A/N- So, I wrote this at 3AM this morning, after I read all of Breaking Dawn in a little over 7 hours. All that to say: this fic is probably crap. But I kinda like writing from Jacob's perspective, so I spun out a little drabble. Anyway...hope you like it! Oh, and I'm a sucker for reviews! Thanks! -C.A.

Twisted Irony

By Childhood Aspirations

Disclaimer: I do not own Breaking Dawn, any of the previous books, or the characters... They belong to genius in the form of Stephenie Meyer.

"My Jacob," she cooed, pressing her small palm to my cheek. It sounds kinda girly, but a part of me always turns soupy inside whenever she smiles at me, or touches my face, or calls my name.

Oh, the inexplicable mysteries of imprinting. Had it only been a few months ago that I pitied Quil for his uncontrolled, unwavering devotion to Claire? The irony. I was just as hopelessly bound as he was, as Embry, Paul, and Sam were. And others, by now.

"You're mine," Nessie said firmly, reiterating her claim on me. Then giggled sweetly, darting out of my arms and inviting a game of tag. Not that I mind the claim or the tag. As hard as it had been to imagine life without love for Bella, I'm living it, all wrapped up in my desire for Bella's daughter to be safe and happy. And if I'm going to mention irony, that was another huge chunk of it right there. It wasn't just a normal little girl that I'd imprinted; it was a half-vampire, half-human, daughter-of-the-girl-I-used-to-love-but-am-now-just-best-friends-with.

That….is called Life biting you in the ass and running away with a snicker.

Again. Not that I mind.

Sometimes it amazes me how little it takes for me to be content these days. My world revolves around one little girl, with her large, liquid chocolate eyes and long, auburn ringlets. I'm a sap. What can I say?

Someday, as I've seen with my former pack members, my desire to make Nessie happy will evolve to include love. Eternal, unbreakable, and all that crap. I'm not the romantic type. I leave that genre to Edward, and if the way he and Bella carry on is any indication, he's pretty damn good at being romantic.

…You don't have to read any further into that than the surface. Sexual innuendo is Emmett's thing. Of course I'm happy for Bella and Edward now. They're just-

-Mushy. Very mushy.

But who knows? Who am I to judge? In a few years, it's a distinct possibility that I'll be trying to charm their daughter in a similar fashion. Don't tell them I entertained that thought though, or Bella will bite my head off and let Edward beat me to a pulp. Young parents can be so protective.

And no, there's nothing perverted about it. It's a fact of life.

As I hold this girl in my arms at this very moment, and marvel over the fact that she's slightly different than she was yesterday, I know matter-of-factly that we're going to be together for a very, very long time. And I'm always going to be here for her, with her.

I was going to say for forever, but that's just too damn cliché.