Chapter 1:
Renesmee's POV
I placed my hand on Jacob's cheek and looked up, into his eyes. I showed him what I gad just seen. He gasped in horror.
"Nessie!" His face was amused. Clearly he thought it was funny. He spoke to me between laughs. "Didn't – you – think – to knock?" I couldn't stop a giggle fro coming out between my lips.
"I did!" I said, defending myself. "But nobody answered, so I thought it was safe." I smiled up at him and his answering smile was amazing.
We started laughing again. Laughing at how I had just walked in on Aunty Rose and Uncle Emmett having a 'special' moment. I remember seeing their shocked and embarrassed faces when I screamed "Ewwwww…" Then I remember them falling to the floor, a jumbled, tangled mess. I ran out of that room and straight to Jacob. I told him what I had seen and so on.
Then I could hear Uncle Emmett. Yelling through the trees and ferns to where Jacob and I sat laughing. He sounded panicked.
"Ness, Nessie! It's not what you think!" Then I heard Momma's voice. She was yelling at Emmett, demanding to know what was going on. "Emmett! Why don't you tell me what she thinks?!" I bet she already knows what I think.
I grabbed Jacob's hand, stood up and started to walk back towards the house but Jacob stopped me. Then, in the distance but not too far away, I heard a wolf's howl. It was probably Seth. He's really cool, he likes us.
"They need me." Jacob sounded sad, but distracted. I slipped my hand out of his and skipped back towards the house, away from Jacob; my best friend.
When I got there, everyone was standing on the porch, waiting for my arrival. Everyone was looking at me, except for Aunty Rose, who stood in the back looking embarrassed.
I felt my cheeks grow warm, and they probably looked very pink to everyone looking at me. "Please, come inside, Nessie." Daddy said calmly, speaking under his breath.
"Sure thing." I tried to sound happy, like I didn't really care or it didn't really matter. But my voice raised an octave and Dad just raised an eyebrow at me.
I strutted past them, holding my head high. I was trying to make them laugh, but it was a failed attempt.
I went over to the couch (the comfiest one) and sat. They all followed in behind me gracefully, scattering around the room.
I noticed Aunty Rose and Uncle Emmett in the corner. Aunty Rose had her face in her hands, but still managing to look at me while Uncle Emmett sat next to her, holding her hand and rubbing her shoulder.
I heard him whisper, "It's okay, Rose. Don't worry. It doesn't matter." Aunty Rose just kept looking at me. I couldn't look at her anymore because her gaze was starting to freak me out.
Momma and Daddy were whispering something too low for me to hear. I hadn't noticed that I was slightly bouncing up and down until Jasper suddenly said, "Stop bouncing, Nessie!" After that I felt really calm and I knew that was of Jasper's doing.
I looked over toward Dad, who I think was trying to decide what he would say.
"Of course I'm thinking that! Nessie," He said in a softer voice, "You're only six, nearly seven. But still!" I could tell he was angry, but why? I didn't do anything wrong.
"I know." He told me, lowering his voice slightly. "But what am I supposed to say?!" He thought for a moment, then he turned to look at Aunty Rosalie and Uncle Emmett.
They looked up, their eyes filled with questions to look at Dad. Then Daddy yelled, "Emmett! You did it, you tell it!" Uncle Emmett and Aunty Rose's faces first became surprised, then became stubborn.
"No!" They both yelled. "You're her father!" Emmett screamed. "You tell her!"
Daddy and Uncle Emmett looked really upset and angry. They both jumped up and went into attack crouches. They growled at each other. It was ear splitting.
After a few minutes I covered my ears and ran outside to go find a tree to sit in and cry. I didn't mean to cause a fight.
I didn't realise until I was actually sitting in a tree that someone was following me. My face was all wet and I just wanted to be alone. So I turned around and growled at whoever it was that was following me.
I regretted what I was doing straight away because it turned out to be Grandma.
She opened her arms, welcoming me and I ran to her. When I started crying even worse, she just hugged me tighter.
After a while my sobbing quietened and Grandma slowly loosened her arms from around me. She held my shoulder's, staring into my eyes.
"You are six years old, Renesmee, sweetheart." She said, speculating. "But you look and act," she paused. "You look and act like you're fifteen." She quickly finished.
"So what are you getting at?" I asked her. She confused me. What does my age have to do with anything?
She looked into my eyes again. I think she was deciding what to say. Was it just me, or did everything just go quiet?
"You see, Nessie, dear." Her words came together faster like she didn't want to do this. "When a man and a woman love each other very much, they decide to celebrate that love."
"Do you mean kissing?" I interrupted.
"Well, yes, that's part of it." I still didn't know what she was talking about, so I decided to ask her upfront.
"Please just say whatever it is that you are wanting to say Grandma." She knows that I will not laugh or curse or cry because of something important that she wants to tell me; unless that's what I'm supposed to do.
I don't know why but I wanted this conversation to end shortly, even though I have no idea what this is all about. "Do you know what I'm talking about, Ness, darling?"
"No, Grandma I don't know. Please tell me. I can handle it.
"I sure hope so." She muttered.
"Just tell me!" I demanded, stamping my foot on the ground. I don't like to yell at grandma, anyone really but it was really bothering me that she wouldn't just say it and she was also really shifty. Hr eyes couldn't stay in one place for longer than a second.
"It's called sex!" She nearly yelled at me but she said it in her kind, motherly voice so it was a mixture of lots of things.
"What did you say?" I asked Grandma, stunned. "Sex?" There was definite disbelief in my tone.
"Yes." She answered me kindly. "I think that you should know."
That's when she went into details.
It was weird learning all these new things. It was very interesting. Although I wouldn't have minded someone else telling me these things, I was glad it was Grandma. She's so kind and loving. How can you not listen to everything she says. So, I just sat there, listening. Though I would ask a question occasionally, at least I knew these things.
