Hello there! I just wanted to say thank you for taking the time to read this story. I would absolutely love if you would comment and tell me what you think! This chapter took me awhile to write because I had to picture all the wolves ten years into the future from when Renesmee was born. Below is my take on what their families are like. I realize there are more wolves than what I have listed, but these are the ones mentioned in this chapter. Thanks again!

Sam-Emily

Anoki (Boy) 7, Mika (Boy) 6, Lucy (Girl) 4

Jared-Kim

Morgan (G) 5, Jade (G) 3, Sydney (G) 1

Paul-Rachel

Roman (B) 4, Austin (B) 4, Pregnant (G)

Seth-Jasmine

Pregnant (G)

Leah-Engaged to Mason

Chapter 3

I quickly shut my bedroom door behind me, turning around to face my room. My room for a few more days, that is.

The majority of my stuff was already in boxes, same completely sealed and ready to be taken away, others still open, allowing me to easily dig through the contents inside. Like now, for instance, when I needed to find a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt to wear to the Uley's.

After a little bit of searching, I found both, quickly slipping out of my jeans-and-sweater ensemble and into the comfier clothing.

Technically, I was ten years old, turning eleven in a matter of weeks, but nothing about me looked to be my age. My grandpa Carlisle said I had reached the maturity of a sixteen or seventeen year old human, but I bet I could even pass for eighteen. Over the last couple years, my accelerated growth rate has all but stopped, much to my family's relief. If I was being completely honest, it was a relief to me to, but not in the same way.

I was relieved to finally just be me. To finally know I'd wake up tomorrow looking the same as I did today. It's like being on this crazy roller coaster for your entire life, and then, one day, stepping off of it and into this world you've only seen flash by you at the speed of light. Trust me, I couldn't have been happier to get off the roller coaster, but I'm still getting use to it. The roller coaster was my normal for so long that I can only expect it's going to take a while to recover from the whiplash.

Jake's voice suddenly came from right behind my door, "Ness? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah!" I hollered back, quickly sliding into my shoes before heading out of my room.

"Renesmee, Jake! It's so good to see you two!" Emily said, coming to throw her arms around Jake and I, the smell of werewolf strongly concentrated within the walls of her home.

"Hey, Em," I replied, having to remind myself that she was human as I put my arms tightly around her shoulders.

I have always considered both packs, Jake's and Sam's, apart of Jake's family. They shared blood that bound them together and love that kept them that way. He didn't talk about it much, but lately every time we were around the wolves I could see pain in his eyes. Leaving them is going to be so hard for him, heck, it's going to be nearly unbearable for myself.

After saying "hello" Jake and I went to join some of the pack in what some might call Sam and Emily's family room, although that description seems to imply more square footage than actually available.

"Hey, dude?" I questioned, rubbing the top of Mika's hair as we passed through the kitchen. "Aren't you going to give me a hug?"

Sam and Emily's second oldest boy just laughed and shrugged his little shoulders, quickly filling his palms with handfuls of goldfish before running off to find the other kids, their childlike laughter evident even from the kitchen.

"There's the traitors!" Paul bellowed, Jake and I both laughing as we went and crashed on the couch next to him and his wife Rachel, one of Jake's sisters.

"Oh, don't be so rude, Paul!" Jared laughed from the couch across from us, quickly catching on to the sarcasm. "There more like...betrayers." Jared grinned at his own comment, Paul laughing again, as well.

"Oh shut up," Jacob laughed, nudging Paul hard in the side. Even though I could clearly tell Jake put some force behind the action, Paul's chuckles barely wavered.

"Like you wouldn't do the same for Kim?," Emily laughed, shooting Jared a questioning look. That pretty much shut the two wolves up, both quickly looking to their wives in an almost apology.

"Canada will be good for you too," Rachel added, throwing me a smile that reminded me so much of her brother's. "Plus, it really isn't too far." Her words were meant to be comforting, but that just made my heart skip a much-too-fast beat.

I let the voices of Jake, Paul, Jared, and Sam fade into the background. There ongoing discussion of how the packs were going to communicate and coordinate when one Alpha lived in Washington and one in Canada was nothing new to me. This was going to be a major adjustment for the wolves, especially Seth and Leah.

