A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

It wasn’t long before her breathing evened out. He kept up the massage and watched her face for a
moment while she slept. He shifted a little bit to rest his head on the arm of the couch. He just held
her lightly and closed his eyes. Even though she was sick, it still felt so right to be with her like this.
He just hoped she felt better soon; he couldn’t stand to see her in pain.
A while later, Alice and Jasper came to check on Renesmee. She was still asleep.
“How long has she been sleeping?” Alice asked.
“About a half an hour, I think.”
She nodded. “It’s good that she’s resting. Thank you for coming out. How long are you planning to
stay?”
Jacob shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t have any plans for tonight or tomorrow. If she’s okay with it,
I’d rather not leave her.”
Alice looked at Jasper. He cleared his throat. “You mean you want to stay the night?”
Jacob didn’t see a problem with it. “If it’s okay with her, yes.” He knew from the looks on their faces
they weren’t sure about his intentions. He carefully propped himself up on his elbow, making sure
he didn’t disturb Renesmee. “Look, I care for her very deeply. I understand that we just met and all
that shit, but I love her. Please don’t look at me like you think I’m going to take advantage of her.
She’s sick and in a lot of pain. I just want to help her.”
Alice and Jasper looked at each other again. It was easy to see that Jacob was telling the truth. They
decided to agree and let Renesmee make that decision. They also made it clear that they would be
checking on her several times throughout the night. Jacob agreed that was a good idea.
Renesmee didn’t wake up until after five o’clock that night. She was sweating and had to use the
bathroom. Jacob helped her up and stood outside the bathroom door to wait for her. When she was
finished, he sat at the kitchen table with her while she sipped some soup Alice had made.
“I’m glad you’re still here,” she said.
He smiled and touched her arm. “I’ll be here as long as you need me.”
Her brow furrowed. “What about your dad?”
“He’s fine; he doesn’t need me all the time.”
“His heart?”
Jacob cleared his throat. “Yeah, I asked Quil to check on him every few hours. He’s fine.”
Renesmee nodded, relieved that he wasn’t sacrificing his dad’s health out of concern for her.
“Good.”
There was an awkward silence for a few minutes as Jacob tried to figure out how he would tell her he
was staying the night. Renesmee continued to eat her soup, unwilling to admit to him how good it
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