I'm so sorry, Seth. I should have been closer."Edward was still apologizing, and I didn't think that was either fair or appropriate. After all, Edwardhadn't completely and inexcusably lost control of his temper. Edward hadn't tried to rip Jacob's head off—Jacob, who wouldn't even phase to protect himself—and then accidentally broken Seth's shoulder andcollarbone when he jumped in between. Edward hadn't almost killed his best friend.

　　Not that the best friend didn't have a few things to answer for, but, obviously, nothing Jacob had donecould have mitigated my behavior.

　　So shouldn't / have been the one apologizing? I tried again.

　　"Seth, I—""Don't worry about it, Bella, I'm totally fine," Seth said at the same time that Edward said, "Bella, love,no one is judging you. You're doing so well."They hadn't let me finish a sentence yet.

　　It only made it worse that Edward was having a difficult time keeping the smile off his face. I knew thatJacob didn't deserve my overreaction, but Edward seemed to find something satisfying in it. Maybe hewas just wishing that he had the excuse of being a newborn so that he could do something physical abouthis irritation with Jacob, too.

　　I tried to erase the anger from my system entirely, but it was hard, knowing that Jacob was outside withRenesmee right now. Keeping her safe from me, the crazed newborn.

　　Carlisle secured another piece of the brace to Seth's arm, and Seth winced.

　　"Sorry, sorry!" I mumbled, knowing I'd never get a fully articulated apology out.

　　"Don't freak, Bella," Seth said, patting my knee with his good hand while Edward rubbed my arm fromthe other side.

　　Seth seemed to feel no aversion to having me sit beside him on the sofa as Carlisle treated him. "I'll beback to normal in half an hour," he continued, still patting my knee as if oblivious to the cold, hard textureof it. "Anyone would have done the same, what with Jake and Ness—" He broke off mid-word andchanged the subject quickly. "I mean, at least you didn't bite me or anything. That would've sucked."I buried my face in my hands and shuddered at the thought, at the very real possibility. It could havehappened so easily. And werewolves didn't react to vampire venom the same way humans did, they'dtold me only now. It was poison to them.

　　"I'm a bad person.""Of course you aren't. I should have—," Edward started.

　　"Stop that," I sighed. I didn't want him taking the blame for this the way he always took everything onhimself.

　　"Lucky thing Ness—Renesmee's not venomous," Seth said after a second of awkward silence. '"Causeshe bites Jake all the time."My hands dropped. "She does?""Sure. Whenever he and Rose don't get dinner in her mouth fast enough. Rose thinks it's prettyhilarious."I stared at him, shocked, and also feeling guilty, because I had to admit that this pleased me a teensy bitin a petulant way.

　　Of course, I already knew that Renesmee wasn't venomous. I was the first person she'd bitten. I didn'tmake this observation aloud, as I was feigning memory loss on those recent events.

　　"Well, Seth," Carlisle said, straightening up and stepping away from us. "I think that's as much as I cando. Try to not move for, oh, a few hours, I guess." Carlisle chuckled. "I wish treating humans were thisinstantaneously gratifying." He rested his hand for a moment on Seth's black hair. "Stay still," he ordered,and then he disappeared upstairs. I heard his office door close, and I wondered if they'd alreadyremoved the evidence of my time there.

　　"I can probably manage sitting still for a while," Seth agreed after Carlisle was already gone, and then heyawned hugely. Carefully, making sure not to tweak his shoulder, Seth leaned his head against the sofa'sback and closed his eyes. Seconds later, his mouth fell slack.

　　I frowned at his peaceful face for another minute. Like Jacob, Seth seemed to have the gift of fallingasleep at will. Knowing I wouldn't be able to apologize again for a while, I got up; the motion didn't jostlethe couch in the slightest. Everything physical was so easy. But the rest...

　　Edward followed me to the back windows and took my hand.

　　Leah was pacing along the river, stopping every now and then to look at the house. It was easy to tellwhen she was looking for her brother and when she was looking for me. She alternated between anxiousglances and murderous glares.