When it became evident that my family was going to have to move and that Jake would be moving with us, the two packs were told the plan. There was arguing, a lot of arguing, but in the end, all the wolves understood. They had all imprinted, Jake's justification couldn't be shaken. Of course, then we had to factor in the fact that Jake was the Alpha. At first, the decision was made that both Seth and Leah would be moving to Canada along with Jake. He was their Alpha, they didn't even seem to question it, but I continued to refused. I didn't want Jacob to make the sacrifice, let alone his pack! I argued, even pleaded with Jake to change his mind, but there was no use. It was one hybrid against three, there was no hope for a victory. That was, of course, until Leah got engaged.

Seth had imprinted on a local Forks girl a little over two years ago. Him and Jasmine were married only a short year later, currently pregnant with their first child. Despite my desperate pleas, Jasmine agreed with Seth that moving to Canada would be the best thing for their growing family. There was no resistance, absolutely none, until Mason finally popped the question and asked Leah to marry him. With his mother being native Quileute and his father born and raised a Seattle boy, Mason didn't want to leave Washington. Leah, thank the heavens, agreed with him, Seth and Jasmine doing the same by changing their minds soon after. Along with myself, my mom was thrilled to hear that the Clearwater's were going to stay behind. She knew it would be easier on my Grandpa Charlie and his wife, Sue, if some of their shared kids decided not to move hundreds of miles away.

"Nessie? Kim? Em?" Rachel spoke, forcing me to come back to the present. "Can I get your opinions on a few things? With nothing but boys at home, I could seriously use the help." She was laughing, but it was easy to tell that she was still being serious.

Emily, Kim, and I followed her to the kitchen where several magazines were opened to pictures of various cribs, other pages bookmarked with multi-colored sticky notes.

"What one looks the girliest to you?" Rachel asked, her eyes shifting from one picture to the next.

Emily just laughed, rolling her eyes at look in Rachel's. "You can seriously reuse one of the twins cribs, there's no need to go out and by a completely new one."

"Well, I know. It's just…. Well, she's my first girl and I just want everything to be perfect. Plus, I bought the twins their own cribs so I feel like it's only fair that she has one too."

"You ready to finally have another baby in the house?" Kim asked, smiling down at Rachel's growing belly.

Rachel laughed. "Well, I think so. We pretty much have the room ready, I just need to pick out the crib and the dresser. Oh! Look at this one!" Rachel stopped flipping through the pages to point at another picture

"If you want, you can use one of my girls' cribs. I really don't mind" Kim offered.

"Really? Oh, that would be just perfect!" Rachel squealed, throwing her arms tightly around Kim. "Are you sure you won't need it again? Syd is only one…."

Kim chuckled. "No. Jared and I are definitely done having kids. Our three girls are plenty."

"Well, great! I'll have Paul go over and grab it later this week!" Rachel nearly bounced as she shut all the magazines and put them aside, having solved the problem they were supposed to fix.

"Oh! Ren, I almost forgot!" Emily piped, turning towards me. "Would you and Jake mind watching the kiddos tomorrow? I know you're so busy with packing and the move…"

"We'd love too" I said, cutting her off. "It's no trouble, really."

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver" She breathed, her eyes easily expressing her gratitude.

"You and Sam got a hot date or something?" I asked

Emily smirked. "Actually, we're just going out to dinner with a good friend of mine and her husband. Nothing too fancy."

"Sounds like fun."

"Yeah, it should be, if Sam can get his attitude in check. Last time we had dinner with them, her husband just kept talking about all the wolves he's ever shot. The guy's like a die hard hunter, but that's all it took to put Sam in a bad mood."

"Sam? Grumpy? I can't even imagine that" Rachel joked, Emily happily agreeing with her.

"I know. It's hard to believe that he's not always just the happy, bubbly person we all see."

We all laughed. No one in their right mind would describe Sam as "bubbly."

"Yeah, well…" Emily continued. "I just try to think of it as solid material to add to my How to Happily be Married to a Werewolf autobiography."

"You could be a father right now," I said to Jake, as we drove home from the Uley's. It was close to midnight, but with the speed Jacob was driving, we'd still beat the clock.

I could tell the comment caught him off guard by the way he suddenly shifted in the drivers seat, his eyes looking wearily towards me. "Are you trying to tell me something?"

