I'm going to try to write out at least three chapters ( I have to work tomorrow blah!) that way I can update at least once a day. So here's chapter thirty four, same rules apply: read, review, and above all else, enjoy!

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

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

Oh great, I thought, noticing the newly added presents under the tree…Oliver's had been one of the first ones down there, I'd have to either dig to get to it, or crawl in…I looked down at myself; I wasn't exactly in scavenger attire.. I blushed, imagining everything I'd reveal by simply bending over.

Several individuals were already in the den, and I almost squeaked when Alice suddenly turned a suspicious eye on me. Darn, this wasn't going to be easy. I scanned the room again, looking for a certain blonde…where the heck was Rosalie?

Emmett came into the room with a ridiculous smile; despite my haggard state of mind, I couldn't help grinning, Emmett's joy was just so infectious. I went over to him eagerly.

"Em," I asked, "where's Rosalie?"

"Hey there, Ness!" he exclaimed, "Been wondering where you went off to!" he lifted me off the ground, causing one of my high heels to slip off.

"Emmett!" I squealed, now laughing. How could people actually be scared of him?

"Put her down, darling," Rosalie said, walking into the room, "you're ruining her hair."

He put me down and I hastily put my shoe back on. "Rosalie," I motioned hurriedly, "the gift! Alice wants to open everything in front of everyone!"

She frowned, "The gift?...Oh!" She understood now. "Don't worry, sweetie, leave it to me."

She went over to the tree and studied it for a moment, as if trying to figure out how best to get under there and to the gift in question. I was worried; if my dress was at risk of revealing too much, Rosalie's was definite. However…

With amazing grace and flexibility, she somehow managed to step around and duck below without actually bending over but simply crouching slightly and reaching. She came back to me with a smirk, the parcel tucked safely in her hand.

I gawked at her as she handed it to me. "How did you—"

But Emmett interrupted me. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet," he said, eyeing his trophy mate lustfully.

Ok, nevermind that, I thought, momentarily grossed out. Seriously, when it came to being intimate, I didn't know who was worse, mom and daddy or Emmett and Rosalie.

Rosalie was eyeing Emmett with a million things going through her eyes, but she managed to respond to me. "You should take that somewhere safe, Nessie."

I nodded, escaping to my room without need of any more excuses. I hastily stuffed the parcel into my underwear drawer and made my way back downstairs.

"Nessie!" cried Alice. "Lucky you, you get to unwrap the first present." She handed me a bag. I reached in and pulled out an exquisite designer purse—the most expensive one available probably—along with a card: From Alice and Jasper, love you forever Nessie!

I smiled. "Thanks you guys."

Alice beamed as Jasper lightly squeezed her shoulder, smiling at me.

The next gift was for Charlie, from my mom and dad…then for Emmett from Rosalie…

It went on for what seemed like eternity. I winced internally whenever a gift for Jake popped up and Alice simply moved it to the side for him to open later.

After my eleventh gift, I began to feel slightly uncomfortable; the wolves only received complimentary restaurant gift cards—Esme had thought of getting them last minute—and even my family each only received about four or five gifts each, one from their mate, one from each couple, and one from me. Apparently I was a spoiled brat.

Finally the last gift had been torn into and we were dismissed by Alice with a high pitched but very musical 'Merry Christmas!' I looked sadly at Jake's pile of presents—he had about four as well—and jumped slightly when a warm hand tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to find Oliver blushing in front of me.

"Um, Renesmee, I wanted to give you your gift in private," he said quietly, almost asking permission; I could see why though, given our previous 'alone' time. I smiled at him, though I couldn't manage to display as much exuberance as I'd intended with Jake still on my mind.

"Good, so did I. Here, follow me," I said, taking him around the wrist and leading him up to my room. He slowed down as we passed my parents; I didn't miss the growl that came out of daddy's throat.

We're just going to exchange presents!

He gave me a look that said 'are you sure about that?' My mom suddenly pressed herself tighter to his side, throwing a look at him, trying to calm him down by distracting him.

Ew…but thanks, mom?

I dragged Oliver up the stairs, his feet seemed to slow us down as he threw glances down at my disgruntled father. Once in the safety of my room, however, he relaxed.

I laughed, "You never did tell me what exactly daddy did to you."

Oliver grimaced, recalling the painful memory, "It's better left like that, trust me." He then pulled something out of his pocket, keen on changing the subject. It was a tiny box, intricately wrapped; he placed it into my hand shyly with a barely audible 'I hope you like it.'

