Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters.
AN: In this story, Jacob never had a romantic relationship with Bella or imprinted on Renesmee. After the events of Breaking Dawn, the family relocated to coastal Maine taking Jacob (17) and Bree (15) with them. Jacob is now a junior in HS and lives with his guardians, Jasper and Alice whom took him in after the death of his father and problems within the tribe. Bree was adopted by Rose and Emmett who do their best to keep her on track. The families each have their own residence and hold jobs.
December 25th, 2012
Hope's POV
I sat in the back seat of my father's CR-V watching the snowfall outside my window as we traveled across the blustery roads through Camden, Me. The soft tunes of Christmas filled the vehicle lulling us into a sort of blissful relaxation. The trunk area was filled to overflowing with gifts from Grandma and Grampa McCallister. Since the elderly couple struggled to get out in this sort of weather, the family had decided to take their festivities on the road. It was late now, and two out of three of the McCallister kids slept soundly in the backseat. The sound of 4 year old Emmalyn's soft snores made me laugh. In the rearview, I could see Dad watching us all with an expression of fondness.
"Did you have a good Christmas, firefly?" I cringed at his use of the nickname I'd been tagged with for so long. I'm not even really sure how it came about, something to do with the fact that I was born in July on the day the fireflies made their appearance for the summer. Dad had called me that for as long as I could remember, but somehow even though it felt childish, it always managed to elicit a smile from my lips.
"Yeah, Dad, it was one for the books," I admitted.
"You know, you guys are lucky to have your grandparents, your mother and I don't have any left."
"I know," I nodded in agreement. Gram and Gramp were certainly starting to show their age, but they still managed to spoil each of us rotten.
"It makes you appreciate life, though," he said, thoughtfully before reaching over to take my Mom's hand. They rode like that for awhile. In the back, my eyes drooped, sleepily, lulled by the gentle rhythm of the vehicle. Mom and Dad continued to chatter softly about memories of Christmas' past. Mom's head rested on my father's shoulder. They'd never been afraid to show us just how in love they were, I only hoped one day I might experience a love like that. I was just about asleep when suddenly my mother's voice filled the vehicle as she screamed my father's name. My eyes popped open as frantically I sought out the source of her panic. All I could see were lights coming toward us.
"Hold on!" my father ordered, but I could hear it in his tone. this was going to be bad.
I only had enough time to react and wrap my body around my sister's car seat in an effort to shield her from the hit. My mother's hand reached back to grab my arm, squeezing tightly as though bracing us both. The sound of scraping came first followed by the sickening crumpling of metal. The younger kids awoke in terror as the jolt had been enough to tear them away from their slumber. Emma's cries filled the space while Dillan grasped onto me in terror. And then we plunged off the side of the bridge into the frigid, icy rapids below.