A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

Renesmee nodded and took a sip of her soda. “Once. It was a year ago. Don’t tell Dad, though. He
doesn’t know about it.”
Jacob smirked and kissed her head. “And you didn’t want to drink beer the other night because
you’re not twenty-one yet.” He clicked his tongue. “You’re holding out on me.”
She leaned back again. “Hardly. It was prom, and the guy I was with talked me into taking a few
sips of his drink. I think it was vodka or something. It was nasty, whatever it was. I didn’t even drink
enough to get tipsy.”
He wrapped his arms around her stomach. “When you turn twenty-one, I’ll show you the good stuff.”
She smiled and looked at him. “Thanks.”
He kissed her nose. “You’re welcome.”
Jasper cleared his throat to get their attention. Alice kicked his foot. “We won’t tell your dad.”
Renesmee sat up and got her drink again. “Thank you.”
“So how’s your dad doing, Jake?” Jasper asked. Alice looked at him sideways.
Jacob nodded. “He’s doing well.”
Jasper raised an eyebrow. “Renesmee says he has a heart condition?”
“He manages it just fine.”
“That’s good to hear. You know, Renesmee’s dad is a wonderful doctor—”
“He’s fine, Jasper. Thank you for your concern, but our doctors on the rez are more than capable.”
Alice pursed her lips together. “Of course they are, Jacob. Jasper didn’t mean to offend you.” She
put her hand on her husband’s shoulder and squeezed tightly. Jasper looked at her questioningly.
“No offense taken.”
Renesmee leaned back again and sighed. “Can you believe that I’m still tired?” She turned her
head to look at Jacob.
He kissed her forehead. “Yes, I can. You’re still sick, baby. Can you try to drink a little more before
you lay down?”
Alice got up and left the room. Renesmee nodded and sat up again to take a few more sips. When
Alice came back, she had the thermometer. Jacob tensed for a moment before she announced that
she had to know if her niece still had a fever. Renesmee groaned but accepted the metal end under
her tongue. Jacob leaned back in the chair.
“Ninety-nine-point-one. You don’t have a fever anymore, sweetie. Very good news. Hopefully soon
you’ll be all better.”
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