　　I could hear Jacob and Rosalie outside on the front steps bickering quietly over whose turn it was tofeed Renesmee. Their relationship was as antagonistic as ever; the only thing they agreed on now wasthat I should be kept away from my baby until I was one hundred percent recovered from my tempertantrum. Edward had disputedtheir verdict, but I'd let it go. I wanted to be sure, too. I was worried, though, that my one hundredpercent sure and their one hundred percent sure might be very different things.

　　Other than their squabbling, Seth's slow breathing, and Leah's annoyed panting, it was very quiet.

　　Emmett, Alice, and Esme were hunting. Jasper had stayed behind to watch me. He stood unobtrusivelybehind the newel post now, trying not to be obnoxious about it.

　　I took advantage of the calm to think of all the things Edward and Seth had told me while Carlislesplinted Seth's arm. I'd missed a whole lot while I was burning, and this was the first real chance to catchup.

　　The main thing was the end of the feud with Sam's pack—which was why the others felt safe to comeand go as they pleased again. The truce was stronger than ever. Or more binding, depending on yourviewpoint, I imagined.

　　Binding, because the most absolute of all the pack's laws was that no wolf ever kill the object of anotherwolfs imprinting. The pain of such a thing would be intolerable for the whole pack. The fault, whetherintended or accidental, could not be forgiven; the wolves involved would fight to the death—there was noother option. It had happened long ago, Seth told me, but only accidentally. No wolf would everintentionally destroy a brother that way.

　　So Renesmee was untouchable because of the way Jacob now felt about her. I tried to concentrate onthe relief of this fact rather than the chagrin, but it wasn't easy. My mind had enough room to feel bothemotions intensely at the same time.

　　And Sam couldn't get mad about my transformation, either, because Jacob—speaking as the rightfulAlpha—had allowed it. It rankled to realize over and over again how much I owed Jacob when I justwanted to be mad at him.

　　I deliberately redirected my thoughts in order to control my emotions. I considered another interestingphenomenon; though the silence between the separate packs continued, Jacob and Sam had discoveredthat Alphas could speak to each other while in their wolf form. It wasn't the same as before; they couldn'thear every thought the way they had prior to the split. It was more like speaking aloud, Seth had said.

　　Sam could only hear the thoughts Jacob wanted to share, and vice versa. They found they couldcommunicate over distance, too, now that they were talking to each other again.

　　They hadn't found all this out until Jacob had gone alone—over Seth's and Leah's objections—to explainto Sam about Renesmee; it was the only time he'd left Renesmee since first laying eyes on her.

　　Once Sam had understood how absolutely everything had changed, he'd come back with Jacob to talkto Carlisle. They'd spoken in human form (Edward had refused to leave my side to translate), and thetreaty had been renewed. The friendly feeling of the relationship, however, might never be the same.

　　One big worry down.

　　But there was another that, though not as physically dangerous as an angry wolf pack, still seemed moreurgent to me.

　　Charlie.

　　He'd spoken to Esme earlier this morning, but that hadn't kept him from calling again, twice, just a fewminutesago while Carlisle treated Seth. Carlisle and Edward had let the phone ring.

　　What would be the right thing to tell him? Were the Cullens right? Was telling him that I'd died the best,the kindest way? Would I be able to lie still in a coffin while he and my mother cried over me?

　　tt didn't seem right to me. But putting Charlie or Renee in danger of the Volturi's obsession with secrecywas clearly out of the question.

　　There was still my idea—let Charlie see me, when I was ready for that, and let him make his own wrongassumptions. Technically, the vampire rules would remain unbroken. Wouldn't it be better for Charlie ifhe knew that I was alive—sort of—and happy? Even if I was strange and different and probablyfrighteningtohim?

　　My eyes, in particular, were much too frightening right now. How long before my self-control and myeye color were ready for Charlie?

　　"What's the matter, Bella?" Jasper asked quietly, reading my growing tension. "No one is angry withyou"—alow snarl from the riverside contradicted him, but he ignored it—"or even surprised, really. Well,I suppose we are surprised. Surprised that you were able to snap out of it so quickly. You did well.

　　Better than anyone expects of you."While he was speaking, the room became very calm. Seth's breathing slipped into a low snore. Ifeltmore peaceful, but I didn't forget my anxieties.

　　"I was thinking about Charlie, actually."Out front, the bickering cut off.

　　"Ah," Jasper murmured.

