videogame in his hands.

"No… I don't think so. I would like to fight someone named Emma." I growled her name. It set my throat on fire.

"All right! Chick fight!" Derek cheered.

"Derek!" My dad growled.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

"Emma?" My mom asked.

"Little miss young, blond, perfect, beautiful, teenager that brings Jacob and his coworkers lemonade. Her pretty little hands touching his arm… flirting! Who does she think she is? I mean what right does she have to walk into a construction site and handing out drinks? It should be a law."

"Can we back up a little?" My mom's voice raised with her confusion.

I sighed and turned my head on her lap to look up at her. "Jacob's working. That's where he's been all summer. I don't know why he didn't tell me."

"Jacob has a Job?" My mom's eyebrows pulled together.

I nodded. "Yeah, and it involves girls wondering around him all day. She was throwing herself at him! Can I hurt her?"

"No." My dad chuckled.

"A little bit?"

"Ness, you're better than that. We raised you better than that."

"I know," I sighed. "But what if it was mom working and some young good looking guy was practically rubbing himself all over her?"

I heard his teeth clench together and I smirked.

"My thoughts exactly."

"Ok, I get it, but no, you can't kill her. Not unless she tried something." My dad patted my leg and smiled.

I laughed at him.

"Wait, I'm still stuck on why he's working." My mom, as always, was a step behind the conversation.

"I think he's trying prove something." I wondered.

"Like what?" My mom shook her head, she was just as baffled as I was.

"I don't know… maybe the fact that he wants to be the one to provide for him and I."

"We've always set aside money for you… for a future for you." My mom seemed to be thinking out loud.

I nodded. "I know." I said, remembering the nice account my parents set up for me. With the amount of money that was sitting in there, Jacob and I could keep an entire country running for years.

"It's Jacob. He's got a reason for everything." My dad spoke up.

I gasped, sitting up. Why didn't I remember this before? Jacob told my dad something. He knows more than me. That would explain why he's not as confused as my mom.

"Tell me!" I pleaded, taking my dad's hand in mine. "Please, please! You know something!"

"Don't plead with me, Renesmee." My dad tried sounding strong, but I knew he couldn't tell me no when I begged him.

"Daddy, what do you know? Please?" I paused, realizing he wasn't looking at me. I curled up on his lap, placing my hands on his face and waited until he sighed and looked into my eyes. Eyes he could never resist. Even when they belonged to my mom. "Why is Jacob working? Does he not want to come to terms with how much I'm worth?"

"No." My dad chuckled.

"Tell me. Please, Daddy, it's driving me insane! I know you don't want your only daughter going mental." I dropped my voice so I was whispering. "Please."

My dad sat silent. His face twisted as he fought to keep his mouth shut. "Renesmee." He moaned, closing his eyes.

"Look at me."

"No."

"Tell me!"

"You're impossible."

"You don't want me suffering, do you?" I asked him. He opened his eyes and looked into mine. I didn't speak. I knew very well, how to plead with him with my eyes.

"No. He's not trying to prove a point. Will you leave it at that?"

"No." I groaned. "If he's not proving anything, why is he working?" I unleashed the full force of my eyes on him.

"He's doing it for you."

"Me? What do I need? There is nothing I want that causes him to have to work."

"Damn, she's good." Derek said from the chair across the room.

"She gets that from her mother." My dad grumbled.

"I guess that will do. For now. Thanks!" I kissed his cheek and got up. I walked towards the stairs when Alyssa walked through the door with Claire behind her.

"Just the girl we want to see!" Alyssa skipped across the room to me. She grabbed my arms and pulled me towards the door leading out to the garage.

"Where are you taking me?"

"We're going shopping. You're coming." Alyssa informed me.

"I am?"

"Yes!" Claire laughed. "We're boyfriendless… all three of us. So we're going shopping."

"Renesmee…" My dad said warily. I didn't realize I was reaching for the keys to the rental car.

"Please? It's just to Port Angeles. We'll be careful. Speed limit the whole way. I swear."

"I'll go, protect the little ladies." Derek offered. He stood up and draped his arm across my shoulders.

"The only one they need protection from is you, Derek." My mom chuckled.

"Now, come on." Derek dramatically clutched his shirt laying over his still heart. "I would hope the woman who created me, would have some faith in me."

"Oh, I trust you with them, in that you're not going to drink them dry. I don't trust you behind the wheel with my daughter in tow. This is why you're here in the first place."

"She's right." My dad agreed.

"Besides, it's girls only. Want to come, Aunt Bella?" Alyssa offered.

"No, not in the mood to shop. You girls go have fun."

