True Love by Fate
What if Jacob hadn't met Renesmee when she was a baby, but when she was long past maturity? What if Jacob didn't know Bella was even having a child at all? This is what I thought would happen.
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1. Chapter 1
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It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over La Push. In his bed, Jacob shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.
Jacob rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force denied him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his shirt, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.
The halls were silent as he walked in the dark. He did not know where he was going, or even why, but his body seemed to move on its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past his father's bedroom, past the dining hall, past the guest bedroom, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Jacob's right made him gasp in shock. A body!
"Holy...!" Jacob shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure's arm.
Now that he was closer, he could see that this was a young hybrid of Forks, a princess by the looks of her, who appeared to be no more than 17 years old. But she was in dire need of help. Her clothes were torn and bloody, and her hair was matted with dirt. She needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Jacob picked up the wounded princess and, cradling her in his arms, carried her inside to seek the help that was so despairingly needed.
"Her situation is severe," Billy said in a worried voice. "Whether or not she will live until morning is beyond my sight. My team of healers will do the best they can, but..." his voice trailed off.
Jacob could sense his fear. There was a good chance the young hybrid might die. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked.
Billy joylessly shook his head. "Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with her. She will need to see an empathic face when she wakes up from this mishap, and you are the closest thing she has right now."
"I understand," said Jacob. "And I will stay with her for as long as it takes. I will not let her die."
With that, Jacob turned and hurried to the room where the damaged princess was being housed. She was surrounded by healers, all of them wore the same concerned expression. They had washed her body and dressed her wounds with healing salve, but still the hybrid showed no signs of improvement. Her breathing was shallow, and her pulse was weak. One healer turned to Jacob with a defeated sigh.
"It will be an uphill battle," she said. "We have done all we can currently. Now, we can only wait and see if she wakes."
Jacob nodded courageously. "I will stay with her through the night and keep watch as she sleeps."
One by one, the healers left the bedside, the last one closing the door behind her. In the flickering candle light, Jacob dipped a square of cloth in the bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured hybrid's arm. Then, taking up the princess's lax hand, he settled into his bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night.
"Where... where am I?"
Jacob yanked awake with a start when he heard the words spoke. He stared down at his patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through his body. The hybrid was alive! And from the looks of things, she was on her way to making a full recovery.
"You are in La Push," Jacob told her. "I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly perished on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father's healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here."
"My name is Renesmee," said the hybrid. "I come from Forks. I was on an errand from my father, to deliver an important message to Aro in Volterra. But last night... All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of foul vampires. At least 17 surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my knife for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead."
Jacob smiled at her. "The stars must shine favorably on you. To live through such an ordeal... that is more than mere luck." It was more than luck, too, that Renesmee had wound up in La Push and Jacob had found her. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Renesmee was meant to be here, and Jacob was meant to have found her. Why, Jacob did not know. But it felt so certain.
It also did not hurt that Renesmee was one of the most gorgeous individuals Jacob had ever seen. Her spiral-curled bronze hair was perfectly matched with large, dark brown eyes set in a beautiful, pale face. And her carved body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Jacob could hardly suppress his covetousness to run his hands over that soft hair and flawless body. But he kept his emotions under control. Renesmee had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance.
Within three days, Renesmee had improved enough to leave her bed. Billy gave her a new set of clothes, and she was able to wander the halls and gardens by herself. But the one thing that troubled her was Jacob's absence. Since the morning when she had first awoken in La Push, she had not seen Jacob at all. It was as if her rescuer had simply disappeared. She had asked Billy where his son could be, but Billy had no answer. Jacob was gone without a trace.
Renesmee desired to speak with Jacob again, and properly thank him for saving her life. But she also just wanted to see the charming shape-shifter once more. She could not explain it, but she felt a deep connection to Jacob, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. She knew that Jacob was someone special. Someone she had to see again.
It was not until the sixth day after Renesmee had recovered that Jacob returned to La Push. He rode up the same path where Renesmee had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of evil vampires behind him. All 17 of them.
"Here are your evil vampires!" he called to Renesmee. "I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here."
Renesmee stared in surprise, eyes going wide. "You killed... all of them by yourself?"
"I cannot let such insecure creatures roam free in our lands," Jacob replied. "And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again."
Renesmee could feel her heart pounding as Jacob spoke. Jacob killed those evil vampires... for her. Before she could stop herself, she leapt at Jacob and threw her arms around his neck, kissing the brave shape-shifter on the lips.
Jacob laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. "What was that for?"
"Just a thank you," Renesmee said. She smiled, but when she saw the suddenly serious look in Jacob's eyes, the smile faded. "What is wrong?" she asked, worried.
"Renesmee," said Jacob, "I have to confess something to you. That first morning you were here... I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you then, but I did not know how you would react."
Renesmee gasped in shock. "Kiss...me?"
"I told myself I must not, because of the terrible ordeal you had just suffered. It was not the right time. But these past few days while I was gone, I could think only of you the entire time. And now..."
"Jacob..." Renesmee sighed his name. "I thought about you too. All the time, while you were gone. I was worried I would never see you again."
Jacob lifted his hand to caress Renesmee's cheek. "I am sorry I ran off like that. I should have said something to you."
Taking a deep breath, Renesmee said, "Jacob, there is something I have been thinking about over the past many days. I think we were meant to find each other. What happened to me... it was no accident of fate. I was meant to come here. You were meant to save me."
A bright smile broke across Jacob's face as soon as Renesmee had spoken. "You know," he said, "I had been thinking the same thing! That night when I found you I had been worried and unable to think. Some abnormal power led me out to the terrace, and that was when I saw you."
Renesmee took Jacob's hand. "So you think... we are meant to be together?"
"I have no doubt of it." Slowly, Jacob leaned in and kissed Renesmee gently on the lips. "I love you," he murmured sincerely.
"I love you too, Jacob," Renesmee muttered just as honestly in return.
After one week, Renesmee was well enough to travel home. Jacob was astonished to see that his Nessie's parents were the couple he tried so hard to get between many years ago. Now, he and Bella both have things they can't live without. About two years later, with Edward and Bella's blessing, Jacob and Nessie were married. That same year, they had a little bronze-haired, pale with a hint of russet-skinned, sea foam green-eyed baby boy named Caleb, and one year later, they also had a little black-haired, pale-skinned, chocolate brown-eyed baby girl named Bella. With their family, Jacob and Renesmee lived happily ever after.