Thanks so much for reading and reviewing! I am so thankful to you. Here's an extra long teaser:

I hid myself in the other room, getting away from everyone because I didn't want to be social. I was only here at my mom's request.

"Jacob should be here with Billy at any moment." I heard my grandfather say to my mom and dad as I took a big swallow of the water I had just poured.

I choked mid-gulp, and water squirted out of my mouth. I was glad to be in the other room, out of the site from the others. This couldn't be the same Jacob, could it?

"Good. Maybe he'll actually talk to me," my mom said.

"I'm pretty sure he still hates me. The way he looked at me at the wedding before he left was a little scary." I heard my father say.

"I don't know about that boy sometimes," Charlie interjected, "but he's our Jake. He's done well with his life. He's just has had a rough time finding a girl and staying with her."

"I guess a kiss from you can ruin a guy for life, huh, Bella?" my father joked.

"Edward! That's not true. I did kiss Jacob, but it was a long time ago. I'm not that good."

I stopped wiping up the mess of water I had made all over the kitchen. She was kidding, right? This wasn't the same Jacob, and he surely didn't kiss my mom. Did he?

"I beg to differ, Love." My father's smooth voice rolled off his tongue, and I was sure he was kissing my mother at that moment.

I took a couple of steps from the kitchen towards the living room, not sure I was hearing correctly. I saw my dad pulling away from Mom's lips.

"He was madly in love with you back then. I have a feeling he still is." My father's words slowly began to sink in, and I soon began shaking uncontrollably. I tried to convince myself that the conversation I had just heard really didn't happen, but it had. I knew better. There was only one Jacob that was the topic of their conversation.

It was my Jacob, too.

The room suddenly felt like the air had been sucked out of it, and my chest hurt, trying to catch my breath.

"Are you okay, Renesmee," my mother asked, becoming aware of my presence at the edge of the living room.

"I-I...I need air. I'll be back." I somehow managed to say, bolting for the door as quickly as I could, angered by her but still thankful for her shield. My father didn't need to know of my anguish.

Things had gone from bad to worse. My first time was with someone who was in love with my mom.

Thank you!  I have a soft spot for Charlie.  I don't want to hurt him too much.  :-)