A/N: Breaking Dawn spoilers ahead.
So, I finished Breaking Dawn a couple of hours ago, and I enjoyed the thought of Jacob and Renesmee. I predicted that Jacob would imprint on Bella's daughter and I just loved the relationship between them. I wanted to write about them but Renesmee as a little kid was a little creepy to me. So I made this fic in the future, when Renesmee is at the age where she'll stop aging. This story is completely pointless, but I figured I needed to post something.
My Hannah Montana stories will be updated in about two weeks. Hold tight if you're reading those.
Choice
By Pwnguin
It was just another one of those days. Renesmee and I walking on the beach, barefoot, hand in hand, and the sun setting along the horizon of the ocean. Usually, it was silent and I didn't mind. Just being with her satisfied the intense fire in my heart.
Today, she talked. She brought up the subject as if it were as simple as the weather.
"It's strange," she said, eyeing me with her eyes of curiousity that had been on her face since the day she was born, 17 years ago. "I've known you my whole life, I can't imagine a day I spent without you, I love you, and... it seems like I never had to make a choice."
It was the exact same with me. With all that imprinting crap that us werewolves - er 'scuse me - shapeshifters had to go through and had no choice on our true love.
I have no doubts about Renesmee. She's the one. She's mine.
I just can't help thinking... was there ever a possibility that Renesmee would have never been born? What would've happened? Would I live my lonely life... eventually getting bored with my shapeshifting powers and eventually become human? Maybe Leah would've done the same and...
I shuddered off the thought. I belonged to Renesmee and Renesmee only.
"Jake?"
"You never had to make a choice," I said, "Because fate put us together." I held her hands to my chest and looked down at her. She had grown over the past years, staying in stone at 17, but I still overlooked her at 6' 7''.
She smiled, "I love how this imprinting thing doesn't happen to half-humans."
"Why is that?" I asked, smirking.
"'Cause I have a choice at who I love. If I imprinted on you, then it would be like we had to be together," She shook her head, "I don't want to think about it as we were made for each other. I'd rather have a choice."
I contemplated on that. It made sense. And it made me feel a lot better, because Renesmee could've been with whoever she wanted. But she chose me. Jacob Black.
"I'm so special," I whispered.
"You wanna know the other reason why you're special?" she asked.
"Why?"
"Because you're mine," she stated, and pressed her rock hard lips against mine.
Renesmee.
A/N: I felt I could've done a better job. Hmm. Oh well. Thanks for reading. Review if you like.