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Harvest Moon

It seems that danger is as constant as the clouds of Forks, hanging over the Cullens, just waiting to rain. It always seems to come when times seem the happiest. With it now pouring down upon them with full force, driving a wedge in the tight-knit family, will the Cullens be able to maintain their bonds and triumph once again? Renesmee's P.o.V. REVIEWS are greatly appreciated!! =]


2. Gift

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A soft knock on my door was followed by a singsong "Happy Birthday, sweetheart!" as my parents burst into my room just as I sat on the edge of my bed, pulling my hair into a ponytail. I turned to smile at them and found that my whole family was filing into the room, carrying shiny, oversized packages and brightly colored balloons. Aunt Alice danced around us all, tossing plumes of pink confetti into the air. Jacob crept in from behind Aunt Alice, shaking his head and laughing as he came to brush confetti off of my face and shoulders.

"Wow, you really didn’t have to do all this, guys," I blushed.

"You may have inherited your mother’s distaste for fun, but you’re going to have it anyway," Aunt Alice sat beside me on my bed, thrusting a large glittery pink box into my lap.

I sighed and lifted the lid. I pushed back the tissue to uncover a red leather jacket, just like the one I had admired in one of her fashion magazines. My mouth fell into an "O" and I threw my arms around her. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"You’re welcome, you’re welcome, you’re welcome! Gosh, maybe you didn’t take after your mom too much," she laughed, squeezing me.

Soon my bed was hidden under a mountain of gifts—a leather-bound monogram journal from Uncle Jasper, a laptop from Uncle Emmett, a designer tote bag from Aunt Rose, and vintage pearl necklace from Grandfather Carlisle and Grandmother Esme. Then my parents handed me a small blue velvet box. I pushed it open with my thumb and the lid sprang open to reveal a set of keys that I recognized.

"Er, thanks for the keys to your truck, Mom," I hooked the key ring with my little finger and swung them in front of my face.

"No, silly, they’re you’re keys now," my mom giggled.

"I wanted to get you a new car, but your mother insisted that her first car be your first car," my dad reasoned, kissing my mother’s temple.

"Wow, REALLY? But I thought it was junked?" I remembered my mom telling me the stories behind her ‘before’ and ‘after’ cars.

"Well, your father found that it was only a loose wire," she raised an eyebrow at him and pushed her fist playfully into his stomach. "She’s running as good as new now."

"Thank you so much. I love everything," I stood to hug everyone.

"One more, from Grandpa Charlie. He gave this to me to give to you before he and Sue left on their honeymoon," my mom murmured as she loosened her arms from around me. She produced a plain white box and nestled it into my arms. I sat on my bed and pulled it open. A dark blue sweatshirt with a large yellow ‘F.H.S.’ emblazoned across the front stared back at me.

"No way!" I squealed, pulling the sweatshirt over my head. They all laughed at me.

"You’ll be the ‘new girl’ at Forks High come October 5th," my father kissed my hair. "My little lady," he whispered.

"Since no one but Grandpa Charlie knows we live in the area anymore, we figured it wouldn’t hurt to enter you late in the semester as a new student, just like I was," my mom caressed my cheek.

"Ehem," Jacob coughed from behind everyone. "I haven’t given you my gift yet." Everyone fell silent. Jacob was known for doing something crazy and terribly showy for my birthday. Last year he had had a star named after me and had planned a late-night picnic for the entire family where we ended up taking turns looking at my star in the telescope he had also bought me.

My aunts, uncles, grandparents, and mom and dad formed a loose half-circle around me, leaving Jacob dead center. He took both my hands in his and brought my knuckles to his lips. He freed one of his hands to dig a small wooden box from his pocket. It was carved into a perfect heart. He looked into my eyes and opened the lid. We looked back down at the box together and my heart faltered. There, in the cradle of the heart-shaped box, lay a pewter ring with a black heart-shaped stone.

"Jacob, you didn’t..." my mother edged forward.

"Don’t get excited, Bells, it’s just a promise ring," Jacob took the ring from the box and slid it onto my right ring finger.

"Just a promise ring?" my dad towering over me now, inspecting my hand and staring Jacob down.

"Edward, you know there will never be anyone else for me. And I know that Nessie feels the same way about me. I just thought this might be a nice way to show it. Especially all those high school idiots who’ll be swarming around her," Jacob knotted his fingers in mine. "We’re ready."

My mom and dad exchanged meaningful glances. My mom was the first between them whose face softened into an accepting smile.

My dad sighed heavily, but offered a single nod to Jacob.

I gazed into my own eye, reflected in the black heart on my finger.

Jacob threw his arms around my shoulders.

"I see you ‘that way’," he whispered into my ear, his lips brushing my earlobe.

I buried my face in his shoulder, but my palm found his cheek.

I love you, My Jacob.