Renesmee begins to explore her romantic feelings for Jacob. It's the day he's been waiting for. When danger arises for both of them, how far will they go for each other? Renesmee's POV
1. Four Years Old
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Jacob Black stood towering over me. He was wearing just a pair of cut off shorts, as usual. His huge arms were already outstretched for a hug. His skin stretched tightly over the muscles of his arms. A sharp line was visible between the sculpted muscles of his chest and abs. A bright smile spread across his face, contrasting with his dark russet skin.
"Happy Birthday, Ness!" Jacob had me crushed in bear hug in seconds. My skin tingled from the heat of his bare chest. I sighed at the delightful feeling of being wrapped in his arms. I took in his scent, wonderful and woodsy. He tightened his embrace, cutting off my air supply. He was always forgetting how strong he was.
"Can't... Breathe... Jake." I strained, my face buried in his chest.
He dropped me to my feet gently. "Sorry." He muttered with a shrug. He looked at me for a quick second. "Well, kid. You don't look four." He smiled wryly. I rolled my eyes and he punched gently at my arm. "Hey, you know I'm messing with you." He laughed.
Jacob knew I hated it when people brought up my real age. It wasn't that I wanted to deny it. I've always been proud of who I am. I've never minded growing so quickly. It just didn't make any sense to call me four though. I was far past the maturity of a four-year-old. Hell, I was far past the maturity of a 20-year-old. I looked about the same age as the rest of my family, about seventeen or eighteen. I just didn't see the point in bringing it up all the time.
"I got you something." Jacob said. He held his hand out and in his palm was a set of keys. I looked up at him in surprise. A wide smile spread across his face. "Come on, let me show you." He turned and walked toward the garage beside his house. I squealed and followed behind him.
When we got to the garage, I could tell that Jacob was nearly bursting with excitement. A car was sitting next to his Rabbit with a cover over it. Jacob smiled at me. Asking if I was ready with his eyes. I nodded my head anxiously. He yanked the cover off in one quick motion. I squealed at the sight of my birthday present, a red 1973 Plymouth Scamp. It was beautiful. I ran and practically pounced on Jacob. "Holy crap, Jake! This is amazing!" I said as I hugged him. He laughed and wrapped his huge arms around me, holding me closer. I pulled free to look at my amazing present again. No wonder he had been keeping me away from La Push. I'd been so worried that he was mad at me, but he had just been building me a car. I laughed at myself for worrying about something so silly.
"I'll be honest, when I found her, she wasn't in the best shape." He started. I could tell he was about to give me a run down of everything he'd done to the car. "I did some restoring, and then some minor modifications. Now she's a terror." He continued. He raised one eyebrow as he spoke the word "terror." He went on telling me all the details about my new car, babbling about fuel injections and something called a slant six. I only knew some of what he was talking about, and the only reason was because I'd been around him for the entire four years I'd been on this earth. I loved watching him talk about cars. He was so passionate about them.
When he was done giving me the run down of the difference between the Valiant and the Scamp, he let me take it for a drive. I could almost hear the protest of my father in my head. I smiled at this as I pushed my foot down on the pedal. The engine roared and I could feel the power beneath my foot. Yes, my father would definitely hate this. After all, I wasn't unbreakable like the rest of my family, just really tough. Jacob smiled at me from the passenger seat as I flew toward my house to show off my new present. Did he not know how much trouble he would be in for this?
As we wound through the curvy road to the house Jacob's expression began to change to a more serious one. I placed my hand softly on his arm. I pictured my father's reaction with an inquisitive tone in my thoughts.
"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about." He said with a wary smile.
In truth, Jacob should be used to it by now. He was always getting in trouble with my father, mostly in his thoughts. I had asked him once what he was thinking that made Edward so angry. He just looked at me nervously and changed the subject, so I never brought it up again. "I'm sure it will be fine." I said.
I pulled up to the house and put the car in park. I was surprised that my father was not already waiting for me. I knew he would hear our thoughts about the car from miles away. I shut the car off and turned to look at Jacob. He was looking down at our entwined hands with an expression I didn't understand. I cocked my head to the side. "What is it, Jacob?" I asked, a little worried.
He looked up suddenly as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't. "What? Nothing." He said quickly. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. "Hey, where's Edward? I figured he'd be out here yelling by now." He said, changing the subject.
"I don't know. I was thinking the same thing." I looked at the door waiting for someone to burst through, but no one came. I shrugged and tightened my grip on Jacob's hand. "Maybe they're not here."
Jacob's expression changed again, thoughtful now. He looked like he was trying to figure out a difficult math problem. He looked down at our hands again. He smiled, as if it were the answer to all his questions. "Renesmee?" He used my full name, a rarity.
"Jake? What is it?" I was getting concerned about all these emotions on his face I'd never seen.
"You know I care about you, right?" He asked the question like it was possible I would say no. How could I not know? He'd always been there for me. He was my best friend. I knew he would do anything for me. He had always made that very clear. He was looking up at me now, his dark eyes searching mine.
"Of course I do." I said shaking my head at his ridiculous question. "I care about you too. You're my best friend."
I sensed a glint of frustration in hi expression, but he suppressed it quickly. He smiled at me. "Ok, I just wanted to make sure that you know you're loved, especially on your birthday." He squeezed my hand.
I shook my head again and chuckled to myself. Sometimes I just didn't get what Jacob was going on about. "Thanks, Jake." I said.
I leaned over and kissed his cheek gently. My lips were on fire the second they touched his skin. They tingled and longed to linger on his skin. I was surprised by the reaction my body had to the kiss. If I was being honest with myself, sometimes I did wonder what it would be like if Jacob and I were more than friends. I usually dismissed the idea immediately, realizing that he would never be interested in that. But my body had never reacted this way to Jacob. In that one moment, I felt so drawn to him. It was as if he was what my entire world revolved around. I remembered my mother once telling me that Jacob had been her sun during a dark time in her life. Right now I felt as if he was the sun and the moon and the stars. He was everything. How could feelings like that just appear out of thin air? All it took was one innocent kiss on the cheek. I pulled back and stared out the windshield at the forest in front of the house.
Jacob must have seen the conflict on my face. "Are you ok, Nessie?" He asked, looking worried.
I wasn't sure how to answer. How could I tell my best friend that I just fell in love with him? What would he say?
Jake sniffed and wrinkled his nose. "Their back." He said, looking wary again.
I was suddenly aware of where I was again. My family had just gotten back and I was sitting outside in my new Plymouth Scamp, the same car Jacob had called a terror earlier.
"Jacob Black!" My father stood on the porch of our house with unmistakable anger in his eyes.
"Great." Jacob sighed, stealing the words straight out of my head. We looked at each other warily and stepped out of the car to speak with the angry vampire standing on the porch.
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