A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

They walked around for a while longer until Renesmee started to get hungry. “Do you need to be
home at a specific time?”
“Yeah, my aunt said to be home by nine. Personally, I think it’s stupid that I have such an early
curfew, but rules are rules.” She shrugged.
He smiled. “Don’t worry about it. Do you want to stop at that diner we passed?”
She nodded. “That sounds good. Thank you, Jake.”
He ducked quickly to kiss her lips. “Anytime, Ness.”
The waitress was a middle-aged woman that Renesmee didn’t feel threatened by. She did blush
when the woman gave her a wink and walked away with their orders. Neither of them said much as
they ate. When they were finished, she leaned against his shoulder.
“When can we get together again, Jake?” she asked as she looked up at him.
He leaned down and kissed her lips. “As soon as possible.”
She liked that answer. “So does that mean tomorrow, or what?”
He tightened his arm around her. “Probably not tomorrow. I have something I need to take care of
on the reservation. Monday afternoon?”
“That should be okay. Uncle Jasper is supposed to go to the museum Monday, and Aunt Alice will be
working. I’m sure I can convince them I’d be better off with you than alone. They adore you after my
little stunt in the woods, by the way.” She smiled and pushed her shoulder against him playfully.
“Yes, well, everyone adores me sooner or later,” he teased. She laughed, and he loved the sound of
it. “Are you finished? It’s about time to get you home.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Jacob paid the check, and they left. They were silent on the ride as he held her hand tightly on the
clutch. He tried to prepare himself for the moment he would have to walk away. It didn’t matter that
it would only be a day; it killed him that he even had to say goodbye at all. He pulled up to her house
and turned to her.
“Are you ready to go in?”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to say goodbye, Jake.” Her chest tightened, and she gripped his
hand harder.
“I know, Ness. I don’t either.” He leaned forward and brought her hand to his lips. “Just remember
that I will be here to see you on Monday.”
“I know. I’m just scared that . . .” she hesitated. She knew she’d see him, but she couldn’t seem to
convince her heart.
“Ness, look at me,” he said softly. She met his eyes. “Are you afraid you won’t see me again?”
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