Jacob Black

After Edward's shocking revelation, there was a string of silence. I guess we were all hoping it was a dream and that he didn't exactly just say that name. But when my mate's nervous voice lingered in my ears, I all of a sudden became overwhelmed with anger.

"Charles is here?!" Nessie questioned.

"He was destined to return after what happened."

"And that we have his child." Jasper stated.

"He's not Charles' child. He's mine! Okay!" Rosalie uttered with a growl. "And I will not go down without a fight. If he wants him, he'll have to go through me."

"Through us." Emmett clarified, just as passionately as he held his wife and adoptive child in his grasp.

If this wasn't a grueling time for the family, I think I'd give him an Oscar!

Carter stirred in Blondie's arms but didn't wake up.

Edward raised his hand, gesturing for her to calm down.

"Nobody is going to touch Carter, Rose."

"We will do anything and everything in our power to protect that child in your arms." Edward added.

"He's family and we will do anything for this family but we need to also acknowledge the danger that can occur with him being family."

"You're making it sound like it's a terrible thing about a child!" Bella argued as she eyed Edward carefully.

He sighed. "You don't seem to understand what I'm saying. It's not Carter we're concerned about. It's Charles being able to get ahold of him. He's agenda or plot from the very beginning was to create a spawn that possesses the same traits he has. We don't know why but now that he has succeeded with…" He pause, gesturing to the sleeping child in Blondie's arms. "His sole purpose is to get ahold of that power he possess."

"So he will stop at nothing to get his end goal." Jasper confirmed.

Edward nodded.

"But what do you think his end goal really is?" Bella questioned.

"I wasn't able to read his mind clearly the first time he surprised us with his visit. It was all fuzzy but I managed to get something he [I'm assuming intentionally made slip] that he knew the powers Carter possessed and how more powerful he'll be as he grows older. He believed that since he's power is so strong, it could reap great privilege to the supernatural world, making him probably the most gifted of all or it could open gates to total destruction if he is unable to learn control over it and contain it. He believes that we won't be able to help him the way he can and that's why he thought of this would potentially bring us to our doom." Edward expressed.

"That's ridiculous." Emmett laughed non-humorously, as he stroked Carter's head. "This kid's not a danger to anybody! All he wants to do is play with the Xbox, not rule the world."

"Sadly, Emmett. That is not what Charles believes." Carlisle said.

"It's frustrating that I'm not able to be of help. I can't see creatures like Charles. Maybe if I did, I would know when his next attempt will be." Alice said sadly.

"What do we do?" Nessie questioned nervously as she looked up to Carlisle and Edward.

"I guess there's nothing we can do but just stand our guard. We need to be extra careful and keep a cautious eye." Doc said.

"Jacob, is it possible if you could put together a patrol routine with Embry and Seth from now on? If that is no problem with you." Doc added.

I looked at the Doc and nodded my head.

"Sure. I'll do whatever I can. I'll set it up." I assured them.

"Thank you," He said genuinely before turning to his family. "We can all do our part. Be careful who we interact with. If we see anyone suspicious, we shouldn't even question it. We are well aware that Charles has the ability to compel which he can use as a toy to get to us. Nessie, I would advise you to be extra careful at school. We don't want to draw more attention with your friends like last time."

Nessie nodded her head, nervousness on her face. I reached for her hand and locked my hand with hers which I could tell calmed her down a bit. I gave her a reassuring smile and she smiled back.

"I'm going to put Carter to bed." Rosalie informed us as she walked out of the room and up the stairs with the sound asleep five-year-old in her loving arms.

So funny seeing Barbie care for something other than her hair but it was kind of, maybe a little, comforting to know she found her complete happiness in being a mom under these circumstances.

If anyone knew I thought that way for her, I would surely deny it.

… …

After a while, the entire family slowly eased into conversation and focus on something other than the Charles thing. Even though we had a clear threat to our family, Charles wouldn't dare try to fight us all immediately. He would have to think twice before attacking eight vampires, two hybrids and three werewolves to back them up. I think he learned that the hard way when we annihilated his so-called 'Legion' the last time.

Nessie and I were in the lounge room with Bella and Esme as we listened to them rant along about their time with Egyptian Coven.

"I don't think Bella enjoyed riding Amun's camels very much." Esme said with a smile as she glanced at her daughter-in-law.

Nessie laughed.

I tried hard to pay attention to the story but I really couldn't. All I could think about was how Edward hadn't even questioned these three weeks with Nessie. I mean he made it seem like the only thing he was concerned about was the fact that Nessie wasn't around when Charles broke into the house, not the obvious other thing...

