A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

~Chapter Eleven~
Encounter
“How are you doing, honey?” Bella asked. “We’ve talked about me for an hour; I want to hear about
you now.” She was enjoying her vacation, but it was hard to be so far away from her daughter.
Renesmee smiled at the ceiling as she laid on her bed. She sighed happily and hummed. “What do
you want to know?”
“Everything. How are you doing? Are you bored? Are you keeping busy? How are things with you and
that guy?”
“Oh, Jacob and I are doing great. We had dinner at his house last Saturday; he fed me Native
American food. I ate moose and flowers. It was really good, though.” She sat up and ran her fingers
through her hair. That night three days ago had replayed in her mind so many times, and she still
couldn’t find anything about it that wasn’t perfect. She reached over to the nightstand and picked
up a silver chain necklace with the dog tags Jacob had given to her the next night. One said
“Forever” and the other had his name. “I’m keeping pretty busy, I guess. Not like so busy my
schedule’s packed, but busy enough. I read a lot and sometimes go to town with Aunt Alice.” She
held the phone away from her ear for a second to slip the necklace on.
“That sounds like fun. I miss you, sweetie.”
“I miss you, too, Mom.” She really did miss her parents, but she was surprised to find a part of her
didn’t want them to come home. “Only two more months.” Her stomach twisted. She didn’t want to
think about how little time she had left with Jacob, but she couldn’t push it away.
“It sounds like forever.”
Renesmee swallowed and took a deep breath. “It’ll go by fast, Mom. So why are you and Dad in
separate rooms?”
“No reason. He wanted to watch a show, and I wanted to talk to you, so I came in the bedroom. Do
you want to talk to him?”
“I’m actually getting pretty tired.” She faked a yawn. “Tell him I love him and I’ll talk to him next time,
okay?”
“Okay, sweetie. Get some sleep. It’s so weird to think it’s already eleven at night there. It’s only
eight in the morning here.”
“Yeah, but you’re a day ahead of me. Go enjoy your Wednesday, and I’ll enjoy my Tuesday night.”
“All right. Goodnight, honey.”
“’Night, Mom.”
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