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Emmett

I knock gently on the door to Bella's old bedroom. There is no response. Nessie must be really tired if she is sleeping through all the commotion downstairs. I pull the door open silently and step in. Everything is exactly as I remember it from Bella's days spent in here. The only differences are empty closets and some dust. Oh and of course Nessie is curled up in the bed, not Bella.

In two strides I am standing over the sleeping little sweetheart that I love so much. I freaking love this kid more than I could ever think possible. I never knew I could love someone so deeply without having any sexual inclination. And for that, Nessie is my favorite member of the family besides my wife.

I sit gently on the edge of the bed and run my hand across her forehead. She furrows her eyebrows subtly and sighs deeply. I know it is wrong to eaves-drop, but I find the curiosity too much to surpass. I slide my big hand into her tiny one and listen closely as her thoughts slide in and out of my mind.

Nessie is worried. She's scared and unhappy. If my heart could beat, it would be slowing with each rupture of pain rippling through her small core. I want to hug her tight and make sure she knows that everything is going to be ok. If only I could make that promise without lying. I never want to lie to her again.

Removing my hand, I softly shake Nessie's waist. Her eyes open slowly and then blink a few times before comprehending where she is. "Good morning Ness," I whisper and kiss her forehead. She stares up at me before rolling to her back and stretching.

"Are you mad?" she asks, stifling a yawn.

"No. But your parents are," I admit. "I personally think what you did was bad ass. You're my hero Ness."

"Shut up," she says while rolling her eyes. A smile spreads across her face and I find myself instantly happier. "Who's down there?" she asks suddenly, sitting up quickly.

"Sam and Emily stopped by with the baby. Charlie called them. He thought you would want to meet the baby."

Nessie does not respond. She leaps out of the bed and is out of the door faster than I have seen her move in a long time. I chuckle to myself and roll my eyes, much like she did a minute ago.

"Emmett, you big softie you," Rosalie says from the doorway. I am always surprised at how beautiful my wife really is. It's like I cannot ever remember how actually perfect she is.

"You married this big softie," I reply, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. Rosalie steps in the room and closes the door softly behind her. "Are we really going to do this? In Bella's old bed?" I ask more intrigued than concerned.

"Can you control yourself not to break it?"

"I always control myself," I tease. "It's you who lacks self control."

"Yeah, well you married me."

"I did," I say now very intense. Rosalie strides over to me and kisses me gently. I run my hands into her thick gold curls before pulling her down on top of me. "Try to be a little quieter than usual. We've got company," I smirk.

Nessie

My fears and concerns are pushed to the back of my mind as soon as Emmett tells me that Sam and Emily are here. It has been forever since I have seen them. Last time I saw Emily, she was only about four months pregnant. Now, she has herself a three year old son.

As soon as I reach the bottom of the stairs I am happy again. Sam is the first one I notice. He stands with a plate full of doughnuts. "Nessie! Hey!" he mumbles his mouth full of food. He walks up and pulls me into a tight hug. I can't help but notice how similar this hug feels to Jacob hugs.

Emily peeks out from the kitchen. In her arms she holds a boy with dark hair and dark eyes. He has a small bruise covering his left eye. "Oh my gosh! Is this little Jeremiah?" I ask now giddy. I love kids.

Emily walks toward me with a huge smile. "Nessie, I would like you to formally meet Jeremiah Samuel Uley." She sets him down and he immediately hides behind her legs. "He's shy. Give me a hug Ness," she says as she wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me in tightly. Jeremiah peeks out from behind her.

"How have you been Emily? It has been so long." I cannot erase the grin from my lips. I am actually really excited about this all. I guess this trip hasn't been a total waste.

"I've been really really great. I've got my hands full with this one here, but it is fun. I can't believe how much you've grown. It's crazy to think you are only seven."

"Yeah well, I'm a freak, remember?"

Everyone in the room laughs at my small joke. Jeremiah now steps out from behind his mother's legs and looks up at me. "Hi Jeremiah, I'm Nessie," I say. He smiles at me before running straight to Sam's arms. Sam picks him up and nuzzles his chest with his nose. The gesture leaves me smiling. For some reason I imagine Jake doing it. I push the thought away and focus on the people actually here—the ones who didn't lie to me.

After a few hours of socializing, Sam and Emily leave. I am sad to see them go, but I know I was already gifted more than I deserve. Rosalie and Emmett disappeared for much of the time spent with the Uley's. I really don't want to know where they went, so I ignore the fact that they have been gone when they sneak down from upstairs right before Sam and Emily leave.

I am surprised when Em and Rose allow me to stay for dinner later. All in all, the day has been more fun than I thought it could have been once I learned of Jacob's betrayal. Around six, Emmett tugs me out the door to my complaints. I beg to stay the night, but he is stern. So I hug Grandpa and Sue goodbye before curling up in the passenger seat of the Porsche. Rosalie follows behind us in my mom's Ferrari. I fall asleep before we are even out of Forks.

I wake up to the sound of the garage being opened. It's almost ten. I can't believe that I slept the whole ride home. Wiping sleep from my eyes, Emmett smiles at me and asks, "Do you hear that Ness?"

I listen as intently as I can. I can here Grandma and Grandpa talking from what is most likely the kitchen. I listen harder and can only hear the muffled voice of Alice. But then I hear it, clear as glass. Mom's silky laughter fills my ear with a kind of music.

