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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


8. Together

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"So you don't remember what happened?" I knew I was getting annoying. I had asked the question a hundred times.

"Nessie, it doesn't matter how many times you ask me the question. The answer isn't going to magically change." Jacob shook his head, frustrated.

I sighed. "I'm sorry. I know I'm getting on your nerves." I had tried not to ask the question so many times, but I wanted to know so badly. I wanted to know so I could find them and make them suffer the way Jacob had. Jacob put his hand to my face and looked at me adoringly.

"Sweetie, you aren't getting on my nerves. I am. I wish I could remember." He shook is head again. He was beating himself up.

"Oh, Jake. I'm sorry. Just stop thinking about it. We'll figure it out later. You should be resting." I kissed his forehead. When I started to lean up he caught me and pulled me to his lips. I wasn't surprised by the shock that it sent through my body. I had gotten used to it. He pulled me closer, pressing his lips harder against mine. Our mouths moved together passionately. I slipped my tongue through his lips and began moving it with his. He pulled my body closer to his. A cough came from outside the room, startling us. I jerked up to see my father's figure glide past the door. I rolled my eyes and Jake chuckled.

"What's so funny?" I asked, playing with his shaggy hair.

"Nothing. I just let my thoughts get away with me." He laughed and winked at me.

"Oh." I blushed a little bit at the thought of my father hearing Jacob think that way. I thought he was interrupting in protest, but he was trying to keep things from going any further. Jacob laughed again, laying his hand on mine. "What?" I asked, confused about what was funny now.

"The look on your face. Don't worry, Renesmee. I'll never do anything you don't want me to do." He squeezed my hand gently.

I thought about it for a minute. I imagined Jacob's bare body pressing against mine, his soft touch all over me. I imagined his lips trailing my neck and ears. I imagined my hands running over his flexing muscles. I imagined looking up into his adoring black eyes, making love for the first time. Why would I not want that?

"Renesmee! Please! I can hear you!" I heard my father's voice from the next room, fuming. The shock of the words brought me back to reality. It was then that I realized I was only a couple of inches from Jacob's face. I had subconsciously moved closer. He just sat there looking at me with a huge smile on his face.

"Sounds like someone else is letting their thoughts get away with them too." He chuckled and leaned forward to lock my lips in a quick kiss. I blushed and pulled back.

"Only because you brought it up!" I was so embarrassed. It was true though. I hadn't thought of it until he brought it up.

"Sure, Sure." He said with a smug grin. I rolled my eyes, knowing there was no way to win the argument. Instead, I changed the subject.

"So how are you feeling?" I looked down at his bandaged body. He had a broken leg, two broken ribs, and a broken collarbone. His cuts and gashes had all pretty much healed by now. He frowned a little.

"I'm just sick of being in this bed." He was so eager to be with the pack looking for the vampire that hurt him. I was too, but Edward had forbid me the second it entered my thoughts. I decided to distract our thoughts from that before he started getting frustrated again.

"You don't like my bed? Haven't you been dreaming about being in my bed?" I laughed as he rolled his eyes.

"This isn't exactly how I pictured it, Nessie." He smirked and squeezed my hand again.

"That's for sure." My father's voice was right behind me now. I turned to look up at him. I was surprised to see him grinning. "Are you two hungry? It's been a while since you've eaten."

I hadn't noticed how hungry I was until he'd mentioned it. My stomach groaned at me, quietly. Jake's basically roared. We laughed. "I think that's a yes from Jake. I'm pretty hungry myself."

"Alright. I'll go see if I can make something for you." He laughed for a second, looking at Jacob. "Ok, Jake. I'll get Bella to do it. She was human a little more recently than I was." He shook his head and walked out.

"Renesmee?" Jacob used my full name, alerting me that he wanted to say something serious. I looked down at him. His face looked troubled.

"What is it?" Aside from his cursing and groaning while Carlisle was setting his bones, I had seen nothing but a smile on his face since I had kissed him in the forest four days ago.

He sighed before he began again. "I promised myself that I would tell you what imprinting was when you were ready to know. I think it's time I told you." He didn't look very happy about it. He looked almost sad. My palms began sweating. I didn't want to hear it if it was something bad.

"Jake, it doesn't matter. I don't need to know. I just want to be with you. I love you." I kissed him softly. He pulled back. It stung a little bit. It was the first time he hadn't kissed me back after I'd kissed him.

"Nessie, please. You need to know. You deserve to know why you feel the way you feel." He had taken his hand off mine. I didn't like the distance he was putting on for this conversation. And what did he mean by "why?" I already knew why I loved him.

"What are you talking about?" I was afraid of the answer I was going to get, but he'd confused me and now I needed to know.

"Well, you see... imprinting is...well, it's..." He was having so much trouble putting his words together. It made me even more nervous. "Hm. Ok, imprinting is when you see someone and form and instant bond with them. Well, I guess technically you don't have to see them... Ok, before you were born, when Bella was pregnant with you, I was always drawn to Bella. I couldn't understand why. I thought it was because I was in love with her. I thought I was just torturing myself. I would come over here nearly every day. It felt like something was pulling me here. Well, I was there when you were born. When they got you out and Rose took you downstairs, I suddenly didn't feel drawn to Bella anymore. So I walked downstairs. That's when I first saw you." His eyes glittered at that statement. "Rose was holding you over her shoulder. There you were, just staring at me. At that moment, I knew that there would never be anything in this world more important to me than you. You were just a baby, but you stared at me like you knew I belonged to you. It was the best moment of my life." He shook his head at himself. His face had changed from worried to blissful. His smile was beaming. He looked at me and gathered his face. "It wasn't until recently that I noticed that the imprint has some sort of pull for you too. I never thought you were bonded as closely to me as I was to you... but that night at the bonfire..." He stopped, his face twisted painfully.

I grabbed his face in my hands. "Jacob. Stop it. Don't start beating yourself up about that. It doesn't matter now. Now I know you love me... and I love you." I leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped me.

"You don't care why you love me? It doesn't bother you that you have no control over it? Renesmee, I don't want to make you love me. It's not fair. I want you to be able to choose who you love. I want you to be happy." I shook my head at him and chuckled.

"You actually think the reason I'm in love with you is because of some wolfy bond that we've shared since my birth?" He furrowed his brow in confusion. I laughed again. "Jake, that's not the reason I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you because you've always been there for me, because you adore me more than anyone in the world ever could, because you know me better than anyone else, because you make me laugh, because you make me happy. Jake, you make me happy. I could never be as happy with anyone as I am with you. Maybe the imprint is the reason you've stuck around so much for the past four years, but it's not the reason I fell in love. You are the reason I fell in love." A smile began to creep up his face. He pulled me to him and kissed me gently. He sat back and flashed another bright smile.

"You're the reason I fell in love too. You've become such an incredible person. I'm really glad the imprint allowed me to witness that. I love you, Renesmee." His face was so gentle as he spoke the words I'd been waiting to hear. I couldn't help myself. My lips were against his the second he got his sentence out. I felt him stiffen from the shock of the kiss, then, relax as he kissed me back. He held my face in his hands, sweetly. I pressed myself against him, trying to get as close to him as possible. He groaned in pain and I sat up immediately. He laughed as I stared down at him worried. "Getting a little carried away?"

"Sorry." I blushed bright red. He laughed and grabbed my hand to squeeze it.

"Um... the food's ready." My father stood in the door. He looked like he felt awkward.

I know. I thought. We're going to have to find somewhere else to do that.