Renesmee P.O.V
I studied my perfect figure in the mirror. It was odd that such a thing came from such shocking circumstances. I had forgiven my father and Grandfather Cullen long ago for wanting to cut me from my mother. I had forgiven the fact that if it hadn't been for Auntie Rose, Grandmother Cullen and mother, I wouldn't be here now. But one thing that was unforgivable at the moment was the way mother treated Jacob. A "normal" teenage girl would probably call him a boyfriend, but he is so much more than that. He is my other half, my soul mate and...
"Jacob, I'm only in my bra! Get out!"
Also the most annoying person in the world. But when you love someone, you can excuse them of the minor things.
He grinned and backed out of my bedroom door with one hand held above his head in surrender and the other behind his back. I turned around sighing.
Mother treats Jacob sometimes like she wishes he would just disappear which Auntie Rose seems to back up. She knows how we feel about each other, and yet still blatantly cringes when she sees us holding hands, or walks in on us kissing. She tries to shun him out so much; does she not see how much it hurts me? But the off thing is, Jacob doesn't mind or blame her. Weird.
I have known Jacob since I was born and he has always been there for me. It was only a year or two ago that I took the plunge for a first kiss.
We were at his house and his Dad, Billy, was out fishing with Grandad Swan. Jacob took me upstairs to his room and we were sat on the bed.
"Jake, Nickelback split up years ago," I said, looking at a poster on his wall.
"They are still better than 'Mozart' or 'Debussy' Nes. They died years ago."
I tried to frown at him but couldn't help a giggle. The next thing I knew, he was leaning forward. Was he coming towards me, or just leaning in to switch on his cd player? I wasn't sure, but I had this jolt of strong emotion that leapt through me. It was like lightening, short and snappy but leaving behind a strong feeling. I leaned in too and kissed him. At first he was too shocked to respond and I thought about pulling back, my ears turning scarlet, but then he kissed back. At first gentle, but then hard and persistent, his hands creeping around my back and down to my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, I thought it would be strange seeing as he had been my best friend and nothing more for so long, but it wasn't. Everything about it was right.
His hands were wondering around my body like I had never thought they could before, and I responded by doing the same. Never before had I experience this kind of joy, it was like searching for some precious buried gems for years on end, and finding them right there in your pocket. Like that, but better.
I later found out that he had been reaching over to the cd player, but couldn't have been happier that his finger never found the switch.
I turned around now and took a brush out of my little bedside draw in the little cottage I call home. The silver back of the brush glinted in the light shining from my window. Etched into the brush was 'My beloved Nessie' in italic writing. It had been a present from Jake, one of his many "Spur of the moment, couldn't help myself" gifts. I glided it through my bronze coloured hair, through the silky bronze curls all the way down to my waist.
I heard my phone vibrate from somewhere behind me and whipped around, scooping it up as I went. I slid up the phone and saw a text from Jacob.
It read "You have been in there too long. Get something on quick 'cause I'm coming in 30 seconds, decent or not"
I dashed round to the grand wardrobe that stood looming by my bed, and grabbed a grey and baby blue striped top. The phone vibrated again with the message "Incoming". All I heard was the creek of the wooden door and then felt hands around my waist; one hand clutching a bunch of what I could smell was freshly picked flowers. I smiled up at him and he returned the smile, his face carved with the same radiance it always had when our faces met.
I took the flowers from him, breathing in their divine scent, and half walked half skipped to already full vase of flowers from last week. I carefully tucked the new flowers in, making sure they looked as lovely as auntie Alice made hers look from uncle Jasper. I stood back and admired my arrangement skills before turning back to Jacob and walking forward to perch on his lap.
"Jake, if you bring any next week, that vase will over flow."
"Well I shall just have to get you another one, bigger this time," he smiled. Great. Without meaning too, I had given him another excuse to get me something. It wasn't like he was rolling in money either. Most of his gifts, like the hairbrush, were handcrafted.
"Nessie, I was thinking..."
Suddenly the door creaked again and my mothers head was around the door. "Jacob, how many times, her name is Renesmee." She said though still smiling forcibly. Jake took it well though and simply replied
"Sure thing Mrs. C."
He wouldn't say what he wanted to now that he new my parents were back from hunting. Not here anyway.
"Nes...Renesmee, let's go to the beach in la push shall we?"
