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And of course, a special thanks to all my amazing readers and reviewers. I can go on and on with how grateful and humbled I am by your lovely comments and enthusiasm *sighs happily* but let's finish the story first, shall we? I mentioned there are only three chapters left…ok, I lied lol. There may actually be like five left plus an ending author's note/sneek peek of the sequel, in the end. Here's chapter seventy eight, read, review, and enjoy!

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

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

"Can you believe it, dad!" I laughed, ecstatic still with the flying sensation floating around in my stomach. It took all my will power to avoid lifting my dad out of his chair and into the air. I was just so happy!

Billy chuckled. "I'm so happy for you, son. So, I'm assuming you said yes then, right?"

I flopped down onto the couch, a huge grin tattooed on my face. "Ah, dad…"

A moment forever engraved in my memory…

"Will you marry me?"

I looked at her questioning gaze, the ring in her outstretched hand gleaming without the use of any sunlight, only the gleam in her brown eyes. My heart was soaring, my head floating, my body tingling. It was a long moment of astonishment, pleasant surprise. It was only until those beautiful brown eyes suddenly turned away from mine hesitantly, almost ashamedly…

Oh no, she thinks I might say no!

"Nessie, no!" I choked out, grabbing her chin so that I could never look away from those eyes again. Her mouth quivered when our gaze met again.

"N-no?" she whispered.

Why is she—stupid, Jake! Stupid!

"No! That's not what I meant—I mean, I was just so surprised I—" And I finally came to my senses.

I began to laugh joyously.

"YES! HELL YES!"

In one fluid movement I picked her up and brought her up to eye level, her beaming smile the last thing in sight before the smooth of soft lips engulfed my own, a procession of quick kisses all over her face.

"Jake!" she laughed, "you're getting saliva on my face!"

"Sorry," I mumbled moving back to her lips. "I'm just—" Kiss. "So." Kiss. "Happy!"

Long, slobbery, kiss.

Our eyes met again, the reality of what these past moments had just accomplished shining through with vigor. She loved me, and I loved her more still, and now…

We were engaged. Renessmee Cullen and I were going to get married…

"Jake? Jake? Hello, anyone in there?"

I blinked. Billy was smiling mischievously, his hand fanning the front of my face. I grinned in reply.

"Congratulations, Jake." He playfully punched me on the shoulder. "So, when's the big day?"

"About a year from now. Alice is taking care of all the arrangements of course."

Billy frowned. "So soon? And Bella and Edward are ok—"

I laughed, cutting him off midsentence. "Well, let's just say we 'compromised.' Edward wanted us to wait till graduation but Nessie insisted two years was too long and threatened to drop out if she didn't get her way."

"So…"

I leaned forward. "So Bella offered Nessie to graduate early, within one year. Then we tie the knot and everyone gets what they want."

Billy laughed and shook his head. "You sure got a handful there with this one, don't you, Jake?"

I smiled to myself. "Yeah. Nessie can be very stubborn but…well, I love her."

Billy edged closer to me. "I know, son, I know—" he burst into a fit of coughs. I immediately stood up to get him his medicine.

"No, don't—" another sputter of coughs.

"Don't complain, you shouldn't be coughing like that, dad," I interrupted sourly. I'd noticed a vast difference in his condition since getting back from Volterra. Everyday he assured me he was getting better but—

"See? I'm fine." He smiled at me through innocent eyes. I raised an eyebrow.

Still no reason to avoid taking your meds, old man…

"Now, don't look at me like that," he said teasingly, "this is your moment, don't let me ruin it. Here, hang on."

He wheeled himself out of the room and down the hallway. Now what is he up to? I made to follow him but he ordered me to stay put with a loud 'Stay put!'

Geez, ok, ok…

After about five minutes he finally came back, a small pouch dangling from one of his fingers, carefully placed so as not to get caught in the wheels. He grinned at me. "Here, I take it you haven't given her a ring yet, so—"

But I was already eyeballing the jewel in disbelief.

