A/N:

First I'd like to say thank you soo very much for taking a chance on my story(lol). I love to write and I just thought I'd try a little something out on here. I love the Twilight Saga and once I finished it I thought "What now?". So I tried to write Jacob and Renesmee's story how I thought it would be. I really hope Stephenie writes a book on them! Well anyway, I hope you enjoy and please review and comment. I don't mind criticism but there is is a difference between criticism and just being nasty. Don't be rude please. I will try to update atleast every one to two weeks depending on the response...well actually I'll update anyway (lol). so once again enjoy! I guess I have to say this....

I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT OR ANYTHING ABOUT IT I'M JUST USING THE CHARACTERS =)

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The morning sun gently made its way through the slits in the tattered curtain, a slight beam making its way for my eyes. I hated being woken this way. I grumbled and turned to hide my face. A low moan escaped his mouth as his arm wound tighter around my waist. I chuckled silently to myself. We probably looked so strange squished together on his tiny bed. My Jacobs's legs and arms were over sized and dangled every which way over shadowing my frame. I gently brushed some of his shaggy black hair out of his face and placed my hand on his cheek. Eyes still closed, a small smile crept onto his face. He knew what I wanted. He moved forward slowly and delicately placed his lips on mine.

"Morning Nessie" he said between kisses. He moved his head back, opening his eyes and smiled.

"When did you get here?"

I placed my hand on his neck. I showed him how I left when it was still too early for the sun to rise and ran down to La Push and snuck into his window. He chuckled when I showed him how hard it was to get his window open.

"I'll leave it open next time" he smiled again and leaned in to kiss me.

"What time is it?" he asked scooting up moving me with him.

"About 7 I think. I have to get back soon." I got up in one swift move and put on my grey oversized Harvard sweatshirt –compliments of Dad- that was lying on the floor. I watched as Jacob sluggishly got out of bed and threw a blue T-shirt over his big frame. A wave of sadness instantly washed over me. Of course Jacob would be tired after running around with his pack all hours of the night keeping watch. After the "incident" 6 years back, things in Forks were quiet and settled. 'You can never be too sure' he would always say whenever I tried to convince him to stay home and sleep. But that was my Jacob, always so quick to protect others before protecting himself. I sighed and felt his hand slide into mine.

"C'mon I'll run you back" he led me through the tiny hall into the tiny family room. That was really the only way to describe Jacob's house. Tiny. We tip toed out leaving the murmured snores of Billy behind us. I wondered if he knew how often I'd snuck into his home to see his son.

Outside, the clouds lingered throughout the sky only letting a couple beams of sun break through. On occasion the sun would make its presence known letting the small town of Forks know it hadn't forgotten about it, but typically, it was just wet and grey.

The fresh morning breeze whipped through my wild bronze hair letting my curls caress my face. I closed my eyes enjoying the moment. I opened them when I heard Jacob cuss, something he did only out of frustration. He was trying to pull apart two lawnmowers who's chains had become intertwined. I chuckled.

Jacobs Skin glistened as tiny beads of sweat started to form. His skin was so beautiful, flawless. As long as I could remember my Jacob had always been this way. Even when he was only 16 he had the body of a 25 year old. Now, at the age of 22, his age finally matched his body. Jacob explained to me once that he could possibly start aging once he stopped phasing. That conversation was short lived. I didn't want to think about my Jacob becoming an old man while I continued to stay the same for eternity. I started to feel better though when he told me how my family (the vampires) were responsible for the change in the first place. I figure as long as Jacob and I are together he would stay the same.

I walked over stopping him in fear Billy would hear his struggle.

"Let's go" I smiled and laced my fingers with his. We ran out towards the forest my half vampire genes kicking in and his wolf ones. We ran and then stopped at a tree a few yards from my house. This was always our stopping spot. We would stop think about things that didn't happen and part. This was due to the fact that my father, the mind reader, was intently listing to our thoughts to make sure we weren't doing anything we weren't supposed to be doing. As far as he knew, I got up at random parts of the day or night to run because it's what I love to do and Jacob would meet me to run me home. He would use my aunt Alice to see if I was getting into trouble but it gets hazy when she tries to see my future. I smiled at Jacob, my Jacob, so handsome and beautiful in so many ways.

"Are you coming over later?" I asked hopeful. I bit down on my lower lip, a habit I was told that had been picked up from my mother.

"Of course" he smiled a dazzling smile and I tried my hardest to concentrate on my "great run".

"Kay' I'll see you later" I turned and started running towards my house. I shot a glance over my shoulder and smiled at Jacob as he leaned on tree and watched me, as he always did, until I was out of ear shot.

I sighed, "My Jacob".

I quietly opened and closed the front door.

"Mom…Daddy!" No answer. They must be at grandpa's house. I chuckled at the thought of grandpa being placed with the face of my Grandpa Carlisle. Frozen in time Grandpa's smooth and flawless face didn't look a day over 23 when in fact he was much, much older.

I went to my room and plopped on my bed. I need to rest. I closed my eyes letting relaxation over come me. A wide grin spread upon my face. Jacob. It was sort of weird how our relationship developed into something more than friendship. Jacob was there when I was just a baby. Watching over me and protecting me from danger. My uncle Jasper even told me once how Jacob had to protect me from my mom when she became a new born vampire. But the protection was somewhat wasted because mom had the gift of control. My Jacob was there from the beginning. At first he was like a babysitter. Whenever my mom and dad needed to go hunt or be alone, they'd put me with Jacob. Then he was like a friend. He would take me down to La push and we would hang out with Billy and my Grandpa Charlie and Sue and Seth. And then all of a sudden, everything changed. Jacob took me down to La push First Beach. It was awfully hot that day so we were going to do some swimming. One minute were playing in the water, screaming like idiots splashing water in each other's faces, and then the next we're making out on the sand. I came home that day trying to make sense of it all. How had my feelings for Jacob gone from point A to point B so soon? My parents weren't surprised. For some reason I felt like they knew it was going to happen sooner or later. Maybe they knew something I didn't.

I sat up slowly and sniffed my Sweatshirt. Something I always did out of habit whenever I spent time with Jacob. My family, Particularly Aunt Rose, always complained about my "wet dog" smell until I started changing my clothes before I went over. I didn't smell anything unpleasant though. I got up and went to my drawers looking for something to wear. My closet was packed with frilly pink and purple dresses, late night out fits-some of which my dad wouldn't be particularly thrilled about- and a few ball gowns. All compliments of Aunt Alice. My drawers were my safe haven. Comfy jeans and t-shirts, hoodies, and sweatshirts, the things I loved to wear. I took off my sweat shirt, jeans and tee and left them in a pile on the floor. I'll get them later. I shuffled through the drawers until I found a pair of light wash jeans and threw them on. I caught my reflection in my floor length mirror as I zipped up my pants.

"I sure have filled out" I turned angling my body so I could see myself from all sides. My breast had finally grown so I didn't have to wear training bras anymore and I had the hips of a woman. I had also grown a whole 2 inches in the last 2 months. I smiled to myself and admired my figure for another minute then got back to the task at hand. I went to my bottom drawer and pulled out a Dark Purple t- shirt with the words "Don't be a Bum" printed in bold white letters on the front (thanks Uncle Emmett). I went to the mirror and put my wild hair into a messy bun and threw on a white stretchy headband. I grabbed the locket my mom gave me for my first Christmas out my jewelry box and placed in on my neck as well as grabbing the mp3 player my Dad got me. I put it on one of my favorite songs and took my time walking to the big white house.