A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

~Chapter Seventeen~
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Jacob sighed contentedly and looked down at Renesmee’s sleeping face. She was snuggled into his
side, her head on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead and smiled when her brow twitched slightly.
Life couldn’t get much better than this, he thought. He finally had his imprint beside him, safe and
happy. All of the events that had led up to this moment faded into the background. None of it
mattered anymore because she was okay.
If he wanted to think about it, he knew that it really did matter. There were still a lot of things that
needed to be done. Jasper had called again almost as soon as Renesmee had fallen asleep. Jacob
updated him and felt only marginally remorseful that he hadn’t done it sooner. Her uncle wanted to
know when she could go home. Jacob had almost laughed. She was home. It was something that
he needed to discuss with her, though. He couldn’t make that decision for her, and he doubted
she’d thought much about it since she woke up after her change.
He didn’t want to think about it, though, so he pushed it all aside and focused instead on her steady
heartbeat and soft breathing. The feel of her body against his and the delicate whimper she’d let out
every so often as she exhaled. He tightened his arm around her just enough and kissed her head
again.
“I love you, Ness,” he whispered.
She moaned softly and pressed herself closer to him. He smiled. Bliss. He put his free hand over
hers on his chest and sighed. He still wasn’t tired, but he had to be at the top of his game to help
her through whatever came up. There was no doubt in his mind that they’d just scratched the
surface of her new identity. He closed his eyes and tried to relax.
~*~
Renesmee woke slowly and yawned. The first thing she noticed was heat. It was everywhere, inside
her body and out. The outer heat felt good; it was natural and comfortable and home. The inner
heat scorched her throat. The scent beside her was smooth with a promise of relief from the horrible
fire. Something inside her disagreed; she knew that scent, and it was not food. Logic had nothing
on instinct. She drew in a slow, deep breath, sucking in the delectable aroma and letting it lead her
where she needed to be. Before she even opened her eyes, she bit down, sinking her teeth into
warm, soft flesh. The flow of thick, rich blood tasted like heaven.
Then it was gone. Startled, she opened her eyes and drew back. Jacob was sitting on the bed
beside her, a grimace on his face as he held his hand over his bleeding shoulder.
Shame filled her in an instant. “Jake—”
“I’m fine, Ness.”
She furrowed her brow. “Why do you always say that? I’ve bitten you twice now.”
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