As Jacob and Renesmee begin to take the next steps in their relationship, things take a turn for the worst. When the past comes back to haunt them, will it ruin their relationship, or streghthen it? Does love really conquer all? Or will love be the source of all their problems?
This is the sequel to Unknown Desire. I recommend you read that first, or you'll probably be confused.
7. Chapter 7
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“Hey, Rose.” I smiled at her.
“Hey, Nessie!” she rushed to hug me, trying to make it less obvious that she had pulled me out of Jacob's grip.
“Dog.” she spat.
“HEY!” I screamed before it got any further. They both looked to me. “You two are about to be related...some how. You better start getting along. I don't have a pet leech and I don't have a pet dog so those names are DONE. Nobody here has less than a 4.0 GPA, and we're all pretty nice, so nobody's a moron or a bitch. Got it?” they both nodded.
“You're Rosalie, and you're Jacob, and I'm Nessie. Nothing else, got it?!” they nodded again, and I smiled smugly.
“Now you two are going to spend some time together. Goodbye!” I turned away.
“NO!!” they both yelled.
“No yelling!” Esme called. “Listen to her!” she added. I giggled.
“Why can't you two just get along?” I demanded.
“Because he's a-” Rosalie stopped herself. “We can't get along!”
“Do it for me?” I begged her.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” she stalked off. I shrugged and skipped over to Jake.
“Well, I just have to try my dress on for Alice today.... then we can leave.” I told him.
“Deal.” he smiled. I pecked his lips, then skipped upstairs to an impatient Alice.
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Of coarse, the dress fit the same way it did yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that.... and tomorrow.
“Thanks, Alice. See you later.” I hugged her.
“Fine, go ahead and leave.” she huffed sarcastically.
“Love ya!” I called and flew down the stairs anxiously. “Hey.” I smiled at my fiancée.
“Hi.” he smiled. I yawned out of nowhere.
“Tired much?” he laughed. I nodded. “Come on.” he took my hand and we got in the car and drove home.
“I'm getting ready for bed.” I announced and went to do so. I put on a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt.
He laughed. “Nice shorts.” he teased me when I came back to bed.
“Oh shut up.” I muttered and climbed into bed. “You know you like it.” I giggled.
“Of coarse I do.” he murmured really close to my ear.
“Don't get any ideas, mister!” I warned. “Not until our wedding night. Be good.”
He sighed. “I promise I'll be good, but I'll be having lots of ideas.”
“You're so bad.” I giggled.
“As bad as y- hey, wait, that's not fair! You're teasing me.” he accused.
“I know I am.” I grinned and turned to face him. I kissed him for a moment.
“Hey, I thought you just told me to be good.” he teased.
“I didn't say no kissing.” I reminded him.
“That's right.” and that shut him up easily.
“I can't wait to marry you.” I sighed once we broke away.
“Me either. One week, six days, and...” he craned his neck to see the clock. “about 14 hours.”
“Aww.” I grinned. “You counted.”
“Why, of coarse I did. I know I cannot wait to marry you.” he said.
“I know how you feel. I want to be Renesmee Black.”
“I love the sound of that.” he murmured.
“Really? How about Mrs. Black.” I purred.
“Mrs. Jacob Black.” I giggled. He kissed me lovingly for a moment.
“Goodnight.” I sang once I pulled away. I turned my back to him and settled into his arms. His warmth radiating on to me put me right to sleep.
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