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Marielle POV
"Jacob," I flashed my brilliantly white teeth at him in a smile. I felt my feet moving, moving towards his open arms. He wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace. "Hey Ellie," he greeted after the hug, using the nickname only Father, him, and my uncles were allowed to use. I laughed, leaning my head against his broad chest. While he stood at a massive 6"10, I was only 5"4. I used my tiptoes in my wishes to be near his height. He knew what I was doing. His chest rumbled with loud laughter. "Never!" He muttered, the growling laughter settling to silence.
"I missed you." I said, sighing. It had been eight years since I had last seen him in person. He grew, clearly, but much more than I had expected. His muscles were toned, his hair was clipped short, and he, who once stood at 5"8, was now taller than most boys - men? - I had seen. "I did, too," Jacob's rough voice replied, breaking at the end. I pulled back.
"So, is Seth a big boy yet?" I joked. Seth Clearwater and I had played together as children. I had last seen him when he was six and I was seven. Jacob had been eight at the time. The last year I saw them... I quickly tore that thought from my head just as Jacob began to reply.
"I'm pretty sure. His mom said he finally using the big kid potty." His tone was playful.
I grinned. "When...?" Jacob knew what I was going to ask, "Dad insisted we have a bonfire tonight with everyone. Family, friends, stuff like that. Seth and Leah are gonna be there, too, of course." He smiled. I smiled, too. Thoughts were racing through my head.
How is everyone? Will they remember me? What about new relatives? What if someone changed and doesn't like me anymore? What if I don't like someone else? I can't dislike anyone, that's stupid, unless they give me a reason. Oh, what if they do give me a reason?
I frowned. "What?" Jacob asked worriedly. "Nothing. I'm just nervous." I muttered. Jacob nodded. "Let's get you inside." He reached for my bags. I started to protest, but he walked off into Father's house despite me insisting I should carry my own stuff. I only had three bags. Three bags which Jacob easily carried - not that I hadn't packed lightly. I chuckled - such a show off, Jacob was. Jacob made his way through the house into my guest bedroom - once the guest bedroom - to set my stuff down.
Dad wheeled into the living room where I awkwardly stood. I hadn't seen this place in so long. A smile stretched itself onto my face the moment I saw him. "Daddy," I mumbled, wrapping my arms around him. He mumbled his love and pulled away. "You're not a little girl anymore," he whispered hoarsely. I shrugged. "I'll always be your little girl." I grinned sheepishly. Dad nodded, a weak smile with dimples on his face. Jacob came into the living room, and looked at Dad.
"Can I go over to see Renesmee?" Jake was practically begging. I frowned. What kind of name is Renesmee, and why was Jake so excited to see her? She was probably some girl with the destiny to be a porn star. I nearly scowled at the thought. Jacob with someone like that? No possibility. I shrugged it off as Dad gave Jacob permission. Jake kissed my temple in a loving, brotherly way and headed out. It was 6:47 PM, and I had a long flight. I was exhausted. "Night, Daddy." My voice floated through the house. Dad returned his nighttime wishes. I fell asleep the moment my head hit the soft pillow.
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