YESSSS! My two main finals are over with, just one more project on Thursday and a simple guitar final Friday and done!!!! So I can finally update everyday like I used to. One comment I would like to say before anything else.

I would like to apologize sincerely to Charlotte for 'disturbing' you in the 'Oliver-Nessie steam moment.' The reason behind it is simple (as another reviewer commented); Nessie is far older mentally, so even though she is twelve going on thirteen, she is already feeling 'stirrings.' As for Oliver, well, what can I say, he's a hormonal boy lol. It wasn't and is never my intention to disturb any of my readers; however, I will give fair warning that there may be more of these 'steamy' moments (remember I mentioned earlier that I might have to change the rating of this story), so in my defense, can't say I didn't warn you. I do hope you will continue to enjoy my story though :)

Anyway, thank you to all of my reviewers! Here's the next chapter, enjoy! Oh and of course, review!

As always, I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's treasure cove of ideas, solely the plot and some new faces in this story.

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

I couldn't believe it…I stared at her with my jaw dropped (along with all my arousal). She stared back at me, her face flustered, dress disheveled, and her bra strap hanging out the back. She looked surprised as well, and for a very long moment neither of us said a word. Then…

"Oliver, I—I" she started, though she couldn't seem to finish the sentence. I didn't know what to do or say. Internally I was depressingly hurt, pained that despite the huge step we seemed to have overcome just moments ago, nothing had changed... she had been thinking of him all along. Somewhere in my destroyed mind I could feel anger, but the hurt overwhelmed it, and so I simply stared back at the beautiful mess before me.

"I'm sorry," she finally breathed, "I was thinking about the conversation Jake and I had not too long ago…" her face burned more, "We were talking about why he'd been avoiding me…he explained to me his 'urges' and so," she finally looked at me, "I was recalling how I understood him completely while we were, you know, doing stuff," she looked away in shame. "Talk about bad timing to remember stuff like that, I know, pretty stupid…It didn't mean anything Oliver, really, I guess my thoughts just got mixed up…I'm really sorry… "

I heard her, but my brain still seemed to be piecing together her explanation…So, let me get this straight: she said his name because of a memory?...it was a weak explanation, but…I looked into her eyes, eyes that begged me to believe her. When my physical state remained frozen she bit her lip and began fumbling with her bra strap, fearing the worst no doubt as her hand shook nervously.

After another moment I went over to help her. She let me, both us wallowing in our own sadness. I kept my hand on the small of her back, still trying to convince myself that what she said was true, that she had no feelings for Jacob in that way…

"Oliver…" she turned around to face me, her eyelashes batting slightly as she looked up at me, "say something, please?"

I forced a small smile in her direction. "So," I said softly, taking her hand in mine, "you don't feel, you know, like, attracted or anything to Jacob?"

She blinked. "No, that's what I've been trying to tell you. It really was just a misunderstanding." She looked at me, sincerity emanating from her big brown eyes. I knew I believed her, that she believed her explanation really was the reason behind it all…but I knew better.

She was starting to feel for Jacob Black…she just didn't know it.

This revelation made my blood boil, and my sadness was replaced with the mad desire of keeping Renesmee all to myself, especially now; who knew how long I had until…she realized Jacob really was who she wanted…

"I'm sorry for reacting like that, Renesmee," I spoke softly to her, "I believe you."

She flashed that incredible smile at me, and I felt my anger dissipate. How could I stay angry when she looked at me like that?

I hugged her to my chest, feeling her warm breath as she sighed in relief. "You know," I said, "I guess it's good that we stopped anyway."

She looked up at me curiously, "Why do you say that?"

I raised an eyebrow at her. She blushed, "Well, yes I know, aside from the obvious."

"Your dad."

Renesmee suddenly shrieked. "OH! I completely forgot about daddy!" She turned fearfully towards the door, but we were still alone. "Maybe mom was shielding us…" though she sounded doubtful.

