Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Rated M for a reason.

Summary: Jacob and Renesmee's feelings for each other begin to change, igniting a sudden and overwhelming passion. But what will happen when the treaty between the Vampires and Werewolves is broken by the most unlikely of them all?

I finished reading the Twilight series a couple weeks ago, and I wanted to know what happened with Jacob and Nessie, so I decided to write a little something myself. Big surprises and danger when certain people show up once again. Action, suspense, and romance, and a bit of humor mixed in at times as well. Most characters involved.

There will be more than one POV. (Mostly Jacob and Renesmee - Jacob's is my favorite. His pov will be in this chapter as well.)

Divided Moon - CHAPTER 1

Renesmee's POV:

The scent in the air was sweet, filled both with flowers and an earthy, grassy aroma. It was sunny for the first time in months, warm and perfect. Luckily, we had found a spot on the ground where the sun had done a fantastic job of drying the grass before we reclined there.

The light breeze had my hand reaching away from my Jacobs cheek to grasp the hem of my pale yellow sun dress before it flew up above my head. Maybe allowing Alice to dress me again today wasn't the best of ideas. Jeans were easier, and much more practical for a state like Washington.

There was a sudden, low grunt, and I felt the werewolf's warm fur shifting at my back. The course hairs softly tickled between my shoulder blades.

"Calm down Jacob." I said lightly, turning towards him to smile passively before my eyes trailed back to the book in my hand. "I'm not done yet."

His big nose, damp and cool, nudged my elbow, licking lightly against my skin there until I let out the slightest chuckle. I felt his stomach jolt like a hiccup behind me, knowing he always got a kick out of it when he made me laugh. He had pinpointed every ticklish spot from my head to my toes within the last seven years, my elbow being particularly sensitive.

Good thing he wasn't in a position to reach my bare feet. That was even worse.

Jacob had insisted on changing for our outing. If I was going to read, he figured I might as well have a nice pillow to relax against.

He was right. The fur coat of his belly was warm in the light fall breeze, and smooth as silk against my skin.

I tucked the bottom of my dress between my legs, and pushed a few stray curls behind my ears before reaching my hand back to his warm face. I pressed my fingers lightly against his coat, willing his head back down. He rolled his deep brown eyes playfully, and rested his chin comfortably atop his large paws. I swear his lips curled up in a smirk before his eyes closed once again.

I couldn't help but smile at my protector, my friend, my Jacob.

Allowing my head to lean back against his solid stomach, I inhaled deeply and my eyes began tracing the fine lines of the ruffled pages.

It only took a moment for Jacob's breathing to steady again, brought to a deep slumber along with the images I was impressing in his mind. He always slept so easily, especially when I read silently to him.

Wuthering Heights. My mom's copy. It was both worn and torn throughout it's entirety, but I couldn't help but adore the fact that she had loved this book so much. Each page made me smile, despite the almost insufferable characters.

It reminded me that she was the human part of me, enraptured in the romance drawn on each page. Just like her, I was capable of luring out the thrill of reading something more than once, even though I could probably recite it word for word by memory.

It was a gift, one she gave me on my seventh birthday. The year of my coming of age, when most seventeen year old girls stopped growing, and began slowly aging.

(I joked with Jacob regularly about how I had aged similar to a dog.)

It wasn't strange, growing so much quicker than most others. Not to me anyway. It felt natural, like it was meant to be that way. Even barely trailing the physical age of my parents seemed like an innate course of life. There were only a few people surrounding me that appeared much older. Just grandpa Charlie, Grandma Sue, Billy, and a few others in La Push.

I really didn't know many outside of our little community. It was safer for all of us that way.

Public school hadn't been a logical option considering how swiftly I had grown. That would have been a sure fire way to draw unwanted attention to the non-humans (or part humans) living in Forks, Washington. Therefore, I was taught at home, mostly by my mom and dad.

Papaw Carlisle was very helpful too. Very intelligent. He told me I was both a child at heart, and an old soul combined.

