The walk to Jacob's house was long. Why Jacob hadn't moved in with Renesmee yet, Leah didn't know, and she didn't want to. Jacob busied himself with the key while Leah stood there, suddenly feeling very awkward. She had no idea how Billy was going to take this.

Jacob opened the door. "Dad?" He called. Leah followed him into the house. They found Billy in the television room, a game on.

"Hey dad," Jacob greeted, walking over and sitting on the couch. Leah followed.

"Hi Billy," she said, smiling. Billy's stare let her know he knew already. Jacob evidently saw it too, because he said,

"Dad… we have something to tell you… I'm sure you already know."

Billy turned to his son. "I'm sure I have no idea what you mean, Jake," he said. Jacob turned to Leah. She urged him on with her eyes. Billy clearly wanted to hear it from his son.

"Dad… you see, Leah… she's… well…"

Billy turned to Leah, eyes dancing. "You better tell me, girl, else we'll be here all day long."

She grinned. "Your bonehead son knocked me up."

Billy shook his head. "You could've done so much better, Leah."

She laughed. "Don't I know it."

Jacob slouched, moping.

"Sit up straight, boy. And offer a drink- she has your bastard child to look after now."

Leah laughed even harder at that. Why hadn't she told Billy first? It would have been so much easier.

Jacob brought her in a glass of orange juice. She took it from him gratefully, smiling up at him. He grinned back, and she thought, maybe we'll get through this, after all.

"So Leah, what are you going to do now?" Billy asked her. She looked down at her juice, running her pinkie along the rim of the cup.

"I don't know," she answered truthfully. Billy nodded.

"Perfectly understandable. Now, if you need any help, I'm completely useless, so don't come running to me. That's what mothers are for."

Leah grinned. She spent the rest of that afternoon with him, laughing harder then she'd laughed in a while.

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