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"Black? As in, Jacob Black?" Renee said.
"Yes," I said nervously, not sure how it mattered.
Renee blinked and said, "Oh."

* * *

Half an hour later, Jacob and I were showing Renee our honeymoon pictures. She was so warm and accepting. I felt like I already knew everything about her.

Jacob had "magically" produced photo albums filled with copies of EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN PICTURE EVER TAKEN OF ME. None with my mom, though.

Renee cooed over how "absolutely adorable" I had been. Jacob told her she could have them.

"You probably want to see the pictures I have of Bella," Renee said quietly.

I'd seen pictures of my mom as a human before, but this astounded me. Her skin had been pale even then, but it had been so pretty in the sun. Almost translucent.

We had to leave eventually, and as we boarded yet another airoplane, I felt my stomach turn. I was not looking forward to this. Not. One. Bit.

I tried to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw the pale, heart-shaped face of my grandmother. Her eyes pleaded me to stay, but I couldn't. With a sigh, I resigned myself to a sleepless flight.

I blinked awake, then was astonished. I had slept. Dreamlessly, but peacefully. I realised just how tired I had been. Jacob was sleeping, too, all the other passengers were. His forearm, always the same temperature as my skin, held me around my waist. My head was rested on his shoulder.

I liked the peace of the moment. It was almost complete. I didn't know how it seemeed that way, maybe I just really missed my family. I smiled, and closed my eyes again. I would be seeing my family again soon.

Dad had said something about a camping trip while we were away, I couldn't wait to hear about it.

I imagined that can't have gone down well with Rosalie.