Okay shapter 10 is finally ready and chapter 11 is well on its way (I think toi will like chapter 11!) so keep looking for it!
aMBER/ tWILIGHTSAUCE

Everyone was on guard; I was still recovering from Nahul’s... I couldn’t think about it brought back the unpleasant memories.
I had been right about what Jacob and dad had been doing, Nahul was dead. There was however one consisting problem, the newborns. The strangest thing was that everyone went on as normal except that they whipped around at the slightest sound that could mean an intruder. It was funny, everyone was on guard but they all acted normal around me Kate and some others even came to talk to me about wedding plans. I knew what they did when I slept, they held meetings every night about what they were going to do, I knew this because I had woken last night to the sound of Garret growling loudly; luckily no one noticed that I was awake so I eavesdropped their conversation
“It won’t work, we need to give the Denali’s lessons in how to kill a vampire then when Alice sees where they are we go and attack.” Dad a dit in a headstrong voice.
“And we keep Nessie clear of the fight,” Rosalie added in a concerned tone, Rosalie was almost as protective of me as mum, dad and Jake. I didn’t mind, I actually felt sorry for Auntie Rose. She couldn’t have the one thing she truly craved, a human life.
There was a murmur of agreement from the sitting room. That was enough, I covered my ears and tried to think of ways to put myself in the fight; I couldn’t think for long as my eyelids started drooping and I lapsed into a deep slumber.

I awoke to a bright shining light and no beeping sound, I knew where I was. I was home, in the tiny château like cottage that mum had been donné par the rest of the Cullen’s for her un-aging nineteenth birthday. I breathed a smile as I looked around. My bedroom was the same as ever, the floor the colour of sand, the walls pale beige and my lit big white and fluffy, the rocking chair that grandpa had tried to make me was still suivant to the extremely large wardrobe -that Alice and I had spent laboriously filling- and my bedside table, my beautiful bedside table. My bedside table, tableau was my favourite item of furniture for one reason and one reason only. Jake had made it for me. I kept all of my special things on it, the photo of me, mum and dad, the photo of Jake with me as a baby, my jewellery box that Seth had made for my birthday which held my mum’s locket at night and finally it held a drawing of Jake and I. Jake had drawn it himself, he had donné it to me the jour before my sixteenth birthday. The jour before this mess started.
“Do toi want breakfast?” Jake a dit as he slipped silently into the room.
“Jake, what are toi doing here?” I asked my cœur, coeur fastening,
“Do toi want me to go?” Jake a dit sounding doubtful.
“No, of course not! I just wondered why toi are here so early,” I laughed, it was easy to laugh around the ones I loved, especially Jake.
“Um... Nessie I wouldn’t call this early, it two in the afternoon,” he chuckled freely, “and your mum and dad are in the sitting room and I wanted to see you, so here I am!” he a dit pointing to his head.
I leaned up to get in reach of his lips but I was pulled back par an unusual pain in my stomach.
“Hey lie back down,” he a dit gently pushing me back on to the oreiller and pressing his warm lips against mine with a smile.
“Hey, we should go and find mum and dad,” I giggled after about five minutes.
“Yeah I suppose your right.” He sighed in a resigned voice.
“I know I am right!” I trilled as I slowly sat up, being careful not to provoke the pain in my stomach. Jacob held my elbows warily as I staggered drunkenly towards the door.
“I’m fine, I can walk!” I exclaimed as I tripped over my feet, Jacob catching me before I hit the floor.
“Yeah, of course toi can Nessie,” Jacob muttered sarcastically as he lifted me up into his strong brown arms. I struggled for a minute but gave up as we made our way to the living room.
Jake set me down on one of the small chairs in the living room as he sat down par my feet; out of habit I wound my legs around his chest before looking up at mum and dad.
“Hey honey how are toi feeling?” mum asked, smiling”
“I feel fine, mum how did I get here?” I wondered, thinking about it for the first time.
“You had to have surgery on your stomach, and we thought that it would be better for toi if toi woke up in a place toi knew,” Dad a dit glancing at mum, who looked nervous.
I ignored this, trying to pass par on any disturbing information.
“I’m gonna get breakfast,” I a dit getting up slowly, “you want anything Jake?” I asked as I headed off to the cuisine that had once been a spare room.
“Nah, I ate lunch before I came,” he teased as he got up to help me.
When we were alone again in the cuisine I wrapped my arms around his neck and stretched up to Kiss him- it was kind of awkward with me only being five foot eight inches and Jacob being seven foot- he responded par holding my hips and lifting me onto the counter so I dint have to stretch as much. I had so much to do today; I wanted to go across the river to the main house and see the others and then I wanted to pop in to Emily and Sam’s house- I knew that the rest of the pack would be there- and finally I wanted to spend time with my close family, Jacob, mum and dad.
When I was showered and dressed, I ran with Jake to the big house, mum and dad were going to stay home; I didn’t even want to think about what they would get up too. As we stepped through the cuisine door Emmet was perched on the edge of the granite work surface with Rosalie, Alice and Jasper huddled around it.
“Hey, what are toi guys doing?”
“Oh salut guys!” Emmet chuckled while Jasper hastily folded away a large sheet of paper and tucked it into a high up cupboard. I brushed it away before it could bother me.
“Nessie,” Alice squealed bounding over to me, “I AM giving toi a manicure.” Alice stated matter of factly while Rosalie followed behind us.
“Where are the Denali clan?” I wondered out loud
“Oh they had to get back to Alaska; the wedding is in a week!” Alice beamed excitedly as she pulled a small bottle of a glistening silver nail polish out of her bag.
“We already have your dress fitted Nessie, toi are going to l’amour it,” Rosalie grinned brushing through my hair. And I knew that maybe everything would be okay, the wedding was something to look vers l'avant, vers l’avant too; and after that we would stand together to fight the newborns. I had hope.