Rising Sun

For so long I have waited for Stephenie Meyer to write a book about Jacob Black and Renesmee, so I decided to write my own this summer. I hope you like it! This is the first chapter and if you all like it I'll write the second.

Preface

I fell into his warm arms and berried my face in his chest.

He placed his hand on the back of my neck and whispered, "Everything is going to be okay. I'm here now"…

Chapter 1

I snuggled into my blanket and was almost asleep when I heard a loud thud on my floor.

"You loser, I was this close to peeing my pants!" I whispered.

"We wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?" Jacob chuckled.

I rolled my eyes. Once in a while he did this. He said that he liked to watch me sleep, but I thought it was just an excuse to sleep next to me.

He was standing about five feet away from my bed. All he had on was a pair of old sweats, and it must have been raining outside because he was drenched, which was most likely the only reason he wasn't laying down yet.

I rolled out of my bed and walked over to him. I gave my best attempt at punching him in the gut, though he was so strong it probably only felt like a friendly nudge. He turned to face me, then leaned down and kissed me.

Ugh, why did he have to be so irresistible? He knew that I couldn't stay mad at him, especially if he kissed me.

I guess that that was a fair trade though; I wasn't angry with him anymore and in turn I got to kiss him. That was, in my mind, my favorite thing to do.

He let go of my lips and whispered softly; "I've been waiting all day to do that."

I giggled then yawned.

"C'mon let's get you to bed." He smiled.

"But I don't want to go to bed yet," I whispered.

"Nessie…" He said in a warning voice.

"Jacob…" I mocked him.

He all of a sudden picked me up, set me in my bed, and then tucked me in. I watched him walk to the other side of my bed, and climb in.

"Goodnight." He whispered, and then kissed my cheek.