A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fanfic under this account, I've already written several chapters. If you like it, review me and I'll also try to look at your stories. My favorite pairing is Renesmeé and Jacob, so that's why I wrote this story. Enjoy!

A/F/N (author's friend note): Hello. I am Vampire148 (but you can call me Vampire/Vampy). I am the Mayor's 'editor,' if you will. Since the authoress wished me to, I take rightful credit of the title of this fanfiction.

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DISCLAIMER: As much as I wish I did, I do not own any Twilight characters. Those are a work of genius from Stephenie Meyer.

Summary:
It's been a few years since the birth of Renesmeé, and she is now almost fully grown. She and Jacob have recently discovered their feelings for each other, much to the disliking of Edward. How will they handle this situation? Rated M for lemons, probably in about chapter 5 or so.

Chapter 1: Intro/Discoveries

RPOV

As I gazed into his smoldering dark eyes, everything came back to my mind. He had always been there in my childhood, like an uncle. But as my mother told me many times, when I caught up to his age, he would become so much more. Though he wasn't one of my kind, we theorized that he could stay immortal. I was to stop aging at 18, and right now, we were both 16.

Throughout my earlier life, I had heard all the stories about my mother and Jacob. He loved her, and she loved him. But it was not meant to be, for she was deeper in love with my father. He was a vampire, and she wished to become one as so to stay with him for eternity. After many battles with other covens, my parents got married and honeymooned on an island privately owned by my grandfather.

My conception was a complete surprise, because no one knew vampires and humans could reproduce together. Being half-vampire, I nearly killed my mother while in her womb. When I was born, Edward turned Bella, my mother, into a vampire, as she was dying.

Shortly after I was born, Jacob fell in love with me. Jacob is a werewolf, and when they fall in love, they do what is called imprinting. In this process, the person they imprint on is typically younger. The werewolf then stays the same age until their love reaches that age. They then grow old together.

Our case was different. Creatures of my kind have extremely accelerated growth rates. From when I was born to when I turned what was the human equivalent of 16, a total of 3 years passed. One might think this would detract from my ability to live a normal life, but my life was just as normal as all the other vampire/human mixes, or as the Volturi call us, the mutts.

So now as we stood here, two romantically inclined teenagers out in the pouring rain, Jacob leaned in and pressed his lips upon mine, pulling me into a warm embrace. As we kissed, he chuckled to himself. My vampire gift was that I could share my thoughts with a person by touching them. Unfortunately this power had no 'off' button that I knew of yet. So right now, all of my thoughts of him and all of my love were flowing into his brain like a river lacking a dam. Upon hearing my thoughts, his embrace got looser, softer, loving. He gently pulled away, his lips moving to tickle my ear.

"I've been waiting for that for a long time," he breathed softly. I wound my arms tightly around his neck and pulled him back into another tender kiss, trying to hide the tears in my eyes.

JPOV

As usual, it was a rainy day in Forks. But what wasn't usual was that Renesmeé, MY girl, had recently reached my age. I could love her differently now. A few years ago, before her birth, I had been in love with her mother. But the second I met Renesmeé, I understood how Edward had felt all along about Bella. Upon first looking at her, I knew I was destined to be with her and to protect her and to always do what was best for her. In short, I imprinted.

In the years since her birth, I watched her grow up. She had become so beautiful and sweet and smart. Today, we walked in the rain, holding hands and talking. After several minutes of this, we came to an end in our conversation. I knew it was time, so I faced her and, enclosing her in my arms, kissed her. I put all of my emotions and urgency into this kiss because it was our first kiss, and I wanted her to remember it forever.

I moved my lips to her ear and, caressing it, told her that this was what I had been waiting for. Kissing Nessie was an experience like no other because she could put her thoughts into my head; send her love to me deeper than anyone else could. I saw all of them, and cherished them all. It made me wish I could share my thoughts too. We kissed again, and though it was raining, I felt her tears drip onto my face.