"Whoa, dad, this used to be mom's…" I started, the silver ring sliding into my palm. It looked brand new, well taken care of. But…

"Dad, I," I cleared my throat, "you really don't have to. This is one of the few things you have left of her, I wouldn't want—"

"Jacob," he spoke sternly, "you will take it and there will be no if's, and's, or but's about it. She would want you to have it, so take it. I won't be around forever, son, and I wouldn't want to miss the chance at being a part of your happiness. So take it, give it to your future wife and be happy."

I looked at my haggard father, lines etched into his skin with age, loose skin where muscles used to be, gray hairs covering every ounce of his once black hair. I'd never realized how old he really was, how…old he really looked. He'd been so sick lately and I'd barely even been around…I didn't know what to say…and for some reason…

"Come here, son," Billy said softly, motioning for me to sit on his lap.

I shook my head furiously. No way, I was a man now, and men don't sit on their daddy's laps and cry—

"Jacob."

But then again…

"Dad, I'm—I'm sorry I haven't been around lately," I cried out, not exactly sitting on his weak bones but leaning over to embrace him so that it looked like I was. He was grateful for the gesture and his frail hands moved over my broad back.

"There, there, now, I understand, you're a grown man now, and in love," he soothed. "And don't you worry about this old man, I don't plan on going anywhere for a while yet."

I hugged him closer to myself, reveling in the comfort of my father, his familiar scent, thin-once-burly frame so small under my own. When had he gotten so small? Or was it just that I had gotten so big?

I didn't mean to cry like the five year old I'd once been, but for some unfathomable reason the tears poured silently down my cheeks, a mixture of joy with my engagement and nostalgia with my aging father. It made no sense really, but he held onto me just like he'd always done in the past. Sometimes things don't have to make sense for someone to understand, I guess.

I gave him one final squeeze before pulling away. "Yeah, well, you better not. Ness and I plan on having a dozen kids and they need a normal grandpa."

He laughed, the twinkle in his eye reminding me he wasn't just some frail, old man. He was still Chief Billy Black, leader of the Quileute tribe and my dad.

"I love you dad."

"And I love you, son."

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

"Pleeeaaasse! Pretty please? Serena, make him say yes!"

Oliver scowled and turned away from for the millionth time, though the edge of his lips revealed he wasn't as 'unhappy' as he put out to be. "No way, Renesmee. I've done loads of things for you, and I still would since you're my best friend and all," he crossed his arms as if to make a point. "But I will NOT be your maid of honor!"

Serena began giggling immediately. "Oh but why not, Oliver? I think you'd look cute in a dress!"

Oliver looked horrified. We both burst into another fit of laughter. Even though she was several years younger than me, I really liked Serena.

"Oh, come on, Oliver," I rolled my eyes and shoved him onto the couch next to the dark-haired girl, "I'm not going to actually make you wear a dress."

Serena added, "Yeah, silly. Besides, if you're Nessie's maid of honor then I get to go shopping with you for all the bride stuff!"

I made a poor show of coughing with the intensity of horror that increased on Oliver's face. Alice made it a point to walk in in his moment of damnation.

"Oliver," she said in a sing-song voice, "you do know I'm in charge of all the details, right?"

Oliver looked hopeful while Serena slumped backwards into the couch. Alice gave her a reassuring look before turning back to her uncooperative imprint. "All you have to do is show up, hand her the ring, and look good. Serena and I," she winked at her, "will handle all the details."

Oliver looked hesitant. I didn't blame him, something about Alice's 'too-innocent' eyes said there was probably a good deal more my male friend would have to do. "Well," he said slowly, "it's just…oh, alright, fine, but you can't call me the 'maid of honor', I'm not a girl, after all."

"But you are my best friend," I quickly added, "so it would only be right that you be my maid of—"

"Man!"

Serena rolled her eyes with me this time. "Ok, ok, yes, man of honor, geez, you boys and your macho complex…" I said, eyeing Serena knowingly. She took the hint and zoomed in for a quick peck on my best friends lips.

