Alright, I'm doing my best to dish out the Christmas chapters, but I really am getting closer to finals…Sorry guys, I'll do my best. Anyway, thank you to all my reviewers! Here's chapter twenty four, enjoy!

I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's work, solely the plot and some new faces in this story.

*************************Oliver****************************************

I was in heaven. To think all this time we'd known Renesmee and she hadn't once told us of her grandmothers and mother's superb cooking! I didn't even know the bloodsuckers knew how to cook!

"Renesmee needs to eat human food as well, you know," a soft voice spoke behind me. I turned in surprise, my mouth still stuffed with lord knows what. I stared for the first time into Edward's Cullen somewhat amused face.

I gulped what I'd been chewing on—mmm, I tasted cheese, chicken, fried mushrooms—and looked at Renesmee's father in surprise…How did he know…then I remembered.

He could read minds.

I stupidly thought of 'not thinking' about Renesmee, which of course only brought her to mind anyway. Oh man, I thought nervously, so much for making a good impression with dad…

Edward chuckled. "Relax," he said, "it's not you I'm worried about," then added, his face going stern, "though that doesn't exclude you from my list." I smiled nervously at him

Nice to meet you too…then, crap, he can still hear me…

Edward raised an eyebrow at me, quite entertained with my idiocy, no doubt; then he suddenly looked up expectantly. I followed his gaze and didn't see anything, well, besides the five 'starving' wolves. I looked back at Edward; he was no longer amused, if I didn't know any better, I'd say he was upset about something.

And then I saw them.

They walked in together, arm in arm, looking painfully like the couple; Renesmee, looking excruciatingly stunning in an original Alice-design, blushing deliciously and smiling appreciatively at the muffled compliments aimed her way; but that wasn't what caused my temperature to rise substantially, and a growl to escape my throat.

He was the complementing individual, their arms intertwined loosely as though they'd been doing so for years. He glanced continuously at Renesmee, hardly aware of anything or anyone else in the room. I could see how his eyes melted in her presence, his usual tough guy attitude replaced by an obedient puppy, all he saw was the girl linked onto his arm, the only girl that ever existed…

I could feel my body shaking with anger, jealousy, and hate, an undeserving hatred towards the man not twenty feet away from me, easily reached. I would destroy him, tear him piece by piece, and I would savor the unraveling of Jacob Black, I would—

"Calm down, Oliver," Edward said, loud enough for only me to hear, "it's not what you think." I looked at him.

Surely he didn't think I was that stupid? They were practically holding hands!

"Sometimes I forget how young and gullible you wolves are," he muttered, before leaning in closer and saying, "have you forgotten that Jacob is Nessie's best friend?"

I blinked. Yeah, so?

"So there's nothing wrong with two friends escorting each other to dinner," he said, "a dinner set up for more than two people, I might add."

What's your point?

Edward sighed, "Nessie doesn't see Jacob that way," then added a bit more tightly, "you know, the way you so vividly showed my daughter you felt."

I blushed, realizing he knew all the details of my kiss with Renesmee. Sorry about that…

Edward continued, "Yeah, well, better a boy her age than an imprinted wolf aiming for eternity."

I tried figuring out what he meant by that, but came up with nothing. These vampire dudes think they're so smart…Renesmee had finally unlatched herself from Jacob's arm, and made her way over to us. I stood up as she approached.

"Hi, daddy," she said, raising herself slightly to peck her father on the cheek. I noticed she was wearing high heels, they made her legs look irresistibly tempting…Edward shot me a dangerous look.

Right, right, I forgot, sorry.

He kissed his daughter on the forehead. "You look lovely, Nessie," he said, then went over to join his wife—who I suddenly realized had been observing us the entire time.

Hi, Oliver," she looked nervous, and the blush she'd walked in with grew darker.

Ha, good.

I took her hand in my own and kissed it—I bet Jacob hadn't thought of something that chivalrous!

"Hello, Renesmee," I smiled at her. I could feel her pulse quicken. "Alice really outdid herself," I continued sweeping my arm across her tantalizing figure, "you look totally awesome."

She rolled her eyes at me, though I could see the approval of my words in her smile.

"You kids hungry," Esme came up behind us. My thoughts suddenly returned to the glorious food waiting to be eaten. "I'm going to start putting out the entrees on the counter, buffet style. Oh and Nessie, Charlie just arrived."

Charlie?

"Who's Charlie?" I turned to Renesmee.

"My human grandpa, come on," she said, motioning for me to follow her into the living room.

Renesmee's brown eyes stared momentarily at me through the crinkled face of Charlie Swan. Oh, that Charlie! I thought, then…wait, her grandfather was the police chief?!

I couldn't believe my luck, not only did this girl have a coven of vampires and an imprinted wolf out to protect her, she also the head of police as her grandfather!