Though I looked like a teenager - young, vibrant, full of life - and often had the mind set of an adult, there were times when I still felt very much like a child.

Uncle Emmit's outlook of me was a good example. He found most of the things I did hilarious. Considering my short time in the world, I guess I was always finding something new to marvel at. Even the most tedious things seemed to capture my utmost attention - similar to a child.

Aunt Rosalie was another good example of someone who made me feel more like a toddler than anything else. I think I grew too fast for her liking. If it were up to her, I probably would have looked like a two year old forever. Though I was perfectly capable of doing most things on my own, she insisted that I needed help with just about everything. She was the one who treated me most like a child - brushing my waist length curls for me to make sure every strand was in place. It annoyed me a little, I had to admit.

I was like my mom that way, never wanting to fix all the tiniest imperfections, never caring much about my own physical beauty. Actually, I was so used to seeing beautiful beings that it was difficult to judge what was beautiful and what wasn't by that alone.

Rosalie, though she was physically flawless, and I loved her dearly, was not the most beautiful person I knew by far.

Maybe this lovely creature I was leaning against took that position.

I smelled the storm approaching before the darkened clouds were visible in the sky, but it was still a bit disappointing. Page 136 was when the first tiny droplet of rain left a small darkened circle against the damaged paper. I closed the book quickly, hiding it underneath the protection of my arm.

"Jacob?" I shook him lightly.

One eye popped opened towards me, and he grumbled heavily, stretching out his long limbs.

He stood, much taller than me, and I climbed up his large shoulder blades, resting in between them, and grabbing two large chunks of fur between my thin fingers. I hugged him to me as he ran, the warmth of his coat like a shield, balancing against the cool droplets of moisture falling against my ashen skin.

His teeth grasped the black sweat pants he had hanging from a tree limb when he transformed earlier that day.

I wasn't supposed to watch him change, for obvious reasons. Reasons that made my face flush a deep shade of crimson, and my lips curve into an embarrassed, silly smile.

I felt something... different. While my feelings for my family were the same, what I felt for Jacob seemed to have changed, at the same time strengthening as well.

Of course I was fully aware of what my future had in store for me. I didn't just accept that Jacob and I basically belonged together. Actually, I embraced it because I loved him. Always have. Only now, it trapped me, gave me silly goose bumps, and sent chills up my spine. He had always lingered in my thoughts, but never in a way that made my knees weaken beneath my light weight.

I was physically just as strong as any vampire, but he suddenly made me feel very fragile, breakable. For a time, I wondered if I were allergic to him. Wouldn't that be ironic? Though, that wouldn't have made sense either. I had never been sick a day in my life.

I felt something strange in my chest, and my stomach whenever Jacob was in human form. Something I had never felt before, like an ache of sorts. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but it was genuinely frustrating since I didn't know exactly what to do about it. It froze me in place, and made my heart leap in my chest.

Daddy kept smiling at me in a funny way recently as well. Maybe I should ask him about that.

I climbed off Jake's back when we reached the house. He tilted his large head to let me know he would be right back. I cringed lightly through a smile when he licked across my cheek, leaving a trail of slobber behind on my skin. There was a low grumble as he laughed and ran back into the woods before I had the chance to pummel him.

I ran inside, finding both my mom, Bella, and Aunt Rosalie in the living room. The TV was on, but neither seemed to be paying much attention to it whenever I walked into the room.

"Hey sweetheart!"

"Hi mom. Hi Rosie."

Rosalie immediately made a fuss over my appearance. Scrutinizing the wild way my hair was stretching out in a long damp wave of electricity from Jacobs fur. Again, she treated me like a toddler, which I didn't really mind this time. I felt kind of half and half right now anyway, caught somewhere in between.

"Where is everybody?" I asked Bella as Rosalie slid her icy fingers through my tangled hair.

"Jasper went shopping with Alice. Carlisle is at the hospital, and Esme is helping your grandpa and Sue decorate the old house, thank god!"

