Chapter 3: Renesmee's POV

I awoke the next morning and for once out of this whole time that my mother had been dead, I didn't feel sad because of the surprising event with the radio had given me a new sense of relief. Relief because now I knew that she was with us, even in spirit. On that aspect it was a good day, Everyone in the house right now, Masen, Darien, Grandpa, Grandma, including myself all seemed to be happier since yesterday, no longer crying like we had been.

"Hey, Renesmee, Grandpa wants to know if you're hungry, He wanted to buy pizza." I smiled and nodded to Darien before returning to packing my things. When I had woken up this morning it had been noon. After downing some breakfast I had began packing right away. It was two in the afternoon now and so far I had been able to pack my clothes, toiletries, curtains, keepsakes, CD's, and DVD's. All that was left now was my video games, home videos, photo albums, electronics, electronic chargers, art supplies, desk lamp, computer desk, computer chair, rug, nightstands, piggy bank, and my alarm clock. As I looked around my bedroom, that was now almost empty, I sighed. Looking at my mother's urn on top of my dresser, I smiled.

"This is a brand new start mom. I hope the people in Forks will accept Masen, Darien, and I. Just like they accepted you. To be honest, I'm nervous. It's hard, I'm sure you know this, just to pick up and move to a brand new place and school. But for my sake and for you I will toughen it out..." I went on and on talking about how happy I was to be living with Grandpa Charlie and his wife, of nearly ten years now, Sue, and about how I wasn't sure about school. My mouth just ran as I continued packing my room at vampire speed. With this speed I had been able to get it all done before lunchtime. The smell of pizza was strong, almost sickeningly, and a little too strong in taste, but I wouldn't always eat one or two slices for Charlie.

After we had finished eating we began moving our stuff into the large moving truck that our Grandma Sue had brought down with her since our grandfather had been here with us. "So, I hope you three will have fun in Forks with us. Umm... even though I am not your mother I would like it... well we would like it if you three can come to us anytime you need us." We smiled and nodded to her as we loaded the the last of our things into the truck trailer and I had offered to sit in the truck with Sue while Masen and Darien chose to ride with our grandfather in his police cruiser. The beginning of the drive had been pretty calm and quiet until Sue wanted to have some conversation, which I didn't mind at all. "So, Charlie and I were thinking about you staying in your mother's old bedroom, are you okay with that?" I felt a pang of pain in my heart, but smiled.

"I don't mind. Is there anything in there that's hers to keep as a keepsake? Or anything I can use?"

"Yes, Charlie said you didn't have a comforter and the plain furniture like the bed, dresser, nightstands, work desk, and chest at the end of the bed. There are a few things left of your mother's. There is a rocking chair that her mother used for her, and used for you three when she fed you before she moved. There are some pictures of her when she was younger, when she was with your father; again you might appreciate seeing pictures of them together; and things like that, but her scent in that room is still so strong, though I have a feeling you will appreciate that." I nodded, I would appreciate that. If I couldn't hold my mother physically, I could hold her mentally by focusing on her scent. "But, everything else is pretty much gone and has been moved into storage. If you like I can take you to the storage to find some things you would like to keep of your mother's, should bring your brothers as well." She said matter-a-factly. "There is also a large photo collage frame, so any pictures you would like to put in there I'm sure there's plenty of room." I smiled and took out the two photo books from each of my pockets. I would finally have a place for these, but I would only copy the ones in my books for the collage, because no matter what, these books had to be with me, they were the only way that I felt she was with me with I was elsewhere.

"Thank you Grandma Sue." She smiled and nodded.

"Sure thing. Oh! We're about to pass a rest stop, need to used the restroom at all?"

"Oh no, I'm good. Thanks though."

"No problem." After that it was pretty much a silent ride until we got to our grandfathers home and with our vampire speed and strength we were able to get everything inside and into our individual rooms within about fifteen minutes. Sue already knew about us and our species as well as Jacob and our family friends in La Push. So our speed and strength hadn't really affected her.

