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

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

"No, Oliver! Not like that, silly," she giggled, her eyes rolling backwards in mock frustration. She flipped her hair back dramatically and put a hand on my own, all the while smiling sweetly.

I, of course, had my mouth open like an idiot.

Serena turned around so that we were facing each other. "Ok, look. Three strands, one over the middle, the other over that one, and then the other over that one, got it?"

Sure, anything you say… "Uh…"

She sighed, her small hands working nimbly through soft tresses as she braided the other side just like she had the first. My heart sank with the realization that I couldn't do anything right…

"No, no!" she shrieked, grabbing my hands and bringing them to her face. I felt my cheeks flush immediately. "Don't feel bad, Oliver. It took me forever to learn how to braid hair, it just takes practice. Here, I'll show you again."

She grabbed my hand and, never removing her fingers from behind mine, began the process all over again.

"Three strands—"

I watched her delicate fingers, intricate with their task, smooth skin along my rough—

"One over the middle—"

My eyes found their way higher up, her pink lips moving with a never ending smile, beautiful and heart-stopping—

"The other over that one—"

Even higher up, a tiny nose, perfect amidst flushed cheeks—

"And then the other over that one."

And then there were her gray eyes, mysterious pools of misty silver, deep and unrelenting of what lie beneath—

"Oliver, you're staring again."

I blinked and managed a weak laugh. "I…I guess I am." I said, not finding anything else to say. She fluttered her long lashes at me shyly before leaning in closer.

"You know," she said softly, almost a whisper, "I'm almost fourteen. Maybe we could sneak away from here and—"

"Oh, no you don't, young lady," Jeanine suddenly appeared, yanking her swiftly onto her feet and out of my arms.

I looked up at her with a frown…and then straight out glared at the grinning idiot beside her.

"Sorry, little brother," Tom said with a feigned air of authority, "but Serena is still too young to be playing around with the likes of you—"

"I'm only one year younger than you!" Serena retorted hotly, taking a menacing step forward and poking Tom in the chest.

"And," I added, moving closer at the same time, "WE are only one year apart. You two on the other hand—"

"Are still older," Jeanine answered smoothly, a smirk worthy of Rosalie's plastered on her face.

Tom smiled at me sweetly. "Yeah."

"Oh yeah, well—well…" but I couldn't come up with anything. Serena, my clever little doll face, however, was ready, a broad, almost malicious smile on her face.

"Well, at least when Oliver and I have permission, we can kiss each other as hard as we like!"

I almost fell.

My entire body scorched and I had to hang onto my brother's shoulder to avoid slipping all the way down.

W-what?

"Serena!" Jeanine scolded. But Tom had another thing in mind. His eyes half-closed and his nostrils flared slightly.

"Want to bet, you little—"

We both took an immediate step backward…Jeanine had already grabbed him by the shoulders, dipped him backwards, and dove in for a very, very, very inappropriate kiss.

I looked at them in shock, and then at Serena.

Oh no, she can't be thinking…

We'd been home for several months now and I had yet to kiss the means of my existence, and for some reason, I was ok with that. Tom was right, she was too young, thirteen still. With Renesmee it had been different, I was willing to do whatever at all cost…with Serena, I didn't want to make any mistakes, she was too important to me, too much to risk losing, and I could see just how important her father was to her. Being around her seemed to be enough though, more than enough, and I'm sure kissing her would have been an even more incredible experience. As it was, our newfound relationship seemed to be in the midst of best friends and—

"Well, we can do better than that! Come here, Oliver!"

No, not yet, your dad said—

But her mouth was already on mine.

And I forgot anything ever existed at all.

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

"Bella, I don't know, it just seems too soon! And I—"

"Shouldn't be listening to her thoughts anyway," she replied curtly. I refrained from childishly rolling my eyes at her.

"Well, love, fortunately I have no other choice. Surely you, of all people, must understand that graduation is a reasonable deadline." I responded smoothly. Bella only looked at me with raised eyebrows.

And I didn't have to hear it from her to guess what she was thinking…

"This is a new generation, Edward. Not everything has to be done the traditional way. Even I thought—"

"Bella, please, don't tell me you're going to agree to this?" I was by her side, my best puppy-face directed into my stunning wife's face, begging for her alliance in the latest conundrum.

Bella smiled at me, her fingertips grazing the side of my cheek lovingly. "Oh, Edward," she sighed, breathless and content, "you know I hate seeing you upset."

