Disc.: Creation is divine, manipulation is mine. I did not create, only manipulate, what is not rightfully mine.


Chapter One

Edward and Bella looked at the two of them, not blinking. Jacob and Nessie had their hands twisted around each other's, not wanting to release for fear for the other. Nessie was trembling in her boyfriend's hands, unable to look at her parents. Edward had been floored when they thought of what the two kids had to say, but he still made them say the words aloud. Aloud, he couldn't pretend that they weren't real.

"Are you sure?" Bella whispered. Shock was frozen on her face as she looked at her daughter. She was technically only eight; though already well beyond full grown. Like Bella, she was an immortal teenager, or nearly so.

"Fairly sure, Momma," Nessie whispered back as he heart raced. She looked scared. Edward snarled at Jacob.

"Damn you, Jacob," he said. "You should have told her no. I don't care about not denying her every ridiculous whim she may have. You should have told her no."

"I'm sorry," Jacob said darkly.

"We need to talk to Carlisle," Bella said. "I doubt this has ever happened."

"Yeah," Edward agreed, glaring at Jacob some more. Jacob slouched down more on the small sofa that he nearly took up most of. Nessie squeezed his hand.

"To the big house?" Bella asked. Edward nodded and the four adults headed out. Edward and Bella were the quickest, making it to the house first. Jacob was next quickest, but he headed to the house at Nessie's pace. He didn't seem to want to get there too quickly, since he could have easily carried Nessie there in his arms or on his back.

"I knew I should have told you 'no'," Jacob told her as he held her hand. They both laughed, nerves breaking their somber mood.

"Like you could ever tell me 'no', Jacob Black," Nessie told him. He laughed again, the barking sound echoing over the forest.

"Your parents want to kill me," Jacob said suddenly as the somber mood returned.

"Please, Jake," Nessie said as she patted his cheek. She rolled her eyes. "They knew we were going to get married eventually. We just need to pick up the pace. A lot."