Hi...Well with so many Chapters already writen, couldn't wait for the Beta's to get back with this one!

So, now starts the self discovery between Renesmee and Jacob--next two chapter--she's meeting the humans, and that Burn, it's a coming...

Thanks to all who deserve a THANKS! And to Ms S. Meyer...Thanks for the introduction. You still own all of Twilight...I own this.

*The Jacob in this story, looks exactly as he does in New Moon- Just better hair. YUM - Taylor Lautner.

Life molded into a routine during the eight months that followed. They had decided that Jacob and I could not go to school; we'd have stuck out too much. Instead, we were home schooled. We'd choosen our own subjects and my family, were our teachers.

Somehow Jacob, now the family mechanic (and he had the certificates to prove it) had managed to get the Rabbit he had lovingly restored years ago, into the Cullen's massive, fully equipped ten-car garage. He would spend hours there, sometimes with Rosalie, tinkering with all the high-powered cars, particularly the Classic Chevy they were currently restoring to its original glory

I, on the other hand, found myself trailing Carlisle around the hospital learning about the human anatomy and medicine. Other weekdays, Dad or Mom, would cover the classics and some more current literature with me.

They both worked very hard to deliver new, enlightening material on most customary subjects, trying to keep my lessons appealing. I had a photographic memory, so I loathed going over topics twice.

Alice had taken to an Internet party-creation business, where she communicated online with her clients. She guided them on how to put together the perfect party via web cam. It was quite simple and successful. We worked together on writing the software, plus I was getting very adept at computer hacking, with Alice's instructions.

Not that money was an issue, particularly when the stock market ran on decisions and you could see the future, as Alice did, the rest is easy to figure out. Dad believed more in real estate being a good investment, but I preferred Alice's way, it held more of a gamble and intrigued me. This could've been my financial studies, but for some reason I don't believe it was in the education systems curriculum.

Jasper was working on his own theories, putting together some kind of personal guide to correct the recorded history of vampires, or something like that. I had not had a chance to talk with him yet, but he was waiting, as here was my history lesson. His life and writings included the civil war and many critical events in history. He was present through a lot of them, after all.

Rosalie and Emmett both went to the city to attend the University. They commuted back and forth. Dad owned an apartment closer to the main campus, which is where they stayed. My parent's wealth lay in real estate. Dad had a philosophy to purchase in locations we may need to use ourselves one day.

The whole family shared in my self-defense lessons. I had become a formidable opponent, although the main detail we worked on, was fighting as a family unit. Just in case, of what, I didn't want to know.

Jacob and I often hung out in his bungalow, today was no different. The rest of my family had gone to the mountains to hunt. One good thing about my human body was that I could go a week without drinking. I could only do this if I ate heaps of food. Some meals, I would even give Jacob a run for his money.

Seth and Leah had also gone to see their mother for the day, so it was just the two of us.

The warm, summer sunlight shone through the window. I was reading, lying on my back with my toes curling into the thick, black rug that was between the TV and the couch.

It was so quiet that I heard the pipes groan in protest as Jacob turned off the shower. Then his footsteps started heading towards his room. A moment later, he came loping down the hallway, dripping water off his hair over his shirtless chest.

Jacob grinned. "Know where there's a clean shirt, Nessie?" He waggled his eyebrows comically at me.

Retorting smartly I quipped back, "Could help if you washed the dirty towels occasionally." Rolling my eyes backward I could see him standing behind me, dripping. From the angle my eyes had I was peering upward, he only wore a pair of old shorts and I could see nearly all of him.

Wet, must have run out of towels as well. I noticed my tongue licking my lips on its own accord.

Mischief lit up Jacob's eyes, a wicked grin curling his lips. He took three steps of his long-striding gait towards me. Pretending to channel his inner canine, he crouched over me on all fours. Shaking his body like a dog, well a werewolf, water droplets landed all over me, soaking the light cotton top I wore.

Shrieking in mock horror, I dramatized slinking out of my soaked top, one arm at a time, peeling off the damp, clinging fabric.

