He spit the tiny mashed up pink mass into his hand.

“It has to be chewed up in order for the baby bird to be able to eat it.” he said, picking up pieces of the mush and hovering it over the small bird's open beak.

“Wait, won't the venom affect it? Since you have venom in your mouth and all.” I asked, confused and now worried for the bird's health.

“There's not enough in there to cause any problems for the bird. I dried out my mouth before I chewed the worm.” he said, as if it was the obvious explanation.

I just shuddered and walked over to the den next to the kitchen, to use the computer. I needed to check if any stores were open for us to go get bird seed.

While I was browsing the names of stores I knew in Forks and the immediately surrounding areas, the phone rang in the kitchen.

“Got it.” I heard Carlisle faintly yell out.

I heard hushed tones and a loud “Congratulations!” after a while, so I decided to see what was going on.

“What was that about?” I asked.

“Seems the Denali clan will be hearing some wedding bells soon.” Carlisle said with a smile.

“Kate and Garrett decided to have a small wedding. They invited us since we technically got them together. She wants you—Bella—as a kind of secondary Maid of Honor.” Edward explained.

“Why me?” I asked.

“Because without you, specifically, they would have never met and they were glad to finally have the chance to stick up to the Volturi. They want Renesmee as the flower girl and they even said dog bo—I mean, Jacob, over here could come, as well.” he said.

“Hey, I resent that.” Jacob huffed.

“Well, I resent you picking my daughter to imprint on.” Edward shot back quickly.

Jacob just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. A small smile suddenly crept across his face, and soon Edward mirrored his expression. I did not like where this was going.

“Y'know. Speaking of bells, do you perhaps remember a certain performance for Christmas a few years back, Bella? Back in elementary school?” Jacob asked, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

“Which one? Our school made us—oh…that one. Jacob Black, I swear you will not live to see the new year if you bring it up.” I threatened, feeling empowered by my newborn strength.