I opened it slowly, careful not to tear any of the paper. Removing the lid, I tipped the contents of the box into my hand, gasping when I saw what it was.

A necklace, a golden necklace that must've cost him a fortune!

"Oliver," I pleaded, "how did you afford this?"

He shrugged, "Oh don't worry, it's inherited. My mom gave it to me about a year ago, said to give it to someone special, someone I could see myself with twenty years from whenever I gave it to her."

I was dumbstruck. The necklace was beautiful, Oliver's words were beautiful…but…

"Oliver," I said timidly, "I think your mom meant like for when you want to marry someone, not just a silly first girlfriend kind of thing—"

He shushed me with his finger, taking my hands into his. "You're not just a silly first girlfriend, Renesmee, you're perfect, and I'm going to fight for you no matter what," he said, looking deep into my eyes.

I blinked, his words, the meaning behind them, sinking into me…the way he spoke…as if having me was a feat to overcome, as if someone would surely try to take me away…

Well, at least I knew he really did like me. It made my stomach flutter. I smiled coyly at him, "You're too sweet sometimes, you know that." He only grinned as he helped me clasp the necklace behind my neck.

I retrieved his gift from my drawer, handing it to him just as shyly. "I hope you like mine too."

He unwrapped the square object, his big hands surprisingly gentle with the delicate paper. His grin grew another mile when he saw it.

"Wow, Renesmee," he said, blurting out without thinking, "I hope your dad didn't see this 'cuz you look even hotter here!"

I blushed, taking the self portrait away for a second. "Don't say that," I muttered, my face growing hotter as I looked at myself in the small frame. Rosalie had taken me to get it taken, dressing me in one of her 'Rosalie' designs. I had on a blue low cut blouse—similar to the length I wore now but maybe a centimeter or two lower—with white capri's, my hair done loosely around my shoulders somewhat messily yet—according to Rosalie anyway—'sexy.' It really wasn't that bad, I mean, nothing compared to the way Rosalie dressed, but…it did make me look a bit prettier.

"I just look a little more grown up, that's all," I said, justifying my appearance in the photo one last time. Oliver snatched it back; apparently he was leaning more towards 'sexy.' I frowned, regretting it for a second; I didn't want him thinking I was some kind of slut…maybe I shouldn't have gone to Rosalie after all…

He rolled his eyes at me.

"Renesmee," he said, "You don't look wrong like the way I know you're thinking. Sure, you're showing a little cleavage, but that's it! You look beautiful, Renesmee, like always," he said, kissing the photo meaningfully.

His words made my heart race and my body temperature rise significantly. "So, you like it then?"

He laughed, lifting me off and twirling me around, "Are you kidding? I love it!"

I laughed along with him, stifling a yawn at the same time. When had I gotten sleepy?

Oliver took it as a sign to put me down. "It is late, huh? I guess most of us will be leaving in a bit then." The thought saddened us both.

Sure enough, Tom came bounding into the room, his eyes flashing without reason when he saw we were alone.

"We're taking off, Oliver," he said. Oliver nodded and we followed him downstairs. I could feel my recent happiness fading away. I didn't want him to go.

Most of the wolves had already left, and Charlie, looking pretty exhausted as well, waited on the side to say his goodbye to me. I went over to him first, with a quick 'I love you grandpa' and then stood back to watch him take his leave. I wanted to save Oliver for last.

Tom wasn't being very cooperative, however; as the three of us walked outside onto the front porch, he turned around to face me. I hugged him, thanking him for coming and then turned towards Oliver. We both looked at Tom expectantly, but he pretended not to notice. Sighing, Oliver pulled me into a tight hug.

"Never forget what you mean to me, Renesmee," he whispered in my ear, kissing it right after. My heart swelled, but he pulled back before I could return the favor.

Just as they turned to leave, however, I called out to them, "If you guys see Jake, tell him to call me!"

The boys stopped and turned to wave one last time at me, Tom yelling out a quick 'Ok!'…I could've sworn Oliver's shoulders tensed…

I yawned again before making my way inside. I couldn't believe how sleepy I suddenly felt; I didn't even bother changing into my pajamas, simply lay on my bed and knocked out.

******************************Carlisle********************************

We waited for Nessie to clamber back up to her room before beginning the urgent discussion. Edward and Alice had something to tell us, but even without hearing any of it we all agreed we should wait for Nessie to fall asleep. We didn't wait long though, within five minutes of entering her room…

"Alright, let's talk." Said Edward.

We all focused on Alice, Edward standing to her right. I could feel the tension in the room as the first sentence escaped Alice's mouth.

"I had a vision."

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