"Sam, Paul, Jared, Embry, even Seth, are all parents, or about to be anyway. You're there same age, even older compared to some. That could be you. You could be a father, a husband…." My sentence faded as a shiver went down my spine.

"And whose husband would I be? Whose children could I be fathering exactly? Because, no offense, but you're not even eleven, technically, and although-"

"No, Jake" I murmured, quickly cutting him off. "Not me."

He was silent for a moment as my words sunk into his skin, his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter.

"Not you?" He questioned, almost angrily.

I silently shook my head, purposely keeping my eyes on the road ahead of us.

"No, absolutely not. It's you Renesmee, and I'm not even go-"

"You're seriously going to tell me that you've never even considered what your life would be like if you never imprinted on me?" I nearly yelled, cutting him off again.

Jake flipped the car around, smashing the brakes as he cut the engine on a small shoulder off the road.

"There's no need to stop-"

My sentence was cut short this time. "Do you want the truth? Of course I've considered what would have happened if I never imprinted on you! You just don't see it the way I do. If you had never been… If for some reason, I never…." He struggled with finding the right words to say. "Nessie, it literally pains me to picture my life without you. I know you think it would be easier, that I'd simply fall in love with some other girl and live out my life with her, but you're wrong. Every ounce of my being was made to one day give to you. So yeah, I've considered it, but there's really not that much to consider. There would be no life for me if I hadn't imprinted on you."

At some point during our conversation, my heart started beating faster. I still didn't turn towards Jacob, but I dropped my eyes down to my hands. I wanted to tell him that he was just being melodramatic, that he was wrong, but I couldn't. So I said nothing, my racing heart the dominant sound between us.

Jake waited, waiting for me to agree or to argue back I'm not sure, but he ended up just pulling out his phone and restarting the car.

Instead of heading back towards Forks like I expected, he continued down the road to La Push.

"What are you doing? It's already past midnight, I have to get back home," I said, finally looking at Jake's face. It was smooth, emotionless for the most part. He didn't turn towards me or even acknowledge that I spoke.

"Jacob?"

"I just texted your Dad, told him you fell asleep at Sam's and that I would just bring you back to my place for the night." Again, no emotion.

"And why would you do that?"

He took in a deep breath and turned towards me. We were eye to eye for the first time since we even got into the car. "I'm angry with you and I don't really want your overprotective, over worried father picking my brain tonight."

I was too tired to throw another fit, so I just let Jacob have his way. We were silent for the rest of the drive.

Jake's house was dark, not that I really expected Billy to still be up, but in a family where I was the only one who slept at night, the darkness seemed out of place.

The silence continued as Jake threw a blanket and pillow onto the solitary couch in his family room, walking down the hall and into his room before I had the chance to say another word. Since when had I been demoted to the couch? While he still shut the door, I was slightly surprised he didn't slam it closed. Then again, that was probably out of courtesy for Billy rather than myself.

"Well, thanks," I murmured, throwing the pillow to one end of the couch and unraveling the blanket. The couch smelled like Billy. I would say it smelled like Jake as well, but his smell was slightly sweeter, more…. well, more like a vampire's. I almost laughed at the thought, almost.

I was still angry with Jake, but knew it wouldn't last much longer. He wasn't right, but he still had a valid point. His life would be easier if he had never imprinted on me, that simply was the truth, I could not deny it. But do I wish he never had? A shiver ran down my spine. No, absolutely not.

It was selfish, but in a way I've always thought of him of my Jake. I couldn't picture him with anyone else because I didn't want him with anyone else. Not that I didn't think there was someone out there that would be better suited for him, I just didn't want to run the risk of him ever meeting that "someone."

I couldn't even tell that I was so close to sleep until he started shaking my shoulder, slightly waking me up.

"Come sleep with me, alright? I don't like the thought of you out here by yourself."

I might have nodded, or I tried to anyway, before Jake easily swept me up into his arms, the blanket still tangled around me.

"Say you're sorry," I mumbled, half way coherent, my eyes still closed. I was too tired to put in the effort to remember if I even deserved an apology, or what we had been arguing about.

I could feel Jake's laughter more than I could hear it. "I'm sorry," he whispered, so close to my ear. "Goodnight, my beautiful Ness."

I was long gone before we even hit the bed.