A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

Alice sucked in a quick breath. “Well, what are we doing standing around? Come in and sit down.
Stay a while. I made snacks, but I guess you probably won’t want to eat them?”
Jacob smiled. “I’ll eat them.”
They went to the dining room and sat at the table. Renesmee sat on Jacob’s lap. Alice brought in a
plate of fruit, crackers, cheese, and a dip she’d made.
“So how are things?” Renesmee asked.
Alice sighed. “It’s been very difficult to focus on everything with you gone. Knowing that you’re safe
with Jacob is probably the only thing that’s kept me sane. The flower shop is getting more business,
though. I hired another two people yesterday, so that should help.”
“That’s good to hear. Good luck.”
“Thanks. What about you? How is everything? What’s the biggest change? Apart from your eyes, I
mean.”
Renesmee shrugged. “It’s going, I guess. I’m doing the best I can. Jacob’s been a huge help.”
Jacob smirked and kissed her head. “Everything is so different, though. I kill deer with my bare
hands now.” She held her hands up as if to demonstrate.
Alice and Jasper were silent for a moment, not sure what to say. Renesmee looked at her lap and
put her hands down. Jacob hugged her waist. “She’s a very efficient hunter. Hasn’t missed one.”
He wasn’t going to let her feel ashamed or guilty for doing what she had to do.
Alice licked her lips nervously. “Do you just hunt deer?”
Renesmee shook her head. “No. I’ve taken down a few elk, too.”
Jasper was trying to accept this as reality. “Maybe we could hunt together sometime?” He hadn’t
hunted in what felt like a lifetime, but the idea of having fresh meat had always appealed to him.
“No.” Renesmee immediately shook her head. “I’m sorry, but no. I follow scents, and to be honest,
your blood smells better than any deer could.”
He nodded. “I see. Okay, well, what do you do with the meat?”
She smiled. “Sometimes I eat it, sometimes Jake does. We could give you some, though.”
“That’d be cool. Elk is good.”
They talked more about Renesmee’s new changes and how she was adapting to them.
“Who’s up for a game of cards?” Jasper asked a while later.
“Poker?” Renesmee asked. She hadn’t played in a long time.
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