Renesmee and Jacob are BOTH grown up now, and who knows what will happen next?
RenPOV-
I looked back through all the photos of my childhood that were scattered across the floor. I had officially stopped aging at around 17 or so. Therefore I no longer had to take the daily photos to corroborate my life. I picked up a picture of me and dad in a warm embrace on my 7th "birthday". I miss those days sometimes; those days when I didn't have to worry about being responsible with my gift or with what I am. My gift often comes in handy these days though. Whenever I am so mad that I can't even open my mouth without screaming, I just have to touch my hand to someone's face and they know exactly how I am feeling. I know sometimes they wish they didn't; especially Auntie Rose, because I am most often times thinking about Jacob. She doesn't particularly care for him, however, she doesn't hate him anymore either.
I pick up the photos that are on the floor and I carefully put them back into the photo albums and sweep the albums up into my arms and carry them upstairs. I go down the hallway and turn to face the third door on my left. I gently knock and she says to come in. I open the closet door and set the books down carefully in their rightful place and return to the room.
"Aunt Alice, have I ever thank you for documenting every second of my life?"
"Yes sweetheart, you have."
"Well I am thanking you again anyways."
We both laughed and I gave her a huge hug. Then I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to go and meet Jacob so that we could hang out tonight. Aunt Alice must have felt my body go rigid because she seemed to know that I had forgotten something.
"Plans tonight?"
"Yes. And I'm late! He hates it when I am late. And you know how that boy overreacts."
"Go. And have fun sweetie. Make sure to tell your parents that you are leaving."
"Yes ma'am."
I ran down the stairs and snatched my cell phone on the way out the door. Mom and dad were hunting today somewhere near the house. I found a scent trail and followed it. When I reached the small brook near the highway I saw them.
"Mom?"
"Yes, Renesmee, what is it?" I think she could tell that I was nervous about something.
"Can I talk to you? Without dad?" I tacked on the last part because he had run up behind her and acted like he was going to go all "protective daddy" on me.
"Sure." We ran about a mile away where dad couldn't hear us and I asked her to put her shield up so that he wouldn't be able to hear my thoughts. I had been very careful when I ran up what I had kept my mind focused on.
"Renesmee quit fidgeting it is not attractive."
"Yes ma'am. I have something I wanted to ask you. And bear in mind that I asked you and not dad because I knew you would be more open minded about this."
"Okay. What is it?"
"I would like permission to spend the night down on the reservation… With Jacob." I saw the look on her face so I proceeded to explain.
"It's just that we have not spent much time together lately and I really miss him, and you know you can trust me not to do anything foolish or anything that I wouldn't want you knowing. So it's not that big of a deal."
"I trust you. And I give you my permission. I will take the fight with your father as long as you make me a promise not to do anything that would make me unwilling to let you do this. And I trust that you know what I mean."
"I know what you mean. And yes, I promise." At that moment mom let her shield down and I heard just what my father thought about my mother's giving me permission.
"WHAT!?" He bellowed. Mom chuckled and called loudly enough for him to hear.
"You heard me." Then she turned to me and said, "Go."
And with that I sauntered happily back to the house to grab the vanquish.