My laugh was muted slightly by the knot forming in my throat as I waited for Jake to come inside. I was barely capable of listening past, 'Jasper went shopping....'

"And Emmit is with Edward upstairs." Rosalie added, giving up on my hair after a few minutes when it refused to cooperate with her efforts.

I sat on the couch after that, but my impatience caused me to stand again within a matter of seconds. I could feel both of their eyes on me intensely. My obvious anxiety was amusing to them.

I could hear daddy upstairs, his light, husky chuckle reaching my ears as if he were just across the room. He knew what I was thinking, as always. I may as well fill my mom in on it as well. "Does your stomach feel strange when Jacob is around?"

Stupid question. I know. My words had trouble being completely rational lately.

"Mine does." Rosalie made a face of disgust, before pinching her fingertips to the bridge of her nose.

Bella tilted her head towards her, smiling impatiently. "Be nice."

My aunt shrugged and smiled at me. I had to chuckle at that.

My mom cupped her hands around my cheeks. "No." She answered, still smiling as if she knew a secret that she wished for me to figure out on my own. "But, my stomach does feel strange when your father is around."

She winked at me. My head tilted on it's own accord, dripping damp spirals over my right eye. It made sense, considering the promise that I would marry Jacob one day. Still, it felt so different than before. I could figure it out on my own, but I desperately wanted someone to tell me straight out what I should do.

"Do you feel silly? Does it make it more difficult to speak out loud?"

I had so many ridiculous questions.

It must have been a funny thing to ask because she laughed, and so did Rosalie. I was glad that Emmit wasn't around at that moment to laugh at me as well. - Oh wait... I thought too soon. He was laughing hysterically upstairs with Edward.

"It used to." Mom answered, rolling her eyes up the stairs and raising a cautious eyebrow. "Shut it boys!"

"Is there a cure?" The question bubbled from my mouth like it was filled with dish detergent.

Again, it must have been an amusing thing to ask. I grinned at them both as they burst into another small chuckle. I had to admit, my sudden lack of editing was pretty funny.

"Do you want a cure, baby?"

I thought for a minute, remembering the last time I saw Jacob in his human form. I felt very much like a woman when I pictured his dark skin, the tight muscles beneath them, and the way his long midnight hair occasionally fell into his chocolate brown eyes.

I couldn't wipe the smile from my face after that. My head shook. Words didn't seem entirely necessary at that moment, and I rarely spoke when there wasn't the need - or in this case, when I couldn't find eligible words.

"She can't even talk." Rosalie smirked, raising one curious, blonde eyebrow.

"That's because Nessie is the perfect woman!" Emmit was in my peripheral view, suddenly getting smacked upside the head by Rosalie.

My breathing paused for a moment. I could hear Jacob coming up the steps out front. A human musk filled my eager senses, and I turned quickly, just in time to see him walking through the front door.

He smiled at me as he tilted his head, grabbing his long black hair - I encouraged him to grow - in a strangle hold and pouring the excess moisture onto the welcome mat by the front door.

My face almost hurt from the fire swarming in my cheeks when Jacob's lips curled up at me like that.

"Oh, oops! I should have done that outside." He mumbled, staring down at the pool of water beside his feet. Within a couple seconds he had run to the linen closet and grabbed a towel to mop up the spill.

"Maybe you should have stayed outside. Wet dog smells worse than dead blood." Rosalie rolled her eyes, but she never turned away from the television screen to notice how he wrinkled his nose or tightened the muscles in his upper arms.

"Hey Rosie, why did the blonde take her new scarf back to the department store?" Jacob strolled by - towering over me - and affectionately pressed his large hand against the small of my back. I bit my lip lightly in response while roughly twisting the promise bracelet he had given me for my first Christmas around my fingertips.

I was fidgeting. It seemed like a strange reaction to his touch. I hadn't seen my mom fidget around my dad before, though she was full vampire now. I supposed fidgeting was a human trait.

