HELLO EVERYONE, I'M SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO COME UP WITH ANOTHER STORY, GETTING THE FLU, SCHOOL, ART AND LIFE JUST DIDN'T REALLY LEAVE ME ANY TIME TO WRITE, PLUS THE HUGE WRITERS BLOCK MAY HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT LOL. THANK YOU SOO MUCH TO nickiecullenforlife FOR ENCOURAGING ME TO WRITE THIS LOL ANYWAY, THIS CONTAINS SPANKING IRONICLLY ENOUGH. IF YOU DON'T LIKE DON'T READ. ALSO HUGE THANKS GOES TO MY BETA ICUL8ER!

Jacob's POV

"Jake, come on!" Nessie ordered, tugging on my hand impatiently. I chuckled at her enthusiasm and unbuckled my seatbelt, sliding out of the car.

"It's only a bookstore you know." I reminded her with a smile as she tightly griped my hand, skipping toward the large building. "When I was your age I spent my time playing, not reading books." I murmured under my breath grimly, no doubt now I would have to spend the next four hours buried under a stack of book instead of going to the playground or the beach, which was what I had suggested that we do in the first place. But Renesmee had decided that she wanted to spend her Saturday at the bookstore and who was I to disagree? After all, I would literally do anything to make Nessie happy and if that meant going to Barnes and Noble, then I would do it with a smile.

As we entered the store, Renesmee walked past the kids section and headed straight for the young adult displays, snatching a thick volume off a shelf as she inspected the back cover.

Staring at Nessie I had to stifle a laugh. Technically she was only two years old and so she shouldn't have been able to even comprehend the words in the book, let alone read it. But she was special. It was only fitting that the mind reader and shield's daughter would turn out to be every ounce as much of a freak as they were.

My little Loch Ness monster was truly an amazing child. Her gift aside, she was one of the smartest, most caring kid that I had ever known; completely different from the all other little brats that lived over on the Rez.

Truth to be told, I had never been the most patient guy with kids. They were either crying or whining about how unfair it was that they hadn't gotten there way about something or another, or they were throwing some terrible temper tantrum. The screaming that came out of their mouths was enough to make my ears bleed. I often found myself inwardly swearing that I would never have anything to do with kids. I was never going to have them, babysit them, or watch over them. My promise however, was short lived; promptly dissolving when Renesmee came along.

Many times I found myself fighting tooth and nail with the blonde just so she would let me into the house to see Nessie. But nothing could compare to the smile that always danced across Renesmee's face whenever she saw me. Nothing in the world could have made me happier than just being in her presence.

"Let's go and find somewhere to sit." Renesmee suggested, her arms overflowing with books. I quickly relieved her of the load, not wanting for her to strain herself, carrying so much weight.

She giggled, watching as I staggered as she placed the pile of novels in my hands. My arms immediately sank to the floor; the weight of the books was like an anchor.

"Oh stop exaggerating, Jake; they're really not that heavy." Nessie replied, striding off to the cafe section, leaving me in her dust. I murmured a sour response under my breath before trudging off after her.

By the time I caught up with her I was gasping for breath, I hastily unloaded the numerous books on a tabletop, surprised that my arms were still intact. I plopped down into the chair and sighed, wow I was out of shape.

"Next time we come to the bookstore, remind me to bring a wheelbarrow." I said with a sardonic expression, once I had caught my breath. Surprisingly Nessie said nothing to my sarcastic remark; I looked up to ask her a question, but then stopped seeing that she was buried deeply in a book.

I didn't want to disturb her and so I quietly drummed my fingers across the table, already bored. The books here held no interest for me. In school I hardly ever read the assigned book in school, why the hell would I want to read one for fun?

Minutes passed by and I became nearly insane with boredom. I asked Nessie to stay put while I ran over to the magazine section. I doubted that she heard me, too engrossed with her book to pay attention.

Looking over at the array of sports magazines, I skimmed through a few of them before finding an article that caught my eye. When I returned to the table Renesmee looked up at me, a disappointed expression on her face. "That isn't a book." She replied with distaste. "A magazine is just like a children's picture book, but for grownups."

"Hey, the pictures in magazines help give you a visual aid, unlike books without pictures. In novels the authors are lazy; they just leave it up to you to imagine the place, instead of drawing a simple picture of what it looks like." I responded.

"If the books you read had some pictures in them I'm sure that more people would read them." I debated, a bit smug.

"Then why is my book a best seller then?" Renesmee asked a smirk on her face as she held up the cover for me to see. I scowled and said nothing, still convinced that my logic was right. I closed the magazine, no longer interested in reading it.