As I removed my top, the vibe in the room altered, it became thick and charged. I lay underneath his near naked body, wearing only my black, slim strapped, singlet top and jeans. The black of the rug framed my creamy skin; while the afternoon sun caused my skin to sparkle, ever so slightly.

Jacob's long, tanned body balanced over me, muscles bulging from holding his own weight. His closeness excited my blood pressure and upset my breathing. Involuntarily, I took two deep breaths to steady my erratic heartbeat. Inhaling both lungs full of oxygen, my sensitive breasts rose, grazing his bare chest. Where my body had briefly touched his, continued to tingle long after our touch.

Jacob looked astounded by our bodies' reactions. Lovingly he cupped my face with his large, calloused palm, connecting us as we experienced the electric charge racing around our bodies together.

His lips parted slightly; eyes open in surprise from the intensity in our touch. His full, sweet lips slowly pulled into a happy smile.

We were so much more than we had ever been. Jacob's mind showed me he'd also felt the growth in us. We were now moving into a new chapter together, adulthood. He had always been in my life, now he was my life.

Leaning his head forward, Jacob's mouth nuzzled my parted lips tenderly. His soft lips nudging mine apart. He tentatively touched my teeth with the tip of his tongue, guiding open my mouth. His tongue flicked through, dancing with my own.

He slowly closed his mouth, drawing my bottom lip out with his own. Kisses trailed feather like, down my jaw line, then along my bare shoulder blade. Each kiss sending waves of shivers, up and down my spine.

My soul began to sing a new song for him.

Jacob dropped his hand from my face, gently trailing his fingers to where my top's flimsy strap sat on my shoulder, the same place his lips had last touched my skin. Hooking his finger under the strap, he slid it down my arm, exposing my rounded breasts. His sudden stillness had my eyes flashing open, he was…crying.

"You are so exquisite," he choked. "I love you so much. I want more but…we can't." It came out sounding rougher than I knew he would have intended, but I understood. I was feeling pretty out of control myself.

Jacob rolled sideways onto his back, lying next to me. As his body had flopped on the rug, a deep, regretful groan escaped from him. Reaching out for his hand, I interlaced our fingers. Neither of us spoke as we jointly replayed over what had just happened between us. We remained connected in silence. Honestly, this feeling of oneness was just as astounding.

His controlled voice broke the silence. "Ness, we have to be careful. I've been instructed by your family to keep anything like this, under control. They think an accident would be harmful to you, at least until you have done maturing." He sighed as he silently berated himself further. I could see he'd felt as if he'd lost control his other hand balling into a fist, opening and closing, pumping out his frustration.

Whispering more to himself than speaking to me, "I don't know what to do. There's no way that I'm going through the whole death-birth thing again." I felt his utter desolation when he acknowledged I could die. A large frown grew and he furrowed his brows so deeply that two deep vertical lines grew between them. He let my hand go, thinking privately to himself.

Abruptly he leaned his head on his hand, elbow bent up, facing me speaking gravely. "Don't get me wrong. I want kids, a whole slew of them, only when it is the right time. We must be careful, it cannot get to that. Not until you're ready anyway." I knew he was right and heaved myself-up to stand.

I could hear my family returning home from their hunt. The thought of what they'd been doing made my throat tingle annoyingly.

"Yeah. You're right. Like always, Jake." Turning my head, I flipped the words over my shoulder to him as I all but ran out the door. "I'm just going to catch up with the others."

I had to get out of the stuffy room; I could not stop thinking of his touch. I had to get some alone time, to think through the jumble bouncing around inside my head.

Pent up tension released with every jump, leap and bound. I ran haphazardly through the thickest forest, escaping the confusion tumbling about inside of me. Repeatedly, like a DVD on replay, I ran over what Jacob had said, what he had done to me with his lips.

After running for over an hour, a low rocky outcrop emerged from behind the trees. Climbing the protruding rock wall, a cave small enough for me to crawl into was near the top. The cold, stone floor was only just deep enough for me to be able to curl up. Unexpectedly exhausted, I slipped into a black void.

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A long, rust-brown muzzle nudged me to wake up. I looked up at Jacob's large dark, hazel-flecked black eyes, I knew him in any form. The huge wolf sat back on his hind legs, raising his enormous head to the sky, he howled loudly. Letting the others know he had found me.