We both continued staring at the door, hands held, expecting Edward to come charging out, but nobody came.

"Well," Renesmee suddenly said, "so much for not messing around," she giggled, smiling at me shyly. I laughed along with her.

"I know, as much as I enjoyed it"—she blushed, "maybe we should tone it down a bit, at least for now." Renesmee nodded, though I could see she was a bit disappointed, as was I.

"So," she started again, this time more hesitantly, "we're ok, right?"

"Definitely."

"And…Jake?"

Oh, right…suddenly I remembered his fleeing figure into the woods. I'd completely dismissed it when Renesmee walked out… I considered whether or not to tell her about it…better not, no need to worry her over what was probably nothing.

"Yeah, we can tell Jacob if you really want," I said, as much as I hated the idea of being beat to a pulp. I didn't regret my decision long though.

"Oh, Oliver!" she exclaimed, jumping up into my embrace.

I settled into another long kiss, not even minding the lack of steam this kiss had in comparison to our previous one. She kissed me sweetly, innocently…and I kissed her back, determined to face whatever I had to face to keep her by my side.

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

I felt my shoulders relax. I'd been afraid the two would get into another argument, or worse, another 'moment.' Oliver had handled Nessie's explanation quite well; impressive, considering his earlier idiotic explanations for keeping Jacob out of their secret. Bella squeezed my arm lightly.

"Edward?"

I looked at her, the majority of my recent madness having left my eyes. "It's ok now," I assured her, "they're just…kissing." I grimaced on the last word; I was definitely not over what the little brat had been doing to my daughter mere moments ago.

I would have a talk with him later.

Bella smiled at me. "What did I tell you? Nessie wouldn't go that far—"

"Have you forgotten whose daughter she belongs to?" I interrupted her, looking at her meaningfully. Bella only laughed lightly.

"But she's your daughter too, and if I recall correctly, you have amazing control," she said, but then her face turned to that of sadness. "I assume they'll be coming in soon?"

I nodded. "Yes, we better get back to the celebration, we need to be ready for when Nessie realizes Jacob is gone."

**************************Nessie***********************************

This was a nice kiss, different because it said the most without actually doing much. After what seemed like a long time, I finally pulled away from Oliver's still 'smooching' face.

"We better go inside with the others," I said, laughing a little at his expression. He nodded and took my arm, patting down my hair with his other hand. I was grateful; Alice would have me with a glass of blood if my hair was completely ruined within the first couple hours of its magnificence.

We walked past the crowded den and into the dining room. By some miracle there was still food left, and I realized how hungry I was. Oliver didn't need convincing on this one. We immediately filled a plate each and began to stuff our mouths with my mother and Esme's incredible cooking. The other wolves—still eating of course—sat around us, laughing and talking with their mouths open. Tom, I noticed, was busy arm wrestling Emmett—who was beating him every time. My family were scattered throughout both rooms…Rosalie sitting dutifully but scowling by Emmett's side, Esme and Carlisle making the rounds as host and hostess, Alice and Jasper in another corner, mom and daddy talking to grandpa Charlie…

The room was full of people, vampires and wolves included, and yet…for some reason I felt like it was empty…

I scanned the room again, searching for that familiar face, that familiar smile, listening for that unforgettable heartbeat…I recalled my nightmare, panic tinting my heart when I noticed that Jake was nowhere in sight.

I focused my senses intently, hoping to hear or even smell him; both were very distinct for me when it came to Jake…but nothing.

I was barely aware of Oliver sitting next to me at that moment, barely aware of the other bodies milling around me, barely aware that I wasn't breathing…my heart began to race as panic overtook me, it wasn't like Jake to leave out of nowhere without telling me…

Where was my Jake?

Alright, I'm getting back in the 'writing' mode, hopefully I can come up with a better chapter for my next update, but until then, review! Please? I am almost all yours ( as far as updating of course) so review, make me feel obligated!...I'll probably update anyway lol, but still, you get the point. Thanks!