My ears perked up. "So then—"

"Unfortunately Nessie is all grown up now, and so anything we say or try to do won't matter. She has her heart set."

Stupid imprinting…

"If only that damn dog—"

"Jacob, Edward, not dog," she warned slightly. I turned away and nuzzled into her warm neck, breathing in her enticing scent.

"Fine, Jacob."

She enclosed her arms around my back, bringing me closer yet, a soft sigh in response to the interesting things I found myself doing to her exposed throat.

"Edward," she said softly, "that's not going to change anything, you know."

I retreated back slowly to look into her eyes and we shared a moment of silence, knowing parents in the outfield.

"I know, it's just…"

"She's your daughter."

"Yes, and I…"

"Love her very much."

"Exactly but if she—then—and if we don't…"

"Don't worry, Edward," she placed a gentle kiss onto my lips. "I'm as terrified as you are."

************************Jacob********************************

I laughed with the ridiculous sight before me, a moment worth noting in vampire history. Nessie just rolled her eyes at me, a grin stretched across her smeared face.

"Jake!" she laughed, immediately by my side and hitting me playfully on the arm. "Stop laughing! I did it on purpose, I—"

"I-I'm s-sorry, N-Ness," I sputtered, "but you just look so—"

"Don't say it."

"DAMN FUNNY!"

This time her eyes narrowed slightly. I took a playful step backward, and added hastily, "And cute, yes, very, very adorable…covered in mud."

She sighed, removing her light sweater and dropping it gingerly onto the floor. I did my best to keep a straight face, watching the object of my affection dash away and back, a trail of wet mud erased somewhat from her clear complexion.

"I know, I know," she raised her arms up dramatically; "vampires shouldn't be tripping over tree roots. But in my defense, mom was VERY clumsy as a human!"

I walked over to her in two strides, using the hem of my shirt to wipe away rogue drops of the brown substance away from her skin, including the bottom half of her face. She closed her eyes and tilted her head into my hands, her cheeks warm through the thin fabric. Without thinking I stroked it, causing a soft sigh to be released, a flutter of lashes.

So beautiful, even covered in mud…

"You know," she spoke softly, her eyes still closed, "you might be able to clean me up better if you used your entire shirt."

I grinned, a vague feeling of guilt erupting alongside the all-too familiar sensation of arousal that the girl in front of me brought about so easily. True, Nessie was officially sixteen already, thus fully grown, but…

"Here," she offered, her eyelids rising slightly as her quick fingers slid my shirt off before I could say anything. It shouldn't have been anything, I'd been shirtless in front of her loads of times…

She placed the shirt into my waiting hands and I continued the process of cleaning her up, moving slowly as I wiped against the ridges of her collarbone.

So soft, so…

Stop it, Jake! You guys aren't even married yet! You—

"Jake," her voice, her soothing voice, "there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

Her cheeks were flushed a delicious pink, eyes bright with what could only be passion, hair windblown in ardent disarray—

"As you know," she continued, her hands moving along my own. I hadn't noticed I'd stopped. She moved them with hers, along the topmost part of her bare shoulders.

My heart began to beat without pace, racing then freezing with her cautious touch, every fiery gaze.

Not good, not good…

"I'm already of age," she said, her hands rubbing circles against my fingers, kneading them deeper into her porcelain softness. "And so I was thinking it was about time you and I…" she paused, stepping closer into the circle I'd unknowingly formed around her. "Took the next step."

Time froze.

The next step, as in…

"I know my parents are all for, you know, being traditional and stuff, but…"

Does she mean—no wait, she can't possibly mean—as much as I would love to, I couldn't possibly—

"I don't know, graduation just seems like too far away. I mean, I know I'm only sixteen but it's not like I'm going to get any older, so why wait another two years, you know?"

"I—er—"

She took the final step and hugged me tightly, her hot breath against my naked chest, brown, simmering eyes staring up at me with an intense blaze. Her hands moved simultaneously, rubbing my sides comfortingly, but mere centimeters away from my hips, too close to my—

"What's the point in waiting?" she asked quietly, her beautiful, angel face lighting up in anticipation. I couldn't answer, verbally anyway. There was quite an obvious reply coming from somewhere else on my body…

"I wanted to wait," she continued, almost as if talking to herself, "but I know that there will never be anyone else, that it will always be you that I love, that you will always be the one who loves me most."

Her warming words only made me gasp. Do you know what you do to me, Nessie?

"And I guess there's really no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to spit it out," she said, her face brightening a deep shade of red, all the while squeezing me closer, tighter.