I eyed him carefully as he was fully engrossed in a conversation with Carlisle I also didn't pay attention to.

He was totally unaware!

Wow! He hadn't suspected a thing. He had no idea of the fact that Nessie and I may or not have consummated our relationship while their trip to Egypt. If he did, he was doing really well at not showing it!

Did Bella have her shield around mine and Nessie's mine?! Mostly mine?!

How damn lucky am I?

But when I heard the loud, uproar of laughter that belonged to none other than Emmett Cullen, I automatically felt like my luck was about to change.

"Jacob had sex with Nessie?!" Emmett exclaimed so loud, I was sure people in Los Angeles heard it.

My eyes bulged at the same time I felt my heart drop. The room automatically fell into complete silence as we all listened to Emmett laughing up a storm.

Nessie's eyes of horror looked to me as she gripped my thigh so hard I was sure her nails were clawing through my skin through my jeans.

Someone tried shushing Emmett's laughter.

"Jazz, you're not messing around with me right? Because that is so rich!" Emmett guffawed. "Uh oh! What will Edward think? Man! I need to grab some blood for this. I can't miss this! The blow up of the century is finally here."

The whole room thickened with awkwardness as uncertain eyes ogled around the room before ultimately landing on both Nessie and I.

This is not good.

I knew I'd be the one to screw things up for the both of us at some point.

After five minutes of uncomfortable, gut-wrenchingly, painful silence, Esme decided to be the first to break it.

"Okay…well…" She began. "I'm going to make dinner."

"I'll help you!" Alice replied with an awkward laugh as she ran into the kitchen.

I could feel Edward's glare and stare piercing through the back of my head. I was afraid if I turned around to look, I'd be turned to stone.

Man! Why?

"Jacob, I need to talk to you." Edward told me, gesturing to the backyard before sauntering his way over there.

I couldn't tell if he was angry in the way he said it but I was sure not going to be positive about it.

All eyes were on me.

Nessie's beautiful eyes locked with mine before landing onto her father as she held onto my hand protectively.

"Dad! Don't!" She called, rising from the couch but I quickly stopped her.

"No. It's okay." I murmured to her, rubbing the back of her hand and kissing it before emerging from my seat.

"Jacob?" I could my Nessie's afraid, pleading voice calling out for me.

I tilted my head to see my imprint's saddened facial expression.

It took everything in me not to turn around and console her in my arms for one last time but I was glad Bella helped me out.

"Nessie, come on. Why don't we go talk in the other room?" Bella said.

I watched as Bella lifted her protesting daughter off the couch and disappeared up the stairs.

I fixed my eyes on the ground, feeling her lovely scent lingering on my nostrils before it suddenly disappeared by the shut of a door.

And with that, I went to face the music.

… …

As I slipped out the backdoor to the backyard, I somehow felt an overwhelming surge of nervousness. Well of course! You're going to talk to your imprint's dad.

"I want to talk to you, Jacob." He said as I approached him.

"Okay." I simply replied.

He suddenly averted his focus from me back to the house, particularly one of the bedrooms upstairs. I followed his gaze to see Nessie peeping through the drapes, concern washing her face.

"But I want to do this in a more private vicinity." He told me.

He wants to 'talk' privately? That's never good!

I nodded before I watched him begin to walk due south to the woods.

I don't know how long we've been walking out here but it felt like hours of excruciatingly painful silence as we walked through the leave-infested woods.

But when we finally came to a halt at the clearing, we were in the same exact position as we were all those years ago when Bella was still human. Him and I. About to butt heads.

I slowly, carefully –afraid that if I make one mistake I would have to fight for my life– made my way over to Edward, who had his back turned towards me.

I sighed, shaking my head. This was ridiculous.

"Look, Edward. You're pissed. That's fine but I'm not gonna regret whatever Nessie and I did." I said confidently.

He turned around to look at me.

"Sorry but I will give anything and everything Nessie wants. I can't deny her of what she wants." I expressed.

I ain't gonna apologize for something as amazing as loving my mate. It's not like I hurt her or anything so I don't see why he is so bothered by it. It's actually pretty personal between the two of us, not with her dad! That would be weird.

"I'm not angry that you took my daughter's innocence, Jacob." He said with a sigh.

I darted my head up and stared at the mind-reader, with a cocked eyebrow.

He's not?

"Although, I would have respected it and appreciated it if you two waited a little while longer at least –so that I could have at best, prepared myself and my mind." He pointed out.

