An: Dishing out a nice JacobxRenesmee fanfiction just for you peoples! Enjoy! Yes, I know Jake sounds kinda like Edward in this fic, but please don't kill me. We all love Edward right? Anyways, wouldn't Jake look awsome with golden eyes and sparkling. Still, go Team Edward!
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns these characters, I'm just playing a little game with them! n.n
I was horrible. It was true. Imprinting...on such a lovely thing. An example that the Lord was capable of making someone so perfect, beautiful, happy, and so much more. She deserved more than me. I watched the object of my imprinting, the way her hips swayed with the music, the way the words of the song escaped softly between her slightly parted lips. My heart raced in my chest as I listened to the melodic song she was singing, her feminine, vampire-like voice entrancing me. Everyone was out, it was just me and her in the house tonight.
Renesmee, the wonderful girl-no, young woman-that was aforementioned glanced over at me with a questioning gaze in her warm brown eyes. If I didn't irrationally love her so, those eyes might have only made me think of her mother. But no, those were hers. Not Bella's. Those two orbs of chocolate that had my thoughts incoherant many a time belonged to Renesmee.
It was strange of me to call her that now. Usually, "Nessie" was the chosen name that escaped from my lips each time I spoke in that unfamiliar, loving tone. But she looked so elegant on this rare evening, when the leeches had all gone out for baseball or something, that I could not help but call her by her given name. Much more befitting for the moment.
Truth be told, I did not deserve to call her anything. To know her. To have such feelings for her. What she deserved was to find someone out of her own desire, and not have Fate decide whom her love interest was to be. I would have been fine with that, as long as she was happy. If I could help it, I wouldn't even hunt down the man of which she chose to be her lover. On the off chance that Fate decided to play it's tricks and make her only look at me with the endearing eyes of a best friend or maybe a goldfish that she would bury instead of flush down a toilet, I would accept that. Put my feelings aside to go along with hers.
Because now I had to admit that to myself. I loved Renesmee Cullen. My feelings had changed. The lightly joking, bestest friend-atmostphere that had been between us before had desolved. At least on my side.
But the millisecond when the chocolate depths of her eyes changed from her questioning gaze to one of understanding and caring, possibly one of even loving, I finally understood.
Imprinting was a two-way process.