A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

Renesmee sighed in relief. She’d known it had to be something important. She leaned back to look
up at him. “Is he okay?”
“He’ll be okay. It’s a, um . . . It’s a heart medicine. As long as he takes it, he’s fine.” Jacob shrugged
like it was nothing.
“Well, I’m glad you remembered, then.” She smiled and tried really hard to ignore the way his skin
felt against her fingertips.
He kissed her nose then her lips. “I’m sorry I ran out like I did. I was afraid the pharmacy would be
closed before I could get there.”
She nodded. “Did you make it in time?”
“Yeah, it wasn’t a problem. Everything’s fine now.”
“Good.” She stood on her toes for another kiss. “It’s okay to tell me what’s going on, Jake. Don’t
run out like that again, okay?”
Jacob swallowed. He wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He couldn’t promise he’d never do it again
when there was a damn good chance he would. As long as she wasn’t in any danger, he’d leave to
help his pack whenever they needed him. He looked into her eyes and found himself nodding.
Anything to keep that smile on her face. “Okay.” Dammit.
Her smile widened, and he didn’t care about the lies. He pulled her closer and kissed her again.
After a moment, she pulled back.
“My uncle’s here,” she whispered.
He nodded covertly and bent to put his forehead against hers. She lifted her hands to the back of
his neck to hold him there. “Okay. When do I get to see you again?”
She pursed her lips and thought for a moment. “Thursday? Jasper wants to teach me about guns
and how to fire them, but I’ll be free then.”
Jacob wasn’t sure he liked that. He didn’t want her near them, but he tried to convince himself that
she would be safer around them if she knew how to handle one. “Thursday will be fine. I’ll call you.”
Neither pulled away. Renesmee started to play with his hair, running her fingers through it softly.
“Sounds good.”
“You’ll still come to the bonfire with me on Saturday, right?”
“Right.”
He smiled and kissed her. “Good.”
“I love you,” she said softly, keeping her voice down so her uncle wouldn’t hear.
“Me, too, Ness.”
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