I glanced at the ground in shame. Was my mind really that bad to listen to? Yep! It is Jacob.

But what can I say, Nessie's all I think about, I can't exactly force myself not to think about her. I think about those big, beautiful, brown eyes. I think about that fair skin I enjoy laying lingering kisses on, I love those luscious pink lips of hers that I love to capture every second –

Edward cleared his throat loudly, making it known to me and my ant buddies.

"Sorry." I apologized, biting my bottom lip.

"However, I am not going to be roadblock in my daughter's life anymore. I did that before and that almost made me lose her forever." He said sadly at the remembrance.

I frowned. He was referring to the time Nessie finally blew up and that brawl between them two back in April that forced Nessie and I to leave for four months.

"I made a promise to my daughter that I would want her to make her own decisions that I swore I wouldn't interfere with. I promised I would accept your relationship and I do because it makes her happy. I don't want to push her away so that is why I'm not angry at the escalation of your relationship." He said.

Whew! Well that just took a whole lot of loaded stress off my back.

"But…" He warned off my thoughts. "I'm more concerned about the doors this may open to in the future."

I furrowed.

How do you mean, Eddie?

"Well. I am sure you are well aware that Nessie does have menstrual cycle, although it's irregular but it is still very prominent in her life." He said.

I nodded.

"So, I'm sure you are aware that the possibility of her being able to carry a child are there, right?"

"Don't worry, Eddie. We're using protection. No need to fret. I got it covered." Literally. I made a small attempt at a joke which absolutely backfired.

He growled. "That was not what I was talking about, dog but thank you for clarifying. I could rather use without the visuals."

I smirked. Sorry!

"But no. In fact, I was actually talking about the difference between her human side and vampire side and how that may clash with a potential pregnancy. Carlisle is still studying the hybrid species and with the help of Jennifer, he believes he'll be able to determine whether or not a safe pregnancy is in the cards for Nessie."

Safe pregnancy?

Oh, right!

Flashback to eight years ago. Edward's wife almost got drained to death by her pregnancy. Entirely not Nessie's fault at all.

"I am assuming you and Nessie haven't talked about the thought of children in your near or distant future yet but I suggest you do at some point. Just so you two can have an idea of where you guys are at in that area because you'll both have to accept the possibilities of having a normal, safe, probably human type of pregnancy if both your human genes work together or a high-risk pregnancy whereby the vampire gene that belongs dominates or both your supernatural genetic make-up clashing together which ultimately limits the chances of having a pregnancy at all."

I thought about the latter. No pregnancy at all? Meaning, Nessie and I could never have children?

"It's a theory Carlisle has. Since you both have 24 chromosomes, he believes there's a higher chance of a pregnancy occurring because of your genetic material but he also believes that with Nessie's unpredictable, occasional menstrual cycle it could bring about some complications." He pointed out.

Whoa…

I didn't know what to say to all this information. I didn't know what to think. I couldn't think of a coherent way to answer to that.

I felt my knees begin to turn all jelly-like and I decided to take a seat on the large rock

"I know this information may be sudden, and stunning but Carlisle and I thought it would be appropriate to bring this up when you and Nessie have established a sure, serious relationship first."

"No. No. Thank you for telling me." I simply replied. "Uh…"

"Jacob." He began. I looked up. "I want you, no, I implore you to not put so much pressure on your relationship with my daughter. I know how in love you both are but…she's still a teenager and I'm not saying this from a fatherly standpoint but from a common observer. I read her mind. She's thinking of the future with you but feels the need to put her dreams in the back-burn."

"Dreams? Wait, she's putting off her dreams for me?"

He nodded. "She wants to go to college. She wants to experience the world and wants to travel but believes she is better off just being with you."

"She can still do all of those things."

"Yes. But she believes that you might be too busy with other obligations in your life and she has convinced herself that she'd rather be with you after high school, go back to Forks."

What?

She's never told me this before.

I mean, she has told me that she'd love to visit Forks again but not to move back?

Was I holding her back?

I mean, I get it that I've been busy and stressed out with work a lot lately and work from the community college and other stuff like running the pack from here but I always make sure I make time for her.

"She loves that she gets to see you almost every day but she thinks that all the things going on in your lives takes time from your relationship. Her senior year of high school, your work."

I sighed, placing my head in between my hands.

"I just don't understand why she wouldn't wanna tell me."

"She is too afraid of disappointing you."

Disappointing me? Why would she ever think she would be able to do that? That's impossible.

