What if Jacob ran away after being rejected by Bella and being threatened to have his jaw broken? Jacob wasn't there for the fight. He didn't know about Bella and Edward's engagement, and he definitely didn't know about Renesmee. It is a year after he ran off, and he has finally come back. But what does he find?
This story is going to end up switching from Bella and Jacob's POV. When I say he ran away after he got rejected by Bella, I mean after the first time he kissed her, aka assaulted her. Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with twilight. I am not Stephenie Meyer, sadly. I just like wting twilight fanfic.=] Enjoy the story!
8. Out and About
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I took my baby-sitting duties very seriously. This was Nessie we were talking about after all; how could I not do my best? It wouldn’t make any sense for me not to.
Within a few days of beginning my job as babysitter, I became bored of sitting around the house, either mine or Edward and Bella’s, and decided to take Nessie out for a walk.
Renesmee burst out the door at the chance, running straight into the small patch of grass adjacent to her home. She skipped around, enjoying the fresh air from being cooped up in the house, as she sported a wide grin. She must have been just as bored as I was sitting in that house all day; her actions had proved that to be true.
I jogged over to her little play area and grabbed onto her tiny hand, determined to make this a real walk. She smiled even wider, and grasped my hand tighter, really showing her strength level.
I tried to keep my steps small and close together so that she wouldn’t fall behind as we strolled along the line of trees, but it was no use. I still saw the little girl having to practically run to keep up with my unusually wide stride. She didn’t seem to have a problem with it though.
My eyes fell upon glints of sunlight coming out from the shade of the trees. The lights appeared to be coming in thin streams down onto a wide, open town square.
Edward had been right; we really weren’t very far from civilization. We hadn’t even gone half a mile out and were now coming up to a town.
I got that small town feel the second I stepped foot in it. I was comforted by this as it reminded me of what I felt when I was at home, instead of across the country. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to adjust after all; if there were more similarities to Washington like this.
The streets weren’t exactly bustling, but they still gave off a feel of a crowded, yet happy day in the life of this quaint little town. It made me feel at home, as if I really was right back in Washington, in my garage, with Bella by my side as we went on talking for hours. I felt like I belonged here, on the other side of the country, backed up by the rest of my new pack, my newfound vampire family, and of course the cute little girl with her hand presently wrapped around my finger, since it couldn’t fit around the rest of my hand.
I grasped Renesmee’s hand tighter as she attempted to pull me over to what looked like a tiny bookstore. I followed her all the same, however, never being able to deny her. She turned her head to the side and grinned up at me before making a motion with her arms for me to pick her up, presumably to show me something, seeing as she wasn’t fond of speaking aloud.
I gently grabbed her around the waist and lifted her to rest on my right arm as my left held her upright. She immediately reached her hand up to my cheek and relayed her image of the shelves of books that were present in her old home, before switching to a picture of the almost empty shelf in her new house, and then to the storefront of the bookstore ahead of us. She pictured herself going through all the books, looking for something new and challenging, while I would lift her to reach the higher things. The sense of longing that came through her imagination seeped into my mind and I knew that she would love books as much if not more than her mother.
I smiled back at her and began to walk towards the store, still holding her due to my knowledge of her wanting to reach up high on the shelves.
Her face lit up when her eyes laid on the many books scattered throughout the small room inside. Her tiny hand came again to rest on my cheek, showing me a picture of me helping her to reach up to the highest level on the nearest bookshelf. I instantly complied and brought her up to reach over to the book she’s been staring at.
Her small fingers latched on the worn blue binding of a rather thick book, flipping it open and skimming through the pages. She read over a few spots appreciatively as I looked over her shoulder to see what she could be reading at only a year old, no matter that she in no way acted her age.
My eyes bulged at the sight of what must be a college level book, certainly never meant for such a small child to read. She just looked up at me and smiled though, and I was immediately okay with it.
I still was a little worried about her growing up too fast, however. Most would think I would want her to grow up as fast as possible, so that I could be with her in a romantic way, but I wanted her to have a childhood, not be deprived of one just because of her parentage.
I beamed down at the adorable little girl and we were locked in a silent moment of contentment, the outside world holding no outside interest.
Our perfect silence was quickly broken by a relatively loud snarl that seemed to be coming from the other side of the bookshelf, a pair of dark eyes that seemed to be moving with a trembling body visible through the hole in the books.