I calmed a bit when I felt her cool hand drape over top mine. My eyes flickered over to her. She smiled warmly and leaned over to my ear to whisper low enough to ensure even a werewolf didn't hear, "Calm down, sweetheart. You're poor heart is going to give out."

My eyes widened in response. Times like these, I wish I didn't have a heartbeat at all.

Still annoyed, Rosalie didn't respond to Jacob's teasing. Not even when he bend down to her eye level, not two inches from her face to finally complete his joke. "Because it was too tight!"

He threw both hands up in the air in triumph. I heard my mom chuckling to my side. "Good one Jake."

Emmit was nearly rolling on the floor, but he stopped instantly when Rosalie shot him an angry grimace. He cleared his throat quickly after that, "Not funny wolf-man."

Jacob bowed, being the star of his own one-man show, "Thank you, Bella... Yes, it was Emmit."

Rosalie rolled her eyes and mumbled, "Heard that one already."

"Heard it, or done it?" Jacob teased, smiling relentlessly. "Because those are two entirely different things, princess."

I would have laughed too if my mind hadn't been preoccupied. My focus had fallen away from their teasing rather quickly. Instead I was staring at my Jacob, entranced by the fact that I wanted to touch him, desperately. Not just his face, but his arms and chest, and stomach too. The bare, bronzed skin seemed to be inviting me with an open palm and curved fingers. Yet, I was far too nervous to allow my hands, or any other part of me, to advance in his direction. Even when his hand trailed down the length of my hair, I felt both a tug towards him, and a strong pull to get as far away as possible.

How did that make any sense?

My arms folded across my chest, a bit frustrated, and I didn't move an inch. I had to figure out how he was provoking such a reaction from me so I could get him back for it.

"Not funny, Nessie?"

My name snapped me out of my stupor. It took a moment to register his question. He must have thought I was angry at him for something. There was a slight pout on his full lips, as if my approval was all that really mattered.

I smiled widely, unable to hold it back, and nodded my head in response. My words were suddenly lost, buried in the back of my mind. The hidden place where neither his face nor his body was clouding my sensible thoughts. My cheeks warmed a bit under his perusing gaze, especially when his pout gave birth to a wide set of pearly white teeth.

"Jacob Black." I turned to see my dad walking down the stars. As usual he made a beeline to my mom, wrapping his long hands around her shoulders. Afterwards, he leaned towards me, wrapping one hand behind my head and kissing below my hairline. "Hi baby."

"Hey daddy."

"Hey Edward." Jacob greeted, lifting one hand into the air to gesture a wave.

It was curious how Edward seemed to be staring at Jake at that moment, almost as if to reprimand him.

"Don't start that fatherly eye with me." Jacob protested, obviously nervous as his hands left me and began frantically searching for invisible pockets, "I get enough of that at home."

I couldn't help but wonder what Jake could have been thinking to merit such a look. Another moment passed and Edward's golden flecked eyes flickered over to me again. This time he was smiling, but he didn't seem all that amused. I wondered if it was a facade. Was he disappointed in my thoughts?

"Did you have fun with Jacob today?" He asked it as if he wished for me to replay what we had done in my head. Bella elbowed him in the gut, and he laughed playfully before his lips pressed against her cheek. "I'm only teasing, love."

'Of course! I always have fun with my Jacob, daddy!'

He winked at me, and I heard a low grunt coming from my side when I placed my palm to his cheek to show him my day. It amused my mom when we had our own little silent conversations. Edward loved it.

"Sure, sure." Jacob rolled his eyes at the approving - almost thankful - grin my dad tossed his way. He then threw his arm around my shoulder. "I have to get moving. Sam is calling me."

"Already?" Did my voice have to drip with desperation? I felt very human sometimes.

He seemed to like it when I reached up to him, standing on my tip toes to touch his cheek to the palm of my hand. I was reminding him of the promise he made to watch a movie with me.