Oliver turned beet red. Serena giggled and pulled back, admiring her handiwork. "Nothing macho about that," she concluded loudly, affection laced into every look. I beamed. It really was so amazing that Oliver had found someone as sweet as Serena. He deserved it.

I smelled the aroma of my existence and turned around expectantly. Jake walked in with a huge smile upon meeting my gaze, Tom and Jeanine lagging behind him with the same 'dreamy-eyes' aimed at each other. I ran straight into Jake's waiting arms.

"So what's this I hear about 'man of honor'?" he asked, placing a quick kiss on my nose. I returned it with eager enthusiasm and a loud pop.

"Oliver's going to be my maid of honor," I told him.

"Man!"

"Get over it, Oliver," Serena retorted, smacking him playfully on the shoulder. Tom and Jake were already howling with laughter. I shot an apologetic look at my best friend and tentatively touched Jake's arm.

Alright, alright, enough…

Jake nodded and came up for air. His eyes suddenly lit up and he exclaimed. "Hey! I have an idea! Since you're getting a guy for your maid—sorry, man of honor, how about I get a girl for my mine too. I already have the perfect girl in mind…"

Uh oh, I don't like that little gleam in your eyes, Jake. Who do you have in min—

Daddy suddenly came into the room with a similar expression. Smirking with mishchief. "Be warned, Jacob," he chuckled, taking a seat on one of the loveseats. Mom followed with an expression similar to mine.

Confused.

Jake gave me one quick kiss before he placed me onto the floor and turned around. He winked at me and then opened his mouth to speak.

"OH, ROSALIE!"

My eyes bulged. He can't be serious? I looked towards daddy but he was carefully avoiding my gaze—something he'd been doing for a while since we announced our engagement.

"Jake, I don't think—"

"I swear, if you had any less decency you'd be nothing short of a savage," Rosalie huffed as she walked in. Emmett tailed close behind, his shoulders bouncing with eagerness.

"Yo, Jake! What's up? Rose didn't want to come down but I made—I mean," he backtracked with the glare his bombshell beauty gave him, "I love you, honey?"

Rosalie turned away and focused her death glare in Jake's direction. "What do you want, dog?"

Jake frowned in mock hurt. "So we're back to derogative terms again? Shame, shame, Barbie, but if you insist. Now come over here and be my best man!"

I held my breath. Rosalie froze. Then she rolled her eyes and turned away.

She thinks he's joking…please be joking, please be joking…

Jake, however, swiftly caught up and grabbed her hand in his. "Please, pretty please? Nessie would really appreciate it, wouldn't you Ness?"

Rosalie's nostrils flared in disgust and anger and she immediately turned her icy stare at me. Whoa, she can look really scary sometimes…

"Nessie," she spoke, the same buttery voice she'd reserved for me since I was a baby, "I love you very much, sweetie, you know that, but if your mutt doesn't let go of my hand in two seconds, I'm going to choke him to death."

I was caught in between laughing hysterically and rushing forward. What came out was something in between.

"Jake, I really," I giggled nervously, "wouldn't mind if you chose someone else. No offense to Rosalie, of course, but—"

"Oh come off it, already!" Tom suddenly interrupted. "You want a balanced pair, fine. I'll be Jake's best man. There, now you have a pair of twins."

Rosalie had already ripped her arm out of Jake's hand and stormed upstairs. Jake shrugged and came over to me, ruffling my hair in the same motion. "Ok then, sounds good to me."

I looked at him in awe. "You mean, you really were just kidding with Rosal—"

He waved a hand. "Pfffshhh! Of course! Can you imagine? The ice queen for my best man?" he shivered and closed his eyes. "She'd probably put me in a dress or something, and that's being nice."

I shook my head and led him towards the couch. Daddy finally met my eyes and smiled at me.

Haha, very funny, dad!

But the truth was, I was quite happy right now. And for once, so was daddy. Suddenly the door burst open and Seth and Leah tumbled in.

Literally.

