In The Moment
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.
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.
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Her hand is soft. Her hair bounces like a spring when I pull it straight and then let it snap into its natural shape. Her smile is wide.
I love these simple touches. Despite the obvious assumption, it’s truly all I want, the comforting contact of a friend, a family member.
She’ll be a woman soon enough, but I’m not eager. If anything, I’m dreading it. One day closer to…
And then I remember. We have forever. Forever, for me to make her happy, to please her, to adore her.
The rest of my life is hers. I will enjoy, relish, worship every second of it.
I don’t need it to change. I’m amazed, really, by how little this sucks, looking at Bella happy with Edward, loving someone I never chose. Because I think destiny chose for me better than I ever did for myself.
I get back a little of the happiness I give, with Nessie. I get back all of it, because I can make her smile. I never could with Bella.
It sounds so foreign and distant to me now, the thought that anything but this could be where I belong.
I know it was once true, but now I am wholly hers, so much that even the memory of a desire for anything else is foreign to me.
She is beautiful. She is precious. She is everything.
It is truly the way I want it, I think. I can’t be absolutely certain, no, not with this extent of feeling even when she’s far away. It’s incredible. It’s wonderful.
“Jake,” she says, “Come talk to me.”
It’s a command I find myself obeying before I even understand what I’m doing. My legs carry me across the room before she’s finished saying the words.
She reaches up to touch my face. Her skin is cool, warmer than the ice of Bella’s but noting like my werewolf heat. She touches me softly, delicately.
Jacob, I’m turning five tomorrow, she informs me. As if I could forget!
“I know, Nessie.”
I restrain a snarl. “I know, Nessie.”
I don’t want him near her. It’s not jealousy, really, but I don’t like the idea of a habitual murderer who killed his own mother at less than one day old spending quality time with Nessie.
Why don’t you like him, Jake?
I speak slowly and carefully. “I think he’s dangerous, Ness. I’m worried he’ll hurt you, or Charlie, or Sue.”
Daddy thinks it’s because you’re jealous.
I choke. Isn’t she a little young to be discussing that sort of thing? “You’re only four, Ness.”
That’s what I said. You’re my best friend. So it doesn’t matter if Nahuel likes me, right?
Likes her? That gives me an abrupt flashback to middle school. ‘Does he like me, or does he like me like me?’
“What do you mean?”
He thinks I’m pretty.
“You’re beautiful.” And that’s none of his business. She’s four years old! She looks physically about eleven, true, but that’s much, much too young!
I don’t think he’s pretty, she transmits quite seriously. But you are, sort of.
I laugh. “Your mom told me that once, you know.”
I know. She peels her hand away from my face. “So the moral of the story is please don’t kill Nahuel, okay? That would ruin my party.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
She bounces up and kisses me on the cheek. “Thanks, Jake. You’re the best.”
I watch her skip off. My face is burning from her touch.