"Mom!" I shout as I bust open the door and run through the house. I find her in my room with Alice. They are standing in my closet observing all the ridiculous amounts of clothes. Mom's arms open as I run at her. Before I can check myself, I leap through the air into her strong, cold arms. She stumbles backwards and catches herself easily. She wasn't ready for me to hit her with so much force.

"Renesmee," she sighs into my hair. She walks me over to the bed and sits me down. I place my hand on her stomach and show her how excited I am to see her. I also use the contact to ask id Dad and Jake came home too?"

"I'm sorry Renesmee, it's just me." She sits down next to me without even stirring the bed. I wish I could be as subtle as her. The tears pool in my eyes as the realization sets in. I still don't get everyone back. And Mom will most likely go back wherever Dad is as soon as she is done punishing me.

"Are you ready to explain all this to me?" I ask sounding much more confident than I really am. Alice sneaks out of the room and leaves me at my Mom's disposal.

"Since when do you talk to me like that Renesmee Carlie Cullen? I'm your mother; show me some respect."

I'm a little shaky with all the anger I have stored up in me. "I'm your daughter; show me some respect. What kind of mother lies to her daughter?" I spew.

Mom's face falls a little. I have hurt her with my harsh words. Part of me feels bad, but I won't take it back. She is hiding things from me. She is the one at fault here. "I'm sorry. It was wrong to lie to you. I just didn't want to freak you out before you started school."

"What's going on Mom?" I ask, softening by the second.

"It's the Volturi Sweetie." A shudder commands my body at just the mention. I have always instinctively known that these vampires are not like my family. They are worse, less human. I place my palm on her knee and ask her to explain what is going on. "They're doing research…on half-breeds…and the wolves."

"Wait what?"

"They have created there own half-breeds like you. Aro breeded with a human girl and had a son. Ciaus did the same and had a girl. Now they want to study the breeding habits of their offspring."

"What are they doing with the wolves?" I ask, fearing the answers.

"They want blood samples and stuff like that to run tests. They really want to understand the wolves so that they can destroy them if they become a liability. Renesmee, I didn't want to tell you this because I know how much you care for Jacob. But, the Volturi want Jacob to be their lab-rat, or dog I should say."

"What's gonna happen?" I ask now crying.

"I don't know."

"Why did you come home Mom? They could kill Dad and Jake without you there to shield them!" I am shouting at her now. The tears race down my face as if they are trying to win a trophy. I sob loudly.

"They won't Sweetheart. They want information from them. Believe me; I wouldn't have left if they were in any kind of trouble." Mom moves closer to me and pulls me into a hug. Her soft t-shirt soaps us most of the tears, but a few drop onto her white forearms. Mom lets me cry until I have no more tears to shed. And when I'm all done, she tucks me in like I'm still a little girl. "I love you, Renesmee."

"I love you too," I reply whole-heartedly. "When is everyone coming home?"

"You know Renesmee? I think I'm going to call your father and tell him that they are more needed here. I'm sure Aro will understand if we postpone some of the tests for a few months."

"Really?" I ask, not actually believing it.

"Yes. I'm never going to lie to you again," Mom promises.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

A long silence stretches out as I think of a way to pose this question. "Mom?"

"Hmm?"

"Does Jacob miss me?"

I wait anxiously for an answer. Mom seems to be really thinking of an answer. I worry that that means he doesn't "He misses you a lot. Your father took away his phone so he couldn't contact you. I'm sorry." I smile because I now that Jacob might actually want to talk to me.

"Can I talk to him now that I know what's going on?" I ask eagerly. Mom smiles and nods once. She pulls her phone out and dials my Dad's number. I hear him on the other end. He is not pleased when Mom explains that I only want to talk to Jake. Even with the disappointment, I hear him pass the phone to Jacob. Mom gives the phone and leaves the room.

"Jake?" I ask.

"Oh Nessie!" he sighs. "I miss you!"

I have never once heard so much emotion in Jacob's voice. I don't even know how to respond. "I miss you more," I tease to lighten the mood some. He laughs my favorite hearty laugh.

"I seriously doubt that Nessie. How's school?"

"It would be so much cooler if you were there with me," I admit.

"Bleh. School. I never want to go back."

"What if I asked you to?" I pose, half-kidding.

"You know I would if you asked Nessie. I'd do anything for you." I hear the sound of a throat clearing from Jake's side. My dad must be listening. More than that, he must not like where the conversation is going. I wonder why. "Anyway, I really want to come home soon."

"I want you to too. Mom said you guys can!" The excitement in my voice is freaking even me out. I never act this uncontrollably silly.

"Really?" he asks skeptically.

"Yeah. I'm sure she will tell you all about it later."

Suddenly I head Dad's voice from behind Jacob. "Jake, it's late in Oregon. I think you better let her get some sleep."

"Sure, sure," Jake replies sounding a little hurt. "Hey Ness, I gotta go. I'm sorry we couldn't talk longer."

"Yeah I heard. It's ok though. I love you Jake," I state as I lay back on my pillows.

"I love you too Nessie. Sleep tight and hopefully see ya soon."

"Night," I mumble as I hang up the phone. Mom is down the stairs as soon as I disconnect.

"You're welcome Sweetheart," she says as she tugs the phone from my grip. With one small movement, she has me re-tucked into my sheets. Mom places a gently kiss on my forehead before turning out the light and heading upstairs. Sleep comes easy, and I find myself dreaming of happy things in spite of the eminent danger.