Seth seemed to be trying to say something whilst a very flustered Leah struggled silencing him.

"Hey, hey, you guys, what's the big deal—" Jake started.

"LEAH—OW!"

"SHUT UP YOU LITTLE—HEY!"

"YOU STARTED IT—AAAHH!"

The rest of us gazed at the two siblings, biting and kicking and scratching each other, but mostly—

"LETGOMOUTH!"

"OVER MY DEAD BODY!"

Just then Jeanine and Serena's dad walked in—they'd been staying in a couple of our guest rooms whilst Esme constructed a house for them on the reservation—and his eyebrows rose.

"What's going o—"

"LEAH IMPRINTED ON HIM!"

And…silence.

I stared at Leah, then at the 'him' in question, my thoughts racing wildly. Leah looked horrified with the revelation, blushing furiously and avoiding Jeanine and Serena's dad's gaze. He looked mildly surprised by all the commotion, but nothing dramatic. Finally—

"On dad?" Serena asked, her nose wrinkled in disgust. "But he's so…old!"

That did it; we burst into more laughter…or shrieks, by Seth's standards.

"You stupid moron!" Leah screeched, slapping him on the head. Seth merely winced, his broad grin widening as he ran behind Jake for sanctuary. Jake was grinning as well.

"Wow, Leah, congratulat—"

"Shut up! Don't think just because—oh…hi, Dom."

"Dom! She's already calling you by your nickname—"

Dominic shot his younger daughter a look that clearly said 'that's enough.' He turned back towards Leah with a frown. "If it's because of my age, I'll have you know I'm not that old, I'm actually—"

"No, no!" Leah interrupted, her face resembling the brightest of reds. "It's not that, really, I just—"

"She's just a sour, old—"

"Seth, shut up!" She made to smack him again, but he quickly retreated behind Jake again. I laughed. Jake turned his attention to Dominic.

"Don't mind, Leah, sir. She's just been through a lot, and to be honest we were never even sure she was ever going to imprint at all. It's a bit…what do you think, Leah, confusing?"

Leah, still flustered, shot Jake a grateful glance before turning back to Dominic. "Yeah, something like that…"

But Dominic didn't seem to mind. He shook his head and took her hand in his—at which Serena began making gagging faces towards—and smiled down at her. "Don't worry, I'll wait as long as you like and I'll be whatever it is you need to be until you're ready."

I smiled and Jake caught my eye. Judging by the glazed look over Leah's face I'd say she was already very much in love with her older man.

Good old imprinting…

Jake took her in his arms and swung her around before she could begin to protest. "Congratulations, Leah!"

Seth came out beaming and took Dominic in for a hug as well, though I could've sworn I heard a muttered 'hurt her and I'll kill you'. I shook my head.

Leah and Seth, the perfect brother and sister relationship.

I sat back and surveyed the scene before me…Tom and Jeanine, Serena and Oliver, Jake and I, and now Leah and Dominic. To think, several months ago things had been on the brink of crashing, miserable and depressing, and now…I couldn't believe how great things were, it was a miracle, happy ending upon happy ending, and to top it all off, Jake and I were engaged.

I met Jake's glowing eyes once again. He mouthed 'I love you' and I smiled back, a silent kiss telling him I loved him more.

Yes, things were absolutely perfect ...

So first off, I need to apologize for not updating on time (usually Monday...), my intern stuff is really time consuming and I haven't had a chance, so sorry. Also, there was a little implication here in the end, anyone catch it? Its actually VERY subtle but we will see next chapter...Yay for happy endings! In case anyone is wondering, lets say Dominic is about 38-40 (IS possible, had kids young)and Leah is in her mid twenties towards 30. Before anyone starts bashing me lol, there have been worse age differences, and basically Leah will age till she's within his age (35?). Anyway, the story is not over! There is still one (or two I guess) major event taking place soon...I will do my best to update tomorrow, if not then by Saturday (again, busy...). Check out any of my other Twilight stories in the meantime, oh and of course please review this one ;-) Thank you all, love you!