A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

~Chapter Four~
Fishing
Renesmee woke the next morning excited to spend time with her uncle. She had always thought he
was one of the greatest people in the world; he was smart and funny and helped her with her history
class. She got dressed and walked downstairs to the smell of waffles. She smiled; she hadn’t had
Alice’s waffles in a long time.
“Good morning star shine,” Jasper sang jokingly.
Renesmee rolled her eyes. “You know, just because I sang that song in fifth grade doesn’t mean you
have to tease me about it for the rest of my life.”
“I am your uncle. Therefore, it is my official duty to remind you of your embarrassing moments every
chance I get.” He ruffled her hair as she passed by him, and she tried to duck away. Alice smiled
warmly and handed a plate to her niece.
“I made them just for you. Enjoy them.”
“Aunt Alice, you have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to your waffles. Do you have any
fruit?” she asked, digging in the fridge.
“On the table,” Jasper said, wielding the spoon for the berries.
Renesmee cooed excitedly and went to the table. “Thank you.”
“Sure thing, sweetheart. I’ve got to go work. You two have fun today and catch lots of fish.”
Jasper stood up to kiss his wife goodbye. “We will. Plan on having fish tonight, okay?”
“Okay. See you guys.” Alice hugged Renesmee before she walked out the door.
After breakfast, Renesmee and Jasper got ready and loaded their fishing supplies into the SUV.
Jasper handed a case to her when they got in the car. “You get to pick the music. Nothing stupid.”
Renesmee laughed and flipped through the CD’s to find one she wanted. Jasper approved of the
one she chose. A while later, they pulled up to a clearing near the lake where they fished. They got
out of the SUV and unloaded their things. “This is where your dad taught me how to fish. Your
grandfather taught him.”
Renesmee nodded, and they found a place to set up. Jasper showed her how to get the pole ready
and string the hook. “Do you want to bait it?” he asked as he held out a worm.
She wrinkled her nose at it. “Do we have to use worms? Isn’t a little . . . cruel or something?”
Jasper laughed. “We’re going to be killing fish, and you’re worried about the worms?”
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