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Renesmee
I woke up suddenly to what sounded like hammering of the floorboards and walls coming from Momma and Daddy's room. This did not come as a huge surprise to me. In fact, it happened just about every morning. I'd wake up, hear this loud noise for just a moment, and then it would stop abruptly as soon as I was fully conscious. I once asked Momma and Daddy what it was, but they just shrugged. At first, this only sparked my curiosity more, but I let it go. If neither of my over-protective parents made a big deal out of it, it wasn't anything to worry about.
Just a few seconds after this noise stopped, Momma and Daddy always came into my room to greet me. Momma would always run into my room with her huge, beautiful smile and scoop me up into a big, tight hug. I loved Momma's hugs not just because she smelled like freshly-picked wild flowers, but because of the security of her strong arms. When she hugged me, she refused to let go unless it was absolutely necessary.
It was usually Daddy that finally convinced her to loosen her grip a little. Then he and I would have one of our silent conversations. I was always used to the extra little quirks that our family had, like how Aunt Alice used to tell me to be careful five minutes before I wanted to go out and play. Ever since my first memory, Daddy would just look at me and I could tell him what I wanted without touching him.
So on one particular summer morning after I woke up, and all of the banging had stopped, I counted the few seconds until Momma would run in. 3… 2… 1…
"Nessie!" she cried, and in the same moment I was in her arms.
"Momma!" I replied happily, squeezing her neck.
Daddy just stayed at the threshold, leaning casually against the door, with his usual crooked smile on his face. Everyone said I looked a lot like him, especially when I smiled. I hoped this was true, because Daddy was by far the most handsome of our family.
As I looked back at him, he saw in my mind that I was a little bit thirsty.
"What say we get a little breakfast, Nessie?" he grinned at me.
I looked at Momma, who also smiled at me. "Ladies first!" we yelled together, as I jumped out of her arms and toward the door.
Every summer morning, after a little hunting, all three of us would run to the big white house on the river to see the rest of the family. The people who greeted us at the door were different every day. Sometimes, it was Grampa Carlisle and Gramma Esme. (I used to wonder why Carlisle looked so much younger than Grampa Charlie, but it's just another one of our quirks.) Sometimes Aunt Rosalie and Uncle Emmett would be at the door first. I liked it when they greeted us, because Rose would always hug me and stroke my hair gently, and Emmett always smiles his humungous smile, and used to throw me in the air so high he would make Daddy mad. Sometimes it was Alice and Jasper would greet us first. They definitely are the weirdest pair, but I can't help but feel happy and comfortable around them (another quirk, one could say).
But arriving at the big house isn't the best part of the day. The best part I have to wait until the afternoon for. That's when Jacob comes.
Next to Momma, Jacob is my favorite person in the world. He has the friendliest, brightest smile I've ever seen. He always cares for me and understands me in a way that nobody else does. Like when we go hunting, he isn't overly careful with me like everyone else is. He knows that I can fight the stronger animals like everyone else. Everybody says he smells funny, but I think he smells like the woods, and that's my favorite smell. He is the best friend I could ever have.
I have to wait until the afternoon for him to come over though, because he has responsibilities with his pack at La Push. I understand that he's the leader, and carries more weight than anyone else in the pack, but it's still really annoying having to wait for him. Especially in the past few months, I've been anticipating his arrival a lot more. I don't know why, but when it's almost time for him to come, I kind of get butterflies in my stomach, and once I asked Rose three separate times how I looked before he came. And thin when he actually comes, I blush so much that my cheeks are an even deeper red than they usually are, and my usual flutter of a heartbeat becomes a loud staccato drumming. And to make the situation even more embarrassing, Jasper always looks at me and laughs as if he knows a good joke I'm missing. Geez.
2:32
I sat on the couch, bouncing up and down slightly. I told myself over and over again to stop looking at the clock, but as usual, my face turned as if responding to a magnetic pull.
2:34
Ugh. I continued my frantic bouncing. I started humming the song that Daddy wrote for me. It usually calmed me down, but I didn't get through the first few phrases without my face snapping unwillingly sideways again.
2:35
Ugh!
"Do you want me to pull your hair up for you, Nessie?" Rose helpfully suggested with a kind smile.
