BPOV

I don’t know what to do. This morning, Edward’s birthday, I was lying there with him when from what I understand, Jacob started thinking about (gulp) marriage to my one and only blood daughter. Now here we are sitting at the small wooden table in our gorgeous cottage kitchen staring at each other. Their faces were all different, I noticed, while nervously studying them. Edward’s right beside me as gorgeous and perfect as ever. Even that little worry line he got between his brows still got me. Jacob, though he hasn’t really aged a bit, sat there handsome as ever looking like a, very nervous, young man. And my little Renesmee, finally all grown up. She really did look like she stepped out of some fashion magazine. She was more beautiful than me, Alice, or even Rosalie with her long brown wavy hair that hung to her waist and her light-but-rosy complexion and big brown eyes that made her different from all of us. All that she looked was anxious and impatient to hear what I was going to have to say.

“Well…” Edward was encouraging me to say it as if this idea came out of my head. Okay, here goes…

“STOP! If you go one word further Bella-“

“Shut up if you know what is good for your sorry little-“ It all happened so fast that it took me a moment to realize why the heck both my husband and my soon-to-be son in law were on the floor wrestling. With Renesmee’s screeching, it took me even longer to remember what had just taken place; Jacob had apparently been thinking of some sort of attack that would get me to shut up, and Edward being Edward wouldn’t let me take care of myself.

“Get up!” Renesmee and I yelled at the same time. To my surprise, they stopped clawing at each other. Jacob was on the bottom at this exact second with nothing but a few scratches. Edward on the other hand was totally spotless.

“ Edward, Jacob, what the hell was that?” I demanded. They got up and brushed each other off.

“I am sorry love, but he was thinking about hurting you. He doesn’t want her to know. I mean really doesn’t.”