Nessie threw herself at Chief Swan. "Grandpa!" she squealed, "I've missed you so much!" Charlie hugged his granddaughter close to his chest, dabbing pointlessly at his suddenly watery eyes. It was an odd sight, I'd never seen him look so…vulnerable.

"Nessie," he whispered, then coughed and repeated, "Nessie, gosh you're so big!" He pulled back just enough to get a good look at her. "And you're even prettier than before, now how'd that happen!"

"Well," replied Renesmee, her eyes glistening with tears as well, "you haven't been here in so long."

Charlie looked ashamed. "Yeah, well, you know how Sue is," he mumbled, "doesn't seem to like being around all them folk around here…but I see it was a mistake to stay away so long. Will you forgive your old grandpa?"

"Of course!" she said, kissing his face like a little girl all over again.

Renesmee looked at him adoringly; she obviously loved him very much. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed her parents watching the scene; Bella looked similar to Renesmee, with the exception of dry eyes. I suddenly felt uncomfortable being in the midst of this tender family moment, and was about to go back to the food when—

"Grandpa," Renesmee said, motioning for me to step forward, "this is Oliver, a friend from school, he's a twin…though I think Tom's still stuffing his face," she giggled.

Charlie Swan held out his hand, and for a moment I simply stared at it; then hastily put out my hand to shake his. "Pleasure is all mine, Chief Swan."

Renesmee rolled her eyes. "He's not Chief Swan here, just Charlie." Charlie just smiled but didn't say anything. He smiled at someone behind me, a more welcoming smile on his face than the one I'd received.

"Hey," he called out, brushing past me, "you old dog, how've you been?"

I had a feeling I knew who he was talking to and sustained another growl as Jacob came stalking in to greet Charlie. They 'man-hugged' and made their way into the next room—which was where the food was conveniently located—and talked eagerly, like old war buddies. Great, I thought, he's even in his good books…

I felt a tingle in my left hand and saw Renesmee beckoning me to follow her, away from the crowd. My face lit up; maybe Jacob got along with Charlie, but I was the one sneaking away with the pretty girl.

Again, I completely forgot that I was being monitored carefully by Edward, so when we brushed by I almost jumped back when a cold and unbelievably strong hand reached out and grabbed my arm.

"Don't you dare get any ideas, young man," he said to me softly, then smiled at his now flustered daughter, "same goes for you young lady."

"Y—yes sir," I stammered, taking a step back. Bella giggled and pulled Edward away from us. I watched the pair walk away, knowing my thoughts were being supervised nonetheless.

"Well," said Renesmee, "are you coming or not?"

I grinned eagerly. "Anytime, anywhere."

******************************Edward*******************************

I hadn't considered that Oliver would be so infatuated with Nessie, and so now there were two wolves I would have to watch carefully. Bella insisted Oliver was nothing more than a silly crush; she also pointed out that with Jacob here, he wouldn't dare mess around with our daughter in that way…I decided to keep an extra eye on him anyway.

Nessie was taking him to one of the side porches. She planned on asking straight out what exactly their relationship—she and Oliver—was. She also wanted to know the reason behind keeping Jacob in the dark about their relationship. I already knew Oliver would avoid telling Nessie about the imprinting business at all costs, but I was anxious nonetheless with what he would tell her in place of the truth. If the boy didn't convince Nessie, he may well reveal more then he realized…I would be ready with a distraction should he slip in his explanation; Nessie knowing the truth was not an option, not yet anyway.

I felt a sudden shock on the nape of my neck, and turned my head slightly downward towards my breathtaking wife. Bella looked at me mischievously, removing her shield so I could read her thoughts.

I groaned, how could she be doing this to me right now?

"Darling," I said to her, so only she could hear, "we really shouldn't do that right now. I have some wolves to mind." She looked at me through her golden eyes, pouting in mock hurt and arching her neck so that I could see more directly down the bodice of her simple gown…I immediately hungered for the never-ending thirst that was our passion, my heart, my loins, my mind and my inconceivable lust, all aching to oblige her, she was right after all, the cottage wasn't too far away, nobody would notice our absence, it would take us no more than fifteen minutes…

Then Oliver slipped. I snapped my head up so quick Bella would've toppled over if it hadn't been for her vampiric reflexes.

"Nessie." Was all I said, and the two of us sprinted towards our sobbing daughter.

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Ugh, I know, this is a nasty cliffhanger, but I told you Christmas was going to be interesting, hehe. Anyway, let me know what you think, like always, and I really do mean that…the reviews are slowing down substantially and I'm wondering whether I'm losing the 'ooh' factor in my story that has people not bothering to review…? Idk, you tell me…ok, so again, REVIEW and I'll just have to update all the sooner, thanks.