No, you should say something now, Jake, before you let your hormones take over. She's going to regret this later. She's just a hormonal teenager too, after all, she—

And suddenly her hands were rubbing down the length of my legs, nervously as she lowered herself to one knee, her hot breath coming out shallowly as her breathing began to accelerate.

See, you idiot! She's nervous, which means she knows just as much as you do that this isn't right—

I felt her hands take my own, smooth warm skin against my burning temperature, a dazzling smile that went straight through my heart and into my soul. Even now she looked so sweet, so innocent…

Yeah, but what exactly is she about to do to you…

Damn, this has to stop, now…

"Nessie, hang on a sec, I—"

But she shook her head. "No, Jake, let me do this, I need to do this, I've been wanting to for a while now," she answered back determinedly, hugging my legs meaningfully and burrowing the side of her face with clenched eyes.

But I—we—your dad's going to—

She pulled back slightly, one hand disappearing into her pocket whilst the other remained holding my own, another smile, certain and thrilling, gleaming with all the sun's rays.

"Jacob Black," she said slowly, each syllable a loving sound from those perfect lips, a caress meant to last forever. I held my breath, waiting for her to drop the bomb. I'd always pictured our first time together somewhat differently…

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

For some reason Jake looked extremely nervous.

It made my heart sink.

The fact was, I'd expected him to ask me earlier, but Jake hadn't even come close to it, not one single hint. I didn't understand. I loved him and he loved me, so what more did we need?

Maybe he doesn't want this…

No, he does, it's probably daddy's doing. Think about it, if daddy knew Jake was going to—

As if he could hear me, Jake suddenly spoke. "Nessie, hang on a sec, I—"

I shook my head, unsettled with his hesitance but determined. "No, Jake, let me do this, I need to do this, I've been wanting to for a while now." I hugged his legs against my cheek, rubbing my hands comfortingly along his sides to ease up the tension, burrowing deeper as if to hide.

Breathe, Nessie, breathe, it's just a simple question. After all, daddy did it to mom, right? And before she was turned too, it's no different now. There's nothing wrong with this. The worst that can happen is that he'll say no…

My heart faltered again with the horror.

But my mind was set. I knew what I wanted, and even if he refused me—which I really, really, really hoped he didn't—at least he'd know just how committed I was ready to be. I let go of his hand and reached into my pocket swiftly, turning a meaningful smile up into the eyes of the man I loved.

Jake, even if you do say no, I know you'll always love me no matter what…

"Jacob Black," I said carefully, each word a reminder of everything he meant to me, of everything that could never describe how much I loved him. Jake tensed, his eyes widening and his skin burning against my own. It was now or never.

I pulled out the tiny box and held it open in front of him.

"Will you marry me?"

Soooooo…lol, ok, here's my train of thought: Jake proposing was just a little too obvious, in my opinion, and so I 'tweaked' it as only I would probably do lol. What do you think? We all know Edward would be against it right away—probably why Jake has been avoiding the subject so soon—but when it comes to Nessie (at least how I characterize her), what she wants, she will do whatever to get lol. And right now there is no one more important to her than Jake. I thought it might be a bit fun for Jake to be a little 'misled' because come on, even he would've never expected his little Nessie to propose to him! Unexpected, 'omg', and oh so sweet! Lol. I also wanted to clarify something (don't know if I did already or not). I mentioned that Tom and Jeanine WILL work. What I meant was in the context of love. If we base their relationship on the basis of having more pups then obviously no, it won't work. But recall that Tom has a twin brother: Oliver. Thus, even if Tom can't pass on the wolf gene, his twin sure can! And from the same blood line too! There are so many 'holes' left open with other SM characters that I really don't think Tom and Jeanine are 'unlikely' (for instance, Leah hasn't had her period since she phased…does she get it again when she imprints? Does she not? The answer will tell us if she can have babies or not, but we don't know…)...if you aren't convinced, I don't know what else to tell you. I honestly didn't really consider the whole 'imprinting for the purpose of reproduction' when I had Tom imprint on Jeanine; I was only focused on each needing someone to fall in love with and be happy…Anyway, I just posted a new 'story' called the 'Twilight Scrapbook of Memories.' This will be the beginning of a long collection of letters/journals/etc just for fun (what if's sort of lol) so if you want to check out the first entry please do. Thank you all so much! Next chapter up soon, and we're three chapters away from the end so please review! Love you all, thanks.