"That means I can drive?" I asked, reaching for the keys that were now clenched in my dad's fist.

"You will call as soon as you get there, and then before you leave." My dad dangled the keys over my head.

"Promise." I reached for them, but he was quicker.

"Speed limit."

"I will."

"Seatbelts."

"Ok!"

"I better not hear anything in their minds when you get home. I will be looking."

"Of course." I nodded. Right now I would agree to anything that would cause him to drop those keys in my hand.

"Be careful." He smiled and dropped the keys into my open palm.

I squealed and turned towards the door. "Oh!" I gasped and turned back to face him. "I almost forgot." I smiled and held out my palm once more. "Please?"

He narrowed his eyes at me, but pulled out his wallet from his back pocket. He laid a hundred dollar bill across my palm and I sighed.

"I need a skirt to go with those shoes."

I waited while he laughed and laid another bill on top of the other.

"A shirt?"

I waited again.

"Gotta eat, you know."

I heard the faint gasps from Alyssa and Claire standing beside me.

"Let me guess, gas for the car?" My dad smiled and laid another bill on the growing pile.

"Love you!" I kissed his cheek and shoved the money in my jeans pocket.

"Spoiled much?" Claire mumbled, elbowing me in the ribs. She turned to Alyssa who shrugged.

"How much did your parents leave you?" Claire folded her arms across her chest.

"Not much." Alyssa bit her bottom lip.

"Not much is fifty bucks." Claire hissed.

"Ok, a little more than not much?" Alyssa shrugged.

"You girls have fun. Claire did you drop your gum out of your pocket?" My dad pointed to the floor by her feet.

"Oh, thanks Mr. Cullen." She bent down and picked it up, shoving it back in her pocket. She gasped and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. "Where did this…" She trailed off when my mom laughed. Claire shook her head. "Mrs. Cullen, I ca--"

My mom shook her head and pointed at my dad.

"I did nothing. Go. Get out of here. Have fun."

I smiled at my dad and he winked at me.

"Did he really do that?" Claire whispered as he walked towards the car.

"He's fast."

"I guess. I didn't even feel him in my pocket." She handed the bill out to me. "I can't take it, though."

"Don't give it to me. I already have my share. Take it. You'll upset him if you don't buy something with it." I said, pushing her hand away from me.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Well then, what are we waiting for? I saw this cute shirt I want. Oh, and there is a necklace that goes great with it!" She gushed as we pulled out of the garage. I made sure to go down the driveway slower than necessary.

The shopping trip was more fun than I expected. I ended up with a complete outfit. Alyssa bought two shirts and jeans. Claire also got an outfit.

I dropped Claire off at Quil's house and Alyssa and I drove home. We dropped our bags just inside the door and my aunts were in front of us, peering in them.

"Oh, this is cute!" Aunt Alice crooned over my shirt and skirt set. "Ness, I have the perfect shoes that would go great with these!"

Aunt Rosalie was already plotting to trade clothes with Alyssa.

"Hey." Jacob smiled from the couch.

"Where's Emma?"

"Nessie…" Jacob huffed and crossed the room to me.

"I'm kidding." I rolled my eyes. "So, er… how was work?"

"Fine." He leaned over to look in my bag. "How was shopping?"

"Fun." I smiled and took his hand, leading him into my room. "Can we talk?"

"Uh… I didn't do it."

I laughed, shaking my head. "No, I just want to ask you something." I backed him up to my bed and he sat down, pulling me onto his lap.

"Does it…" I trailed off, not knowing how to even start this conversation. I took a deep breath and tried again. "I'm… rich… you know that, right?"

"As if the shopping trip isn't proof of that, yes I know. And I'm guessing the money came from daddy."

I shrugged.

He rolled his eyes.

"Does it bother you?"

"What? That you're worth more money than the queen?"

I nodded.

"No."

"You're not working because you want to make the money."

"It would be nice to provide for my family, but no, that's not why I'm working. This is just a summer job. I'm coming back to Boston with you after the summer is over."

"I'm so lost." I groaned.

"Good." Jacob's chest vibrated from his laughter.

"When will I find out?" I asked, reaching between us and playing with the hem of his shirt.

"When I'm ready for you to find out."

I lifted his shirt and kissed along his collarbone, and letting my fingertips trail along his abs. "Can I persuade you?" I mumbled against his shoulder. I twisted my body on his lap so I was facing him. I moved the kisses to his neck and felt his breath become uneven.

"Not with your parents downstairs." He whispered into my ear.

"True. Let's go for a walk."

"Yeah, I bet as soon as we walk downstairs, your father will be waiting for me at the door. You do know he can hear us up here, right?"

I sighed and settled for just kissing him.