"Do you want me to get you something to eat?" I asked, as the growling in my stomach was the only thought that was on my mind. Nessie smiled and said a cookie and some hot chocolate, and then asked. "Do you want me to draw you a picture of it? You know, so you can know what it looks like?"

"Ha ha." I retorted, scowling as I made my way over to the barista.

Once there, I mulled over my snack choices until I finally decided on a brownie. After I was given it I stuffed a huge chunk of the pastry into my mouth before turning to pay for Nessie's snack as well.

"Here you go."

"Thanks." Renesmee replied as I handed her the mug of hot chocolate and her cookie. She sipped it slowly, never taking her gaze off of the book.

"You know..." I stated cautiously. "If you want I can buy the books for you." I suggested, satisfied when she finally tore her gaze away from it to smile up at me. "Really? Thank you Jake!" I laughed and told her that it was no big deal as I scooped up the truckload of books into my arms once yet again as I headed on over to the checkout stand.

Nessie trailed after me, nearly ecstatic with her soon to be purchases. She was informing me what the books were about. Some kind of love triangle between these three characters Jared, Melanie, and Ian. It seemed way too complicated for me to understand and so I drowned off, only to be awakened with alarm as I saw the total of how much the books costs.

I slowly pulled out my credit card, wincing as I swiped it knowing that it was only for emergencies. I had no idea how I was going to explain that books from Banes and Noble were for a definite emergency.

"Yay, thank you so much, Jake!" Nessie squealed once I handed her the bags.

We made our way over to the exit of the store but then Nessie stopped me. "Ooh Jake look at this!" She exclaimed, already preoccupied as she flipped through yet another book.

"Nessie, we have to go. Your mom wants you home by seven and I really can't_"

"But look." She persisted, showing me the pages enthusiastically. "It's like the music notes that Daddy writes." Renesmee had obviously had never seen sheet music before. Edward had tried to teach her to play the piano once but she became frustrated with the different keys and so had given up.

I had no idea why she had a particular interest in it now.

"Yeah, it's called sheet music. I'm sure Edward can show you how to play the piano when we get home." I grasped her hand, heading towards the door but was surprised when she didn't budge.

"I want this." Nessie stated whiningly. "Can you get it for me? Please Jake?" She asked, staring at me with a pitiful expression on her face as she gazed longingly at the sheet music.

"No, Nessie." I replied. "I just brought you a ton of other books. Why is this one any different? Now come on I really don't have time for this, your family is going to kill me if you're not home on time. Let's go." I stated firmly.

"But Jake_"

"No, Renesmee, I don't want to hear it. Now put the book down and get in the car." I snapped.

A second later I instantly regretted those words as I watched as her lip began to quiver and tears started to form in her eyes.

Damn it! I cursed; I freaking made her cry!

I opened my mouth to apologize, but then Nessie surprised me as she sucked in a sharp breath and screamed.

Oh God, please, please no, please let this not be happening. I prayed, as I stared in disbelief at Nessie, who was kicking and throwing her fists down at the ground, screaming a bloodcurdling shriek. I tried to ignore the dozens of stares the customers gave me; going deep red crimson.

"Nessie, stop it." I begged. Not knowing what to do with the toddler. This had been the first time something like this had ever happened and I was at a complete loss of what to do.

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen, stop throwing this temper tantrum right now!" I yelled, picking her up and setting her back on her feet. She sniffled and wiped hastily at her face. "Go and put that book right back where you go it." I ordered, watching as she sluggishly complied.

"I'm really sorry." I murmured to the staff and bystanders who had just witnessed her bratty behavior.

I quickly grabbed Nessie's hand and strode out the door, only to be stopped by a loud deafening alarm system. "Excuse me, sir, could you step aside for a moment?" One of the employers asked. I groaned and did as I was told, hoping that this would just get things done faster seeing as I was already pressed for time.

"Can I go now?" I yelled, as he unnecessarily searched through our bags. I sighed as they continued on with the search; this was all just a huge waste of time.

"Not unless you can explain how this ended up in your bag." He replied, pulling out a book labeled sheet music.

AND SO THAT'S THE END OF CHAPTER ONE, AH RENESMEE IS QUITE THE LITTLE SNEAK ISN'T SHE? OH YEAH AND THE LOVE TRIANGLE BOOK THAT NESSIE GOT IS CALLED 'THE HOST' STEPHINE MEYER WROTE IT AND IT IS AWESOME, YOU GUYS SHOULD SERIOUSLY CHECK IT OUT UM ANYWAY PLZ REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK