A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

they’d been too hard on her. Too controlling. It was hard to be anything but when Renesmee was
the only child their family had been able to have. He and Alice had never been able to conceive, and
only two years after Renesmee was born, the same cysts that caused Alice to have an early
hysterectomy landed Bella in the hospital. Neither of them wanted to admit she wasn’t a child
anymore.
He listened to Renesmee greet Jacob. A few words were exchanged, then they left. The door shut,
and he took a deep breath. She would be fine. Renesmee was not the only one emotionally
invested in the relationship. Jasper had seen how Jacob looked at his niece. He wasn’t after a piece
of ass, he was after her heart. She’ll be fine.
“So what movie are we going to see?” Renesmee asked as they got in the car.
Jacob squirmed in the driver’s seat, trying to get comfortable again. He didn’t like being so confined,
especially after a long run. “I don’t know what’s out, so I figured we’d just see what’s playing and
decide together.”
She liked that idea. “Sounds good.”
He took her hand and held it as he drove. She paid extra attention to her breathing to make sure
she didn’t start panting. Being so close to him was nice, but she really didn’t want to be so far away.
She wanted in his lap. She licked her lips and smiled when he glanced at her.
“You okay, Ness?” He knew what was going on. He could smell it, and it made things . . . difficult.
He was glad they were going somewhere that he’d have to control himself.
She nodded. “I’m fine. I love you.”
He squeezed her hand lightly. “I love you, too.”
As he drove, Renesmee let her eyes wander over him. It seemed like a long time since she’d seen
him wearing a shirt. The thin, white t-shirt he was wearing now left very little, if anything, to the
imagination. He had a silver chain around his neck that she’d never seen before. It disappeared
under the fabric, though, and she wasn’t sure what was on it.
Jacob noticed her staring at his neck and figured he might as well show her. It wasn’t like he ever
intended to keep it a secret anyway. He took his hand from hers and pulled the chain over his head.
He handed it to her with a smile.
“I saw you looking.”
She blushed and took the chain. “Thanks.” She held it up to look at the two dangling dog tags. They
were plain silver. One had Renesmee’s name and the other had the words “My Love.” She smiled
and looked up at him. “That’s sweet.” She handed them back to him.
He took the chain and slipped it back on. “I made them so I’d always have you close to my heart.”
She felt like she could melt. “You made them?”
“Well, no, actually Quil did. He’s my, uh . . . friend.” It felt strange to use such a vague word for his
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