Chapter 2: Viral Video

Nessie

I was still deep in sleep when I heard my beep. Natalie had sent me a text message. "We're up to two hundred million views now,"

All traces of sleepiness evaporated from my body. I had to check because Natalie was prone to over exaggerating often. She was right. That means the video jumped at least 50 million views overnight. It had been a week and a half already since we had made that video and posted it online. The popularity of that video had exploded beyond both of our wildest imaginations. The views were increasing by the day. By the hour even.

"Holy fuck" was my reply to her.

I jumped out of bed and went over to Beau's crib only to see that he was not in there. Michael must have him. My little brother had developed an irritating habit of taking my son out of his crib while I was dead asleep. I pounded on his door.

"Jesus Christ Nessie you almost gave me a heart attack," he complained as he opened the door.

"Well if you would just stop taking my son every morning I wouldn't need to pound on your door now would I?"

"Come on Nessie. We're just bonding. There is nothing wrong with a little uncle and nephew time. Besides, he loves watching cartoons with me,"

"And just what gives you that idea that he loves watching your silly little cartoons?"

"You should see how focused he is on the TV. It's weird,"

I had no counter argument to that. Last night I had put on The Lion King and my son's focus never left the TV. He seemed to be very invested in the story line. He also cried when Scar killed Mufasa. It was as if Beau truly understood what was going on. It sounded crazy since he was only three months old. The amount of awareness and focus he displayed alarmed even the doctors.

"Anyway you probably should take him. I think he made a mess in his diaper awhile ago,"

I gritted my teeth in anger "and you didn't think to wake me up so that I could change him so he's not sitting in his own waste?!"

"I'm sorry," my brother shrugged.

I picked up my baby from where my brother had left him laying on the bed. Beau smiled and giggled. The mess in his diaper was so bad that I felt that giving him a bath was in order even though I had just given him a bath last night. Beau didn't seem to mind. In fact he loved it. One of his favorite things to do was splash water in my face and then laugh. It didn't bother me much because it made him laugh. Unless soap got in my eyes.

I was rinsing him off when I noticed the crescent shaped mark between my right thumb and forefinger. Then I noticed a few more on my right hand. They were all the same. They were pale in comparison to the skin around it. In recent days Beau had decided that my right hand would be a good chew toy for his aching gums as he started teething. I was always left with a strong burning sensation afterwards but it usually went away pretty quickly. I had bought him a bunch of new teething toys as a result. But these scars were strange. Very strange. There was no way the burning or the scars could be my son's doing though. It was irrational to even think that. No it had to be a coincidence and there had to be some sort of other explanation.

I dried Beau and got him dressed for the day. I sat down on the couch and began to nurse him.

I decided that after I was done feeding Beau I'd head to McDonald's for breakfast. The place was pretty full when I arrived there. I was waiting for my food when he walked in. I had never seen this guy before but I swear to God every woman in the restaurant turned their heads to look at him. It was impossible not to notice this guy. He was very tall. Probably close to seven feet tall, extremely muscular, and wasn't wearing a shirt. He only had on a pair of shorts for clothing. It was not an unusual sight here in Florida to see men only wearing shorts here. After all, all you had to do was walk outside and you'd inhale water. But this guy was something else. He was beautiful and I wanted him right here, right now. I felt my underwear get wet. I had to take a deep breath. As soon as my food was ready I went to grab it off of the counter and went to sit down. I had just unwrapped my McGriddle when I heard a rough voice behind me "Can I sit with you?"

I turned around and met the gaze of the man that was continuing to make me extremely horny right now. My breath seemed to have gotten stuck in my throat. "I-uh-who are you?"

He smiled. "Oh I'm sorry. I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Jacob. I just arrived here last night from Alaska. You're that girl from the video aren't you? Renesmee is it?"

I blushed bright red. This wasn't the first time that someone had recognized me as that girl from the video and it was kind of embarrassing.

"Yeah that would be me," I answered. "But hey just call me Nessie. And yes, you can sit with me. With us, I mean. This little guy here is my son Beau,"

His face fell. "Oh, right, the baby. Your boyfriend is one very lucky guy,"

"Actually he-"

"My God it really is you-"

"What?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh, nothing, nevermind. I'm just really tired from the long trip,"

"Yeah you should probably get some rest then. I imagine it must have been a really long flight coming from Alaska and all that,"

"Yeah, anyway, I hope to see you around again,"

"Me too," I agreed a little too quickly. Jacob got up without saying another word and left. "Well that was strange wasn't it son? He didn't even eat,"

Beau babbled happily.

I finished my food and left. I saw Jacob standing outside with a phone pressed to his ear as I walked outside. "Bella it's her," I heard him say. There was a pause in the conversation as I assumed the person he was talking to asked him for more information on whatever it was that they were talking about. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. There is no mistaking her scent it's her,"

I tuned the rest of the conversation out as I buckled Beau in his car seat and left. When I got home my brother was just finishing up with washing the dishes. "Mom told me to tell you to call her as soon as you got back home. Oh and something in the mail came for you from Italy,"

"For me?"

"Yeah," he said as he tossed me the envelope. "From some city called Volterra,"

I was awed by the elegant V shaped crest on the envelope. I ripped a piece of it off and gave myself a papercut. "Fuck," I dropped the envelope. Bailey grabbed the envelope and ripped it to pieces before either I or Michael could get it from him. "Oh well. It was probably just some stupid advertisement for a vacation or something. I'm sure it wasn't important,"

"Actually it looks like it might have been a letter of sorts. Oh well,"

"Yeah, like I said, not important. We don't know anyone from Italy,"

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