A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

gently. He stared at her face intently, praying that she did something. Her brow furrowed
infinitesimally, but it was enough to give him hope.
“Baby, come back to me,” he said. He leaned in a little closer. “I love you, Ness. I need you to wake
up.”
Her eyebrows twitched again followed by her lips. He smiled and brushed his fingers over her cheek.
She turned her head into his touch. His eyes watered.
“Please, baby.” He lightly kissed her lips. “Please.”
She turned her head again and sucked in another deep breath. “Ephraim,” she whimpered.
Jacob felt like jumping for joy because she had spoken. He didn’t understand why she’d said that
name, but it didn’t matter. She was finally waking up.
“Ephraim?” Her brow furrowed deeper, and her hand twitched.
“Baby, it’s me. Jacob.” He kissed her lips again. “I’m here, honey.”
She whimpered. “Jacob?” She wanted so badly to open her eyes and see him. As she tried, she
thought about him and everything she remembered. His smile, his kiss, the heat of his skin, and the
way his eyes burned through her in the most delicious way. The way he made love to her and
protected her. His warmth enveloped her hand again, and she managed to squeeze back.
Jacob was a mixture of happily surprised and uneasy when her fingers tightened on his. He’d always
felt her touch; there had never been a moment when she touched him that he didn’t feel it. But he’d
never felt the pressure from her grip. She could have wrapped her hands around his and squeezed
with all her strength and it wouldn’t have been more than a gentle hold to him. Now he felt the
pressure she was exerting. It wasn’t much, but it was there. He once again pushed away the
unnerving thought that his Renesmee had changed far more than he could anticipate.
“Yes, baby. It’s me. I love you, Ness.” He kissed her knuckles.
Those words made her so happy. She wanted to say them back, but even the single words she’d
managed to utter so far had hurt her throat.
“Baby, can you open your eyes?”
She focused all of her willpower to come up from the darkness that seemed to want to swallow her.
She was determined to do what Jacob had asked. She felt triumphant when her eyelids began to
flutter open. The light was painful yet bearable. She whimpered again, this time from joy. His face
was so close to her. It was Jacob, but he looked different. Brighter, sharper. His eyes were so much
more intense than she remembered, and she could pick out every facet of brown and black in them.
She could see each individual eyelash and the varying shades of dark brown and black in his
eyebrows and hair that fell over his forehead.
His smile faded, and his eyes grew darker. His heartbeat started to pound harder. She realized with
a start that she could actually hear it. It wasn’t just the steady thump; she could hear the blood in
his veins. Her mouth watered.
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