Jake did say that my hair did look pretty when it was up. "Yes, please." I responded gratefully. She approached me fluidly and began running her fingers through my curls. I tried my very best not to bounce as she pulled part of my hair to the back of my head, but without thinking about it my eyes snapped back to the clock again.
2:37. Would this torture never end?!
"Nessie, hold still," Rose told me, remaining patient.
Shoot. I touched her and told her I was sorry.
"What's the big deal, anyway?" Emmett wondered loudly from the couch. "How come you're so eager for Mr. Smelly to come over every day?"
"Emmett!" Esme scolded him. But I noticed Jasper give Emmett a meaningful look. Emmett's eyebrows rose as he looked back at me, and then he tried unsuccessfully to hide a snicker.
"What? What's he laughing about?" I asked a now chuckling Jasper.
"Don't worry about it," Rose tried to console me, "they're just trying to tease you..."
However, I turned to Daddy and asked him. His consoling smile was much more convincing. I continued trying not to bounce and looked much more carefully at the clock.
2:39. Blah. I tried to watch what was on TV, but Emmett was flipping through channels too fast. I finally settled in on the huge chess game Momma and Jasper were playing. It was a great big game with a bunch of regular chess sets put together. I had trouble remembering all of the rules, but Momma took to it quickly. She even beat Emmett once. I was just about to congratulate her on taking out Jasper's last rook when I smelled a very unique smell. It was a smell that I knew very intimately. Not considering if Rose had stopped playing with my hair or not, I leaped out of my seat and sped toward the front yard.
He was in the front yard just as I got out the front door. His big, bright smile lit up his friendly eyes. His shaggy hair was messy all over his brown face. When I got close enough I jumped into his big, muscular arms and he gave me a big squeeze.
"Hi Nessie!" he shouted when he hugged me.
"Jake!" I tried to yell, but he had already squeezed all of the air out of me. When I was finally released, we ran hand in hand back to the house.
"Smelly!" Jacob, Emmett and Jasper greeted each other loudly, as per usual custom. Everybody else gave him a "hello, Jacob". Even Rose said hi, even though they never really got along.
"So what's happenin'?" Jacob asked conversationally.
"I'm kickin' butt," Momma said as she took away another knight.
"It's only because Alice doesn't cheat for Jasper anymore," Daddy chuckled. Everyone else laughed too, because they knew it was true. Alice decided to change the subject.
"Hey, Nessie," she said, "why don't you show Jacob that new outfit we got for you?"
I beamed. Jacob always told me how pretty I was when I modeled my clothes for him. I ran up the stairs into what used to be Daddy's room. It now held mostly old keepsakes from Momma and Daddy, but we often piled out shopping things in there when I didn't feel like taking it all the way home. I found the packages from the last time Alice and I went shopping quickly and put everything on. I went into the bathroom to make sure I looked perfect before I went back downstairs.
"Well?" I asked as I spun around, modeling the whole ensemble.
"Aw, Nessie," Jacob glowed at me, "you look so pretty."
"Yeah, Smelly, isn't she something to look at?" Emmett chimed in as he walked toward me, "Especially that… blush!" he laughed as he poked my burning cheek.
"Stop pestering my child," Daddy threatened, although everyone knew he really didn't mind.
Jacob saved me from more blushing by diverting my attention. "What say we go out for something to eat tonight so I can show you off?" he smiled at me.
"Now wait a second, Smelly," Emmett said in a mock stern voice, "Nessie cant' date until she's, uh, older than she is now."
"Um, yeah, especially since we go out to eat all the time," Jacob replied.
"Oh, yeah," Emmett finished lamely.
"I'll have to go home before then," Jacob added. I looked at him questioningly. "I need to get dressed in more than some old sweats, or else I'd look like a hobo next to you." He winked at me.
"You always look like a hobo next to her," Rose struck. First snap of the day, and first blood belonged to Rose.
"Hey, Blondie, what do a bowling ball and a blonde have in common?" Jacob asked. "Chances are they'll both end up in the gutter." He finished. That was a new one; we all had to laugh with him.
"In the meantime, wanna play some chess?" Momma smiled at Jacob. Her current game wasn't over yet, but they had been at a standstill for the past little while.
"Uh-oh," Jacob said, not sounding the least bit concerned, "I don't think I've played chess with my buddy Bella in a while. This should be fun."
"Lots of fun," Momma smiled.