A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

Billy chuckled. “I’ll believe you.”
~*~
Jacob grunted again, frustrated. He was trying to sleep, but all he could do was wonder what
Renesmee was doing at that moment. It was after well midnight, so she was probably sleeping. If
she was, he wondered what she was dreaming. He hadn’t done much but think about her since he
saw her in the meadow. He remembered how the sun had made her hair shine and her skin
shimmer. He remembered the way her laughter bubbled out of her and echoed around the clearing.
It rang in his ears as he thought about her. He would give anything to hear it again, or to see her
smile and her eyes beam with happiness.
He closed his eyes and let thoughts of her run through his head. Eventually he drifted off to sleep
and dreamed of her holding his hand as they walked along the cliffs of First Beach. When he woke
up again, clouded sunlight had brightened the room. His stomach growled, and he got up to find
something to eat. As he surveyed his cabinets, he thought about Renesmee again. He wondered
what she would be eating for breakfast. He grabbed a bowl for some cereal and sat down at the
table. He remembered the exact shade of her eyes and how her hands felt running through his fur.
“Who’s winning?”
Jacob looked up with a start to see Billy wheeling himself up to the counter. “What?”
“You were having a staring contest with your breakfast. I was just wondering who was winning.”
He looked down at his cereal, furrowing his eyebrows. “I guess I’m not really hungry.” He wanted to
know where she was staying and if she was safe there. Was she happy?
“Jacob Black, not hungry? What’s next?”
Jacob smirked and took his bowl to the sink. “Fire and brimstone, maybe?”
“What’s on your mind, Jake?” The question was asked with a tone that let Jacob know his father
knew exactly what was on his mind.
Jacob turned around and stared at Billy with intense eyes. “Nothing.” He would make his father
admit he already knew.
“You know, you’re usually a pretty good liar. Even if Quil hadn’t spilled the beans last night, though, I
can see it in your face and the way you carry yourself. Is she pretty?”
Jacob huffed. “Beautiful.”
Billy waited for his son to say more, but the silence only stretched on. “Okay, so what’s she like?
What does she think of you?”
“She’s from Chicago, visiting her aunt and uncle while her parents go on some vacation. She
probably thinks I’m huge and hairy.” He wanted to know what she would think of him as a man.
Would she be frightened like she was with him as a wolf, or would she trust him?
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