A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

You’re forgiven. She’s feeling much better.
Embry nodded. Good to hear. He wouldn’t admit it even in a direct thought, but he had been
worried about her. Jacob caught the feeling, though, and huffed in amusement. Am I still forbidden
from using nicknames for her?
Why Shorty?
Embry grunted a laugh. Cuz she’s short.
Jacob licked his nose. Fine. He stood up again to run with Seth for a while until he felt he could
relax again.
It was after midnight when he got home and went to bed. His room had been too small for him for
years, but neither he nor his father could afford a larger home, and he wasn’t about to make Billy
give up the larger room. He felt especially cramped this night as he remembered how it had been to
have Renesmee in his arms. He sighed and rolled to his back. He wondered what it would be like to
have her in his room with him. Without the watchful eyes of her aunt and uncle, and without her
being sick or on her period, he wondered if she’d allow him to touch her, undress her. He shifted
uncomfortably, already getting aroused at the thought of pulling her sweat pants down over her hips.
He wanted to know if she shaved or if she went natural. A soft growl rumbled in his chest at the
thought of seeing her exposed to him.
He took a deep breath and shook his head. He didn’t want to touch himself; he wanted her to do it
for him. Doing it himself wasn’t satisfying enough. He closed his eyes and squirmed again, trying to
put thoughts of Renesmee’s body out of his mind and relax.
~*~
“Renesmee, honey, can we talk for a minute?” Alice said Wednesday evening. Since she’d gotten
home that day, she’d listened as her niece told her about how Jacob had invited her over to his
house for dinner on Saturday. It made her happy to see her niece so happy, but she was a little
concerned about how eager she seemed.
Renesmee’s smile faded. “Um, yeah. What’s up?” She felt so much better than she had earlier that
week. Almost all traces of the sickness were gone, and she felt more energetic than before.
Alice and Renesmee sat down on the couch. “Okay, first of all, let me just say that I know I’m not
your mom. I’m not trying to step on toes, and I’m sure she’s probably already talked to you about
this several times, but I have to say it. Things between you and Jacob seem to be getting pretty
serious.”
Renesmee nodded. “They are. I know it’s fast, Aunt Alice, but I really love him. When I’m with him, I
belong there. It’s like, everything I think a home should be—safe, familiar, comfortable—I feel like I’m
home with him.” She shook her head and looked down. “It sounds weird even to me, but that’s how
I feel.”
Alice took her hand. “To be honest with you, Renesmee, it doesn’t sound weird to me. I remember
when I first met your uncle. Things moved very quickly between us. Maybe even a little faster than
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