A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

When Alice got home that evening, Renesmee was going to help her make dinner. Alice told her to
go sit down after she’d sneezed for the third time.
“I made sure I turned away and covered my mouth with my elbow,” Renesmee said.
Alice smiled. “I know, honey, but there’s no need risking getting something all germy. I’m fine to
cook by myself.”
Thursday morning, Renesmee was surprised when she woke up unable to breathe through her nose.
She had thought she just got into something, but it was clear from the pressure in her head and
dryness in her throat that she was getting a cold.
“Figures,” she grumbled to herself. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and sighed. “You
better be well again by Saturday,” she told her reflection. “I’m not cancelling on Jacob.”
By Friday, she had a cough, a headache, and a stomach ache to accompany her stuffy head. Both
her mom and her dad had given her advice when she talked to them on the phone.
“How likely do you think it is that I’ll be all better by tomorrow?” she asked Jasper as she sipped
some tea Friday afternoon.
Jasper shook his head. “I really don’t know. I don’t want you running around outside if this sickness
isn’t gone, though.”
She nodded. “Yeah, I know. I just really don’t want to disappoint Jacob.”
He patted her hand on her cup. “You don’t really think he’d be upset about it, do you?”
She chewed on her lip for a moment. “No. At least I hope he wouldn’t. But I know I’ll be
disappointed if I don’t get to see him.”
She called Jacob that evening to let him know she was sick and may not be able to go with him. She
felt terrible when she had to leave the message with his dad because he wasn’t there.
“Tell him I said I’m really sorry.”
Billy smiled. “I know my son, Ness. He’d say it’s not your fault, get some rest, and feel better. I’ll
ask him to call you when he gets home if it’s not too late.”
“I’d really like that.”
Jacob wasn’t able to call her. After his patrol, he just went to sleep under Renesmee’s window in the
trees behind her house. He knew she wasn’t feeling well, especially when he heard her getting sick
in the night. It hurt his heart and made him wish he could come up with some kind of logical
explanation for showing up in the middle of the night. He couldn’t, and neither could Seth who was
restless and had gone for a midnight run.
He finally went home Saturday morning to get some clothes and figure out what to do to make
Renesmee feel better. Before he could walk out, the phone rang. Billy was in the living room, so he
grabbed it.
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