I touched his jowl seeing the worry he had experienced when it had become dark, and I had not returned. He had tracked my scent and here he was, forever my protector.

He stood level to the rock shelf as I easily rolled onto his back. Securely my arms wrapped themselves familiarly around his large neck. I snuggled into his warm, soft fur holding on with my legs around his mid section. Jacob started bounding off in the direction of home. The soothing, rocking rhythm of his running lulled me back to sleep.

Foggily, I become aware of someone lifting me from his back. Dad was carrying me to my bed. He tucked me in, and then settled silently into the chunky, reading chair.

Distantly, I heard Mom in the kitchen talking to Jacob in hushed tones, he must have phased back once he'd returned me home. My ears strained, listening to what they were talking about so animatedly.

"I'm not sure why she ran off, Bella. I think all this maturing stuff is freaking her out. She sees herself as a woman now, not a child. Why do you think your dreams have been surfacing again, about the children?" My finely tuned hearing could hear Jacob talking to mom through the walls.

Bella was silent then her answer tumbled out. "The dream was always about Renesmee. I just didn't know what she looked like then. Whenever I dream it now, it is always her; the children even look like you both. Fate had paired the two of you, even way back then."

"Why this is happening? I've been thinking about this for years. I believe you imprinted with Renesmee when the wolf in you, perceived how compatible you both would be, and recognized the potential in your offspring. Think about it, Jacob, what possibilities!" Mom's voice trilled with awe. She'd always been dazzled by the magic of our unique universe.

Jacob declared steadfastly to Mom. "Doesn't matter if they are supermen, there's no way she's chancing it until she does her burn thing." Judging by his tone, he was cross at her.

Dad's angry sounding voice interrupted their whispers, "He has thought of their potential." I hadn't heard him leave my room, but I heard him now, chastising Jacob.

"He even has some names picked out, you get a mention here, Bella." Dad's words were a sarcastic snarl.

"Stay out of my head, Edward. It's none of your damn business what I think about. Stay out!" Jacob retorted back. Clenched teeth slightly muffled his words. I didn't need to strain to hear any more. They had both raised their voices to a soft roar.

Dad continued his tirade. "I've read the change in your imprint. It is evolving you know she's maturing. I know what you're thinking, I'm still a man." Dad voice was now a nasty hiss. I heard one of the heavy chairs thud to the floor as it fell backward then bare feet hitting the floor. Jacob must have stood up abruptly.

"Besides, my daughter is my business." Dad added.

"How dare you drag my love for Renesmee through the mud like that?" Jacob also sounded angry. "Yeah, so what? My body has noticed her changing. I can't help it. However, I can control it. There is no way in this world, I would do anything that might hurt her. Unlike you, vampire. You nearly killed them both. You should have known what danger you were putting Bella in, Ness too." Jacob stomped his bare foot angrily, he sounded so hostile.

Dad's chair scraped across the room as he stood in his heavy boots, responding to Jacob's taunt. A swishing of delicate feet moving swiftly wafted down to my room as I heard Mom, hastily put herself between them; her best friend and her husband.

"Jacob, Edward. We are all here because we want the best for Renesmee so both of you, sit down and talk rationally." Her musical tones calming them both.

I could hear them straighten the chairs. Cushions swooshed out air as they all sat back down on the puffy couch's chairs.

Jacob began after a loud, deep breathe. "I would die before letting anything happen to Ness and I have been pre-warned. How long is a year in our lifetime, right? What happens after that, happens. Meantime, it's a matter of supporting Ness. Making sure she gets through this OK!" Mom and Dad murmured in agreement. Their lowered voices mumbled a short while longer, to quietly for me to make out the words.

"I'm going home." Jacob sighed loud enough for me to hear.

Jacob's feet padded toward the door. A soft click echoing through to my ears when he'd closed it, leaving to go home.

I heard him pause at my window, listening. I kept statue still, my breathing steady. He commenced walking towards his bungalow again. He probably just went home to bed. I was so tired that finally I drowned in the blissful ignorance of sleep.

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