Just to let you know this is not a Jacob/Renesmee fiction

As much as I'd like to, I do not own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse or Breaking Dawn. These are the sole property of Stephenie Meyer.

POV: Renesmee

Please review! xxxxx

My Jacob

Jacob swung me up onto his huge shoulders, grinning.

"Jake I'm too big for you to carry me like this any more!" I squealed, though I wrapped my arms around the top of his head.

"Nessie don't be daft," he scoffed. "You're as light as a feather to me." He stood on his tiptoes, my head dangerously close to the ceiling.

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously. He was humming under his breath. Overly cheerful.

Jacob took one of my hands and squeezed it in his. His hand was much, much bigger than mine. "For a walk."

I slipped off his shoulders and onto his back so I could get a better grip. There was so much of him I could barely get my arms round.

"It's sunny outside," I protested. I knew the limits. To be sure he understood, I gave him an image of me shining in the sunlight. I no longer had to use physical contact to get my images across but I often did out of habit.

"Don't worry, your parents know about this."

"Do they?" I asked cautiously. It was rare my mom let me go out with Jacob alone. She was always watching us when we were alone. I had a physical age, as she put it, of nearly sixteen and I was slowing to a stop. She said my emotions were bound to mature as well, although I never really understood what she meant.

"Well, your dad does," he grinned, winking.

"Jake!" I groaned. His eyes sparkled at me.

"Come on, Ness," he chuckled. It was a new nickname that I had chosen myself; nobody willingly wanted to be nicknamed Nessie. I smiled.

"Okay," I mumbled in his ear. I closed my eyes. "Surprise me."

I heard him shake slightly with laughter and then he was running off. After we left the house I couldn't resist tilting my head back and tasting the air. It was tainted with Jacob's musky smell, but behind that I could taste seawater. I sniffed.

"That's cheating!" he accused, still running. I pinched my nose.

"Sorry," I said, in a weird voice. He laughed again.

It felt odd without a sense of smell. I kept my eyes shut, but I could hear clearly now the rushing of waves. As he slowed to a stop, he swung me round so I was in front of him. He peeled my hand away from my face.

Slowly I opened my eyes. Jacob kept his cheery mood up, but I could see his eyebrows pulling together slightly.

"What's up?" I asked. He let me go, lowering me to the ground. I was quite a bit shorter than his 6'7". Sometimes he seemed taller than that. I lifted my face so I could see him clearer.

"Jake are you okay?"

"I'm… thinking," he sighed.

His eyes continued to stare into mine and I felt myself blushing, a trait I had to thank my mother for. He smiled and brushed his hands through my hair.

"I suppose you know I'm… we're… inseparable," he began, biting his lip. I kept my hands at my sides.

"I was just wondering if you felt," he smiled to himself, "more?"

My eyebrows raised. "What do you mean?"

He played with one of my bronze curls. "Have you ever imagined yourself with anyone?"

"Oh." I rolled my eyes. "That."

Jacob placed his hands on my shoulders. "Sorry, I'm not making myself very clear, am I?" he chuckled, mainly to himself. I waited.

His face turned serious and he cupped my chin in his right hand softly. "I love you, Renesmee," he said clearly. "And I always will."

"Oh no," I moaned. "Jake?"

His eyes blinked quickly and I could sense the rejection sinking into him. His eyes turned angry.

"Not again," he growled. He was silent for a bit. "I've waited six years and I want to know now." I saw the trembles before he did. He fought to control himself.

"Please, Ness," he moaned. "I can't hurt you, but I can hurt myself."

I'd heard this line, slightly differently of course, in one of my mom's stories about Jacob when she was human. I remembered the reason for it and shuddered.

"Don't lie," I whispered. "It scares me."

"Nessie I've seen the applications," he growled. "Why didn't you tell me you're going to school?"

"Mom didn't want you to… interfere," I mumbled. His hands gripped my arms tightly. His grip would have splintered any normal human bone. I winced.

"I don't want you taken away from me," he said, and I could see the pain in his eyes. "If some kid from high school wins your heart, I would kill myself. It's not the same this time, you're my soul mate." I winced again, this time at his stupid choice of words.

"Jacob please, leave me alone," I said angrily. I was starting to get a little freaked out.

"I can't hurt you," he repeated.

"But you might," I hissed, under my breath so he couldn't hear.

His eyes turned to me, wild and desperate.

Then I felt him sweeping me backwards. He pushed me onto a piece of driftwood and without giving me a chance to catch my breath crushed his lips against mine angrily. I kept myself still. His hands pulled me against him and I frowned at the desperate way he was kissing me. I pushed him away to breathe but he pulled me back, strengthened with the moment.

"Kiss me back," he growled.

I stiffened, squeezing my eyes shut and let the first tear choke out.

He slowed down his movements, his thoughts caught up with his actions.

I felt him pull away.

"Sorry," he whispered.

I fought back the tears as I streaked across the beach, back to the house. He didn't come after me.