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I Change For Her

Summary:
Jacob/Nessie Jacob POV Set seven years after Breaking Dawn. Jacob and Renesmee fluff. Sorry I can't think of a decent summary....


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1. Chapter 1

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“Jake! Are you even listening to me?” I grinned a little sheepishly.

“Sorry, Nez. I was…distracted.” By looking at you, I added mentally, glad it was just her and me in the house for a change. Renesmee pouted, and I was instantly contrite. Oh, you have got to be kidding me! I hated to see her upset, even if she was just faking it.

“I asked you a question, but since you weren’t listening…” oh, no. Now she was going to leave me in suspense until I went down on my knees and begged for her forgiveness, which I would undoubtedly do if it made her happy.

“Aw, come on, Nez! Don’t leave me hanging!” I pleaded. Renesmee shook her bronze-curled head.

“No. You weren’t paying attention, so you don’t deserve to know.” God, she was stubborn! I pulled out my best weapon – the pathetic puppy-dog eyes. Only another werewolf could pull this off as well as I did most of the time.

“Don’t you want to know my answer?” I wheedled. For the past eight years, she’d been the centre of my universe, and she always would be. In those eight years I'd seen her grow from a sweet baby into a stunningly beautiful young woman. and in those eight years I'd become whatever she needed me to be – nanny, big brother, friend, confidant…the list went on. I'd been her friend and confidant for the past three years, ever since she started developing at age five. I would stay as this until she needed – wanted – otherwise. I change for her, and her alone.

“Of course I want to know,” she snapped. “I wouldn’t have asked if it was to the contrary.”

“Then what is it?” I asked, finally a little frustrated. She moved from her perch so she was crouched in front of me, and her hand touched my cheek lightly. She showed me what she had asked, and I finally understood why she was annoyed at me. Oh.

“Nez…of course I love you. I tell you I love you on a regular basis,” I reminded her gently. She rolled her eyes.

“That wasn’t what I meant,” she muttered. “I meant…oh, never mind. It was a stupid question anyway…” she stood, and when I realised she meant to leave I jumped to my feet and embraced her in apology.

“What did you mean, Nez? I'll answer truthfully, and I swear I will answer no matter what.” She slumped into me, burying her face in my chest. Her voice was muffled when she replied.

“I meant to ask…how do you love me? Do you love me like Uncle Emmett does, or like Mom and Dad do?” She didn’t look at me.

“I love you like your father loves your mother,” I answered truthfully. “You are my reason for being. If you weren’t here, weren’t alive…I would have left long ago or died. I love you so much. You are the core of my existence.”

“You really feel that way?” she asked, sniffling. I laughed.

“Of course, you silly, beautiful woman! I told you I would answer truthfully, and I did,” I reminded her. “Are you blind?”

“I can see perfectly well, thank you Jacob Black,” she sniffed. Uh-oh. She used my full name…I'm in trouble. “I…I feel that way too,” she whispered, and I was completely still as that sank in. When it had, I buried my face in her curls, my arms tightening around her. Somehow, our embrace changed, became more loving. Renesmee moved her head to look up at me, and I looked down into her deep brown eyes. Her lower lip trembled slightly, and I brushed a rogue curl from her face gently. Then, almost as if by some verbal or mental prompting, I closed the distance between our faces and kissed her gently.

*~*~*~*

Six months later we were married. That day was the best of my life, as was the night that followed. When I drifted to sleep, Renesmee in my arms, I wouldn’t help but think I was the luckiest man on Earth…and I would have her by my side for eternity.