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In The Moment

Summary:
Jacob's reflections on his new life and love, post-Breaking Dawn. A series of one-shots as his imprint changes with the years. Time transforms them, yet so much stays the same.


Notes:
THERE BE SPOILERS AHEAD!!! consider yourself warned. Right, my first attempt at Jake's POV. warning, immense amounts of Quil/Claire are going to sneak into this story while i'm not looking, because those two seriously never shut up... they're always talking in my brain. Sigh. Anyway, barring my insanity, this will be a bunch of one-shots, loosely connected, heavy on the thinking and low on the action. They will be written as they occur to me.


1. Unfair

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“Beautiful,” Quil whispers. I agree whole-heartedly.

“Aren’t they?”

At the same time, we continued, “I don’t mean like that.” And then laughed.

No one else in the world really understood what was happening like we knew it. Even our brothers, who could see into our minds, didn’t quite comprehend the exact nature of our feelings.

But Quil and I knew.

We knew that there could be nothing sweeter than this. Sitting at my best friend’s side, watching the two little girls play in the waves together. Admittedly, I’d like to be in the water with Nessie, but she needs friends other than me.

She is so exquisite. And of course I don’t mean like that. She’s simply an adorable little girl. Her curls are bouncing like perfect springs almost to her feet, and her skin is glittering a tiny bit in the late afternoon sun.

“You know, Nessie’s going to be a woman in five years,” Quil says.

“She’s two years old, Quil. Two. Claire was two when you met her.”

He grimaces briefly. “I see your point.”

Claire’s laugh pierces the air. I can see his face transform at the sound. “Quiw! Quiw!” she calls, and he’s on his feet, charging toward her.

She laughs again as he pulls her into the air, her hair falling free towards the sandy ground.

Nessie and Claire are good friends. Claire is four years old, and Nessie is technically two. She’s the size of a six year old, though, and her mind is light-years ahead. She can already talk like an adult, read, write… her brain is a marvel to us all. Especially me. I’m in awe of her.

Two years old and she’s already smarter than me. I really ought to go back to school. But if I did, I couldn’t be doing this. There’s eternity to learn, and so few fleeting days that she’ll be a child, that I can watch her perfectly happy for no reason at all.

What could be better than that?

To tell the truth, I think the real reason Claire and Nessie get along so well is because of us. The crazy wolf boys.

It’s not like they can tell the girls they go to kindergarten with that, oh, that’s just my best friend the adult man. Don’t mind him, but be careful. If you piss him off he might turn into a giant wolf and kill you.

Well, Claire’s not really old enough to understand what Quil is yet, but she knows he’s special. Different.

And Nessie’s always been a part of the supernatural.

Absorbed in my thoughts, I miss it completely until there is a stinging pain in my leg. “Ow,” I mutter.

I look down, and that blindingly perfect smile is directed up at me.

Nessie bit me again.

I scoop her up in my arms, playfully poking her nose with every word. “Renesmee Carlie Cullen. Did you just bite my leg?”
She shakes her head. Her curls fly around in the air.

“Yes, you did.”

She touches my face. Did not.

“Did too!”

Did not.

“Did too!”

She giggles in delight at the new game. My ears ring with the perfection of her laughter.

Did not.

“Oh, all right, Nessie. You win.”

I always win.

“That’s right. You do. Now, please, don’t bite my leg anymore.”

I didn’t.

While Nessie and I are enjoying our repetitive conversation, I’m dwelling on something else.

It would really suck for Quil if it is the way the others think it is. If the two of us are counting down the days until the girls we adore so much are women, if we can scarcely wait, if this time wasn’t just as precious as that will be, he’d really have gotten the short end of the stick.

After all, I hardly have to wait. I imprinted after he did, on a girl younger than he did, and I still have so much less time between now and forever than he does.

But that jealousy just isn’t there.

There’s no reason for it, because neither of us want anything more than what we have at this moment.

How could we, when we are each holding our personal universes in our arms, listening to our own everythings laugh? What is there to be envied when we get to witness every moment of their joy and catch their tears whenever they fall?

If there’s anything I have better, it’s that Renesmee is immortal. We will be side by side for eternity.

But the nature of our togetherness doesn’t matter. All I care about is that she’s happy, and I’m here to see it.

Nessie laughs again, and I catch one of her curls between my fingers.

“Did too,” I whisper, and kiss the top of her head.

As long as I have that, I’m happy too.