"Jacob. I hope you do the right thing and talk to her about this. Get her to see the light."

I nodded my head, locking my hands together as I stared at the soiled ground.

I guess he was right.

"And Jacob. You know you can talk to us if you're having money troubles."

I glared at him. "Money troubles? Why would you –"

"I read it on your mind." He told me as if it were obvious.

I rolled my eyes. "Everything's fine, Edward. Don't worry yourself about it."

He sighed, rolling his eyes as well which was odd for him.

"Whatever." He expressed. "Esme is making dinner for you, Nessie and Carter and a certain someone coming over as well."

I frowned. "A certain someone."

"Just…no conflicts tonight? Please? We've had enough of those to last a lifetime." He laughed as he began walking off. "Would you like to be left alone?"

"Yeah, thanks." I replied and then furrowed my eyebrows again.

"Why would there be conflict?" I asked him.

But he was already gone.

… …

Renesmee Cullen

I was currently in the room I used whenever I came over, peeping through the window to the backyard a couple of feet down to see my father and mate walking into the woods before disappearing completely.

"Honey?" I heard my mother call for me.

I immediately spun around to look at her. "Mom? What do you think dad's going to do to him?"

"I don't know sweetie." She said with a heavy, exasperated sigh. I widened my eyes at her. "Maybe talk?" She said as if it were a question.

My eyes spread even wider.

"Mom!" I gasped.

What if my dad's going to kill Jacob? Trick him into 'just talking' and then ambush him and rip his head off clean!

"Your father will not do anything to Jacob, my love. He's just going to talk to him for a while."

"Why can't he talk to him when I'm around? I'm just a part of the conversation as Jacob is!" I argued.

She sighed and shook her head. "It's just…" She paused. "Just trust your father, okay sweetheart? He knows what he's doing." She told me.

I pressed my lips together in a thin line as I sauntered my way over to the bed and collapsed on it, staring up at the ceiling.

"Mom." I breathed.

"Hmm?"

"Why does life have to be so complicated?" I probed.

She snickered as she, instead of answering me immediately, just laid on the bed beside me, following my gaze up at the ceiling.

"Baby girl," She began. "Life is complicated because that's what life is. Just one big complication." She laughed.

I giggled, despite my best efforts.

"I'm guessing something else is troubling you." She confirmed as she averted her eyes onto me.

I glanced back at my strikingly beautiful, immortal mother and smiled slightly.

"Want to talk about it?" She asked, stroking my long bronze hair sprawled across the pillow.

I shrugged, moving my eyes back onto the lovely ceiling.

"I don't know." I raised my eyebrows. "I just wish things would just be normal, you know? At least normal to the point where I can keep my own sanity. Ever since we moved here it feels like…I don't know. I can't quite explain it but it's a lot different than Forks." I expressed.

"I know, sweetie." She replied. "Well, the good thing is…we only have less than a year left here. Carlisle and Esme are in talks of moving to Alaska or Canada or even Iceland this time. Alice had a vision that the next two years will be the worst year for America when someone the world hates is elected president!"

I widened my eyes. "I hope it's not Donald Trump." I said at the horror.

She shrugged. "Who knows?"

I sighed.

"Listen, my little nudger." She said. I chuckled, cocking an eyebrow.

"Okay, my not-so-little nudger." She clarified with a laugh. "Your life has barely even begun. Your adult life that is. It's a whole different adventure out there. Next year you'll be in college, I mean and you're only eight. You have to be the youngest of all!"

I laughed. "I'm a protégé of education."

"Right." She told me, nudging my arm. "So, it's not the end of the world as you know it."

I nodded my head. "Yeah, I guess." I replied. "I want to go to Colombia University." I told her.

She didn't answer.

"I mean, I know you and dad would've loved for me to go to Dartmouth like you two but I feel a connection to Colombia. At least for my first college experience, I'd like to go there." I told her.

"I think that's fantastic, sweetheart!" She exclaimed.

I looked to her. "You do?"

"Of course! If that's where you wanna go then that's great! It's a really good school."

"So you're not mad that I won't be following the family to…wherever it is the family's going? That instead, I won't be attending Dartmouth next fall?" I asked nervously.

"Oh, honey! Your father and I never wanted that. It doesn't matter where you go. We want what's best for you s'all! And we've actually come to grips with the fact that you're no longer going to be with us in the future. You'll be starting your own life with Jacob. You'll be happy. That's all we want for you. So long as you're not abandoning us though? You'll be close to us, right?"

