The first time Jacob called me "Momma" my heart's joy seemed to break all bounds. I had always wanted to be a mother and this tiny human had realized decades of wishing.

Soon after, he called my husband "Dada." He had smiled as much as I had and then proceeded to kiss the baby's head of straight black hair. This was also a relief. Our family was living together so everyone could have a part in my son's growing up. Our family was just so unconventional that I was worried he wouldn't be able to tell parent from aunt or uncle or grandparent. But he amazed me, as always.

It became a waiting game after that, each Cullen waiting for the moment when Jacob would first call them by his own name for them. Alice was first because she resolved to put special effort in by repeatedly gesturing at herself saying "Aunt Alice." At first, Jacob had squished his little black brows together, but finally he mimicked her and rejoiced at her joy.

Jasper was next. Although he never held Jacob for his own safety, Jacob didn't fail to notice him and in his simple mind-workings, he could deduce that Jasper was the cause for the waves of joy he would feel. Jasper relished the positive emotional environment Jacob had created for us.

"He is just naturally joyous. The child was born happy," Jasper told me once when I was feeding Jacob. I loved hearing this about my son. It was so true. He rarely cried and always had a smile on his face. He laughed before most infants do too.

"I'm happy he's happy," I said. Jasper and I spoke more one would expect. He was never talkative, but I had taken a liking to him which of course, he sensed, "He likes you. He feels the joy you give off, I think. There is an innocent knowledge in a child that makes them smarter than anyone knows."

"Jazzburr," Jacob said, making bubbles of saliva on the "rrr's."

Then the babe smiled because Jasper's joy had become contagious.

Edward came next, much to everyone's surprise. I had to admit, little Jacob took a strange interest to his uncle. Perhaps it was his reserved nature that intrigued him. Emmett was playing with him on the couch when Edward walked in. Jacob called his name and then giggled at his uncle's surprise.

I mentioned before that children can be smarter than us. Since I was born, I have had trouble expressing my feelings. That's one of the reasons Edward and I don't get along; I didn't like him hearing what I was trying to conceal. Emmett was the first person I let myself open up to. In my still heart, I knew I loved Carlisle and Esme for their compassion and care. I rarely let that show though. While most of my siblings thought of them as their true parents, I was the holdout, giving due credit to the long deceased Hales.

Then I found Jacob. I had always vividly pictured raising a child, but I never realized there would be so many challenges. One never does when they dream. I didn't know all the choices I would have to make for my son's well-being. There was a moment of terror.

That's when Esme and Carlisle provided me with the guidance only a parent can give. I was an adult when I became a Cullen; I thought I knew everything I'd need forever. Then Jacob dropped in, and I was clueless. That's when I needed Esme and Carlisle to be for me what my first parents couldn't, and they came through for me.

That's why it took so long for the baby to call them "Gramma" or "Grampa" because I took the longest.

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