　　"We really have to leave, don't we?" I asked. "For a while, at the very least. Pretend we're in Atlanta orsomething."I could feel Edward's gaze locked on my face, but I looked at Jasper. He was the one who answeredme in a grave tone.

　　"Yes. It's the only way to protect your father."I brooded for a moment. "I'm going to miss him so much. I'll miss everyone here."Jacob,I thought, despite myself. Though that yearning was both vanished and defined—and I was vastlyrelieved that it was—he was still my friend. Someone who knew the real me and accepted her. Even as amonster.

　　I thought about what Jacob had said, pleading with me before I'd attacked him. You said we belongedin each other's lives, right? That we were family. You said that was how you and I were supposedto be. So... now we are. It's what you wanted.

　　But it didn't feel like how I'd wanted it. Not exactly. I remembered further back, to the fuzzy, weakmemories of my human life. Back to the very hardest part to remember—the time without Edward, atime so dark I'd tried to bury it in my head. I couldn't get the words exactly right; I only rememberedwishing that Jacob were my brother so that we could love each other without any confusion or pain.

　　Family. But I'd never factored a daughter into the equation.

　　I remembered a little later—one of the many times that I'd told Jacob goodbye—wondering aloud whohe would end up with, who would make his life right after what I'd done to it. I had said something abouthow whoever she was,she wouldn't be good enough for him.

　　I snorted, and Edward raised one eyebrow questioningly. I just shook my head at him.

　　But as much as I might miss my friend, I knew there was a bigger problem. Had Sam or Jared or Quilever gone a whole day without seeing the objects of their fixations, Emily, Kim, and Claire? Could they?

　　What would the separation from Renesmee do to Jacob? Would it cause him pain?

　　There was still enough petty ire in my system to make me glad, not for his pain, but for the idea of havingRenesmee away from him. How was I supposed to deal with having her belong to Jacob when she onlybarely seemed to belong to me?

　　The sound of movement on the front porch interrupted my thoughts. I heard them get up, and then theywere through the door. At exactly the same time, Carlisle came down the stairs with his hands full of oddthings—a measuring tape, a scale. Jasper darted to my side. As if there was some signal I'd missed, evenLeah sat down outside and stared through the window with an expression like she was expectingsomething that was both familiar and also totally uninteresting.

　　"Must be six," Edward said.

　　"So?" I asked, my eyes locked on Rosalie, Jacob, and Renesmee. They stood in the doorway,Renesmee in Rosalie's arms. Rose looked wary. Jacob looked troubled. Renesmee looked beautiful andimpatient.

　　"Time to measure Ness—er, Renesmee," Carlisle explained.

　　"Oh. You do this every day?""Four times a day," Carlisle corrected absently as he motioned the others toward the couch. I thought Isaw Renesmee sigh.

　　"Four times? Every day? Why?""She's still growing quickly," Edward murmured to me, his voice quiet and strained. He squeezed myhand, and his other arm wrapped securely around my waist, almost as if he needed the support.

　　I couldn't take my eyes off Renesmee to check his expression.

　　She looked perfect, absolutely healthy. Her skin glowed like backlit alabaster; the color in her cheekswas rose petals against it. There couldn't be anything wrong with such radiant beauty. Surely there couldbe nothing more dangerous in her life than her mother. Could there?

　　The difference between the child I'd given birth to and the one I'd met again an hour ago would havebeen obvious to anyone. The difference between Renesmee an hour ago and Renesmee now was subtler.

　　Human eyes never would have detected it. But it was there.

　　Her body was slightly longer. Just a little bit slimmer. Her face wasn't quite as round; it was more oval byone minute degree. Her ringlets hung a sixteenth of an inch lower down her shoulders. She stretched outhelpfully in Rosalie's arms while Carlisle ran the tape measure down the length of her and then used it tocircle her head. He took no notes; perfect recall.

　　I was aware that Jacob's arms were crossed as tightly over his chest as Edward's arms were lockedaroundme. His heavy brows were mashed together into one line over his deep-set eyes.

　　She had matured from a single cell to a normal-sized baby in the course of a few weeks. She lookedwell on her way to being a toddler just days after her birth. If this rate of growth held...

　　My vampire mind had no trouble with the math.

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