"Obviously! I can't abandon the world's most embarrassing parents!" I joked. She smiled. "I just hope dad actually gets to a place where he realizes I'm not always going to be his perfect little girl."

"You don't give your father so much credit. I mean, yes he is a control-freak! I would know because I married him but…he's slowly understanding. He's easing to it." She assured me.

I scoffed.

"Yeah, while keeping an eye on my tail 24/7!" I stated.

"Why do you think your father was so able to leave you behind before the trip to Egypt? Why do you think he didn't question the obvious alone time you'll be getting with Jacob?" She pointed out.

"I thought you convinced him to see the light."

"Honey, I've been trying to do that for many years. It wasn't me. It was him." She said.

I stared up to the ceiling. Sure! My dad was a fully changed man. Yeah right! I fell for it once and I won't do it again. I'll believe it when I actually see it.

As much as I loved Edward, he was my father and I knew he had my best interest at heart but sometimes it gets to a point where enough is enough. I am an adult! I shouldn't be treated as a teeny-weeny fragile being.

I acknowledge, though, that my dad was trying. And even if it's just a little bit, I appreciated it. I just wish he would fully let go at some point.

I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

"Do you think dad's made that…I'm not his innocent girl anymore?" I asked.

"I wouldn't say that. You'll always be his innocent girl to him." She told me. "But I'm worried though. We're worried though."

I furrowed my eyebrows as I glanced back at her.

"Why?"

She inhaled a needless heavy breath and waited for a while before heaving a sigh.

"Okay! So I assume you and Jacob have changed the dynamic of your relationship a bit, right?" She pointed out as more of a statement rather than a question.

I couldn't help the blush from forming on my cheeks, which was a downside to being the daughter of Human-Bella.

"As much as it hurts me to think about it, I've accepted it a long time before you and Jake even started your relationship. So since the day has finally arrived, I guess it's time to bring in the big guns as I have 'the talk' with you." She began as she leaped off the bed.

"Mom! I don't feel comfortable talking about this with you." I tried to protest.

However, she just ignored me as she disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared seconds later with a box in her marble grasp, tapping it lightly on her palm. She had a nervous, almost uncomfortable and embarrassed expression on her face.

"Believe me, I'm more uncomfortable talking about this with you than anything." She began with a sigh.

I frowned as I sat up on the bed with my legs crossed as my mother climbed on top of the bed in almost the same exact position as me.

"So I take it you and Jacob are taking precautions with your…" She trailed off, hoping I'd get the jig. "Physical intimacy."

"Mom! I got it the first time!" I replied quickly and awkwardly.

"You are taking precautions, am I right? You did listen to me when I told you to be safe, right?"

I nodded nervously.

I can't believe this conversation is actually happening.

She nodded back and didn't say a word after that. She instead just handed me the unopened box to me. I reluctantly to the box that read Ocella in wonderful calligraphy.

I began analyzing it, reading through all the details. Monophasic pills. They are used in one-month cycles and each active pill gives you the same dose of hormones. Enabling the halting of ovulation.

"Birth control pills?" I questioned, my voice high-pitched.

Why does my mom keep birth control pills in the vanity of the bathroom? It's not she can pop out babies anymore!

"I'm assuming you and Jacob don't have a family plan all set up yet, am I right?" She questioned, kind of hopping I'd agree with her.

I didn't know I could have blushed harder but here I was, blushing harder than ever before.

"Um…no." I whispered inaudibly but I'm sure she heard.

"Well…I don't know…I just thought you might need them if…I don't know. Oh Mylanta!" She said awkwardly.

"Mom, this is awkward!" I told her.

"Trust me, honey. It's just as painful for me as it is for you." She told me.

I highly doubt that.

"Charlie and I had the same conversations before but I didn't think I'd be having it with my daughter this soon." She uttered in disbelief, mostly to herself.

I literally wanted to crawl into a hole right now.

I stared at the bedding ineptly for a while before facing my mother.

"Um, thanks mom. For the pills." I said weirdly. "I will definitely…use...them?"

Please! Somebody take me out of this miserable hole and kill me now!

"That is great to hear, Ness." She said nervously. "It's every mother's dream!"

I couldn't handle it anymore. I needed to quickly change the subject before we both broke. However, my mother was too quick for me.

"How were your three weeks of freedom? I mean, besides hanging out with Jake." She stated with an eye roll.

I forced a smile. I wanted so badly to tell her that a lot of overwhelming things happened but I knew it wasn't going to be the most accurate of timing as this whole revelation came to us and they literally just got back from Egypt. I didn't wanna worry my family more than they already are at this point.