Our grandfather tried to offer dinner, but we insisted that we wanted to get set up first. As Sure had mentioned, I was to have mom's old room while my brother's shared a room that had been converted from the garage into a bedroom. As I unpacked I sorted out everything as I breathed in mom's wonderful scent. As soon as I had walked into the room, the scent overwhelmed me and I let my tears shed seeing as I was alone. As I cried, I focused on everything else, sorting things into piles. The electronics, chargers, and alarm clock were moved to the computer desk, the bed stuff like pillows, comforters, and stuffed animals were all by the bed. The boxes with my photo albums and the box with mom's two urns; one for me and the other for if I ever found my dad; were moved next to the cork wall and tall dresser. My room decorations like posters, curtains, the rug, and twinkle lights were near the window while my books, DVDs, and CDs and my CD Player were near my bookcase.

"Hello Billy, Jacob." Grandpa said downstairs. I immediately perked up since he was here. So excited in fact that I ran down the stairs at inhuman speed, running into him with a light thud and knocking him to the floor, magically not hurting him. I laughed and kissed his cheek. He hadn't aged a bit, fortunately for me is wolf heritage would allow him to live as long as I will if time allows, and I so hope it does.

"Hello Nessie." He laughed, while I blushed at my nickname.

"Hi... Jake." You see, Jacob had imprinted on me a couple years ago when he came to see mom. She knew and had explained to me what it was. As they explained what it meant for me, I had then and there admitted that I had had a crush of Jacob, but as a promise to mom he said he would wait until I turned eighteen. I wish he would have said sixteen. Of course Charlie also knew about this.

"Um... Nessie, could you let me up please?" My eyes widened and I blushed even darker as I let him up.

"Uh... Sorry about that Jake." He laughed in response.

"No problem... but I must apologize to you that I wasn't able to make it to Bella's funeral. I really, really tried with all my being, but we had a vampire here that was threatening the entire town, and Sam sympathized, but wouldn't let me leave. I'm so sorry." He said, looking at me with guilt, hoping I would understand.

"I understand." I said, looking towards my room, realizing that I still needed to unpack.

"Do you need help unpacking Ness?" I nodded.

"That would be nice. Thank you."

"No Problem." He followed me and once we made our way inside, he began helping me pull the stuff out of their boxes, except for the urns. When Jacob saw it his face had fallen and just like I had done this morning, he walked towards it, gently lifting it up and giving it a hug and a kiss on the lid. I had known about their past. Jacob had fallen for her when they were both teenagers, and I didn't hate him for that. Just seeing his sadness as he lifted and set the urn back down as something that had made me cry as well. He and I waited to put her urn up until we had her "shine" set up and we also didn't want to risk breaking it.

Unpacking went faster now than before and once everything was put where it was supposed to be, I went for the box with the two urns. "What's the second urn for?" He asked.

"Mom told me before she died that she wanted me to hold onto this urn so that if I ever found my father, I was to give it to him." Jake's face had fallen again and nodded as he moved that urn to a safe place inside one of the boxes in my bookshelf. I smiled and I grabbed mom's urn, putting it where her shine was. It wasn't even really a shrine, but it was something I had to have for her. Her urn was placed in the middle of the dresser with a ring of plastic honeysuckle, freesia, and roses around the base and had two pictures on each side. One of just her as a teenager and the other was of mom holding me when I was a baby. While I was setting this up, I noticed Jacob putting three homemade dream catchers on the headboard. One in the middle with the other two on each end. "Did you make those?"

"Yes." He moved so was sitting in the middle of my bed where he patted his hand motioning for me to sit with him. "You know, could you and I talk?" I jerked my head, worried that I was something bad. "It's nothing bad, but it is important for us to talk about." I nodded and moved towards him after lighting two candles that were next to mom's urns, sitting in front of him, looking into his eyes. Jacob then leaned forwards a little and placed a gentle, caressing hand on my cheek before his lips were pressed against mine.

To Be Continued...

So sorry about the cliffy, don't hate me XD Hi everyone! I'm so sorry I haven't updated this in a while. There have just been a lot of things going on in my life and I just wasn't able to find the happy inspirational mood I needed to be in to write. I'm now just getting over my mourning of my grandmother and I have now found the inspiration to write. So I hope that you enjoy this chapter :)