"You don't want to talk about it?"

I think my silence spoke for itself.

"That's okay but my advice to you is…it's not okay to keep things bottled in. It's okay to rant out about your feelings. I'm not talking from a motherly standpoint but more of an 'I was a teenage girl before' point of view." She told me. I chuckled.

"If it's any consolation, you do still look like a teenager?" I joked.

"Ha ha!" She teased. I giggled. "But honestly, Nessie. If you don't wanna talk to someone about how you feel then write it down. You used to love writing in your journal back in Forks. Why don't you reconsider getting back to that?"

I never thought about it. She was right. Writing about my days in my Dream Journal as I called it always seemed to help me tap into my interactive side. I never knew why I stopped writing, maybe because I started having friends when I moved here who I could talk to about my feelings but it would be nice to go back.

I smiled. "That would be nice if I remember where I left it. I think it's somewhere in one of the boxes in the attic back at the old Cullen house, I'm not quite sure. But it's thousand miles away."

She grinned at me beautifully. "Hold that thought." She said as she stood up and sauntered her way to the dresser and opened one of the drawers.

I furrowed my eyebrows when she approached me with the bound-in-leather Bohemian journal I had for seven years. I widened my eyes.

She smiled brightly, her topaz eyes and pale skin glistening as the sun shone through the lace drapes.

"Do you have everything in this room?" I scoffed.

She chuckled as she handed me the journal. The second I held the book in my grasp, all the memories of my life flooded my brain. Although, I didn't need a journal because all my memories were stored in my head and I was sure I would never forget but the journal always made me reflect on them.

"Don't worry! I didn't read it." She defended, raising her hands in the air. "I know how sacred it is to you and I just thought of what a shame it would be to leave it behind when so a year ago when we were planning to move here, I decided to grab it from the attic. Just for you. I thought it would make you happy."

I felt the warm liquid filling up my eyes and the saltiness of the tears stung and hung in my eye sockets. I placed the leather journal to my chest as if it was a treasure to me –and it was. I batted my eyes at her.

"I am happy." I expressed truthfully. "Thank you, mom."

"It's my pleasure, baby girl." She said, caressing my head and stroking her cold, yet nurturing hand against my cheek.

"Mom, will you help me with a research report on A Midsummer's Night's Dream some time later? My English teacher Mr. Worthington wants us to do a thorough background study of the play and how William Shakespeare came about writing it." I told her.

"Um…well, I would love to. Oh, I have a great idea! Why don't we ask Carlisle if we can read up on it in one of William Shakespeare's in the library in his office? I'm sure we can find something there."

I smiled. "That's actually great. Thanks."

"Anyway, I guess I'm going to leave you alone. Alice requires my presence. She apparently wants to try out her new talent. Facial Vamp Reconstruction Make-Up. She actually came up with the genius idea of being able to give all of us wrinkles and grey hairs so that we start looking the age we really are. Yay!" She said with a playful squeal and fist in the air.

I laughed, eyes widened. "Omigosh! Really? She can do that?"

She shrugged. "We're trying to see if it works on our vampire skin but I guess we'll hope for the best. Hopefully people will start believing I'm a mom to an eighteen year old daughter."

I chuckled.

As my mom bid me a smile before turning around and heading for the door, I snatched my backpack from the floor and pulled out my notebooks.

"Oh! Which reminds me." She paused, spinning around. "Carlisle wants to talk to you about something."

"Me?" I asked with a frown.

Why would Carlisle want to talk to me?

Whatever it is, it couldn't be good.

I sighed as I stared at my journal in my grasp. I paged through it, skimming my eyes over all the experiences I jotted down each day of my six and a half year existence. I smiled as I wrote about my first time ice-skating in my second year, or first hunting trip alone on my third year, or even when my aunt Rosalie and Jacob fought over who got to be my plus-one to a concert I wanted to go to. Some of the memories were cherished and others weren't particularly the pleasantest. But they were all memories after all.

I exhaled a breath as I got off the bed and unhurriedly sauntered my way to the bay window. I sat on the comfy window seat and gazed through the transparent glass, watching as the birds play in the woodlands as the fall breeze blew through the wilting leaves of the trees as the sunset arose.

Thoughts of what my dad and Jacob might be doing flooded my brain and those thoughts were anything but good.

"What is taking them so long?" I asked myself incredulously. "I really hope Jake's okay."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! The drama isn't over yet! Keep on the lookout for the next chapter any time soon.

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