A wide smile overwhelmed his lips. He pulled my hand from his face, entangling his large fingers with my small ones, and placed a kiss in my palm. "I'll be back later, Nessie. You know I'm here every night. Soon you'll be so tired of me you'll have to lock me outside."

I shook my head immediately. Was he crazy?!

"Good." He laughed, leaning so close to my ear that his hot breath echoed off my already crimsoned cheek. "I would just break through a window anyway."

I bit my lip again.

"Later guys, ladies... dumb blondes."

"Go die." Rosalie responded, feigning excitement in her tone.

Jacob kissed my forehead again, and walked toward the door. My head tilted to better observe the curve of his back, his narrow waist, and the lean muscles of his broad shoulders.

I smiled.

"Bye, my Jacob." I called, the same way I called to him every time he was forced to leave me for whatever reason.

Again, he smiled, and winked at me before walking out the door. "I'll be back before you know it, my Nessie."

And, he always was.

Jacob's POV:

She smelled sweet again today. Not the disgusting vampire sweet, but something like a garden of flowers, or rich honeycomb. I'd been noticing it more and more lately. The scent of a child had leaked away and blossomed into something very desirable, very... feminine.

We all know what that means...

'Ugh! 'My Jacob, My Nessie.' Get your head out of the gutter! It's disgusting!'

'Oh, shut it Leah!' Seth argued. 'You're more of a baby than Renesmee! Why don't you grow up already!'

He was only about a mile behind me as I sniffed my way towards Sam and the rest of the pack's scent.

'What's the drill? You guys heard from Sam?' I tried to ignore Leah's pigheadedness as always. What I did, or how I felt about my Nessie was my own business.

'There's just some strange scent coming from the Westside. We're all going to check it out.' Seth answered. 'You doing okay Jake?'

'Yeah. Why?'

At first there was no answer, and I knew immediately what he was referring to. I could practically smell the smile on his face.

'She's really gotten... cute.'

I grunted out loud at that. 'She's always been cute.' I didn't mean to think that, but his description was such an understatement it was laughable.

'You're both perverted.' Leah added her unwanted two scents. I heard her galloping paws racing ahead of me.

'Leah, I love you. I really do. I really hope you imprint with someone spectacular one day. You deserve to be happy. But please, for crying out loud, give it a rest.''

Seth had quickly become one of my favorite people on the planet. 'Thanks Seth.'

'Sir, yes sir!'

Good kid, that Seth... Well, I guess he wasn't really a kid anymore either. This non aging/aging too fast stuff was really throwing me off.

Sam was right. Something was off. Once we arrived on the Westside I could smell something odd. It was both slightly familiar, and vile. I almost had to hold my breath to keep from gagging at the intensity of the awful scent.

'Good lord!' Leah stumbled around like she were about to pass out, 'What the hell died?'

'Strange isn't it?' Sam and three others walked out from the shadow of the woods. I had gotten pretty good at ignoring Leah's thoughts whenever Sam was around anymore, thank god. 'We attempted to track the scent farther west but it ended abruptly not half a mile from the stream.'

Curious. Embry was with Sam, and usually he could track a scent this strong, no problem. How can it just disappear like that?

'An eagle maybe?' It was the only thing I could think of. 'Or some other kind of bird. It could have picked up whatever this god-awful smell belongs to before it flew away.'

What a long shot! I felt like an idiot even suggesting it, but what else could it be?

'No, you're not an idiot, Jake. I checked the same thing myself, but the scent didn't reach off the ground.' Embry tilted his head to the forest floor, his nose dusting carefully through the trampled leaves where the scent was the strongest. I cringed. 'There was this stench, and then the air was suddenly fresh. It didn't go up, down, North, South, East, or further West.'

'Sure, sure. I get it.' Nessie had a way of altering my concentration a little bit, but not so much that I needed everything spelled out for me.

'You sure?' The low grumble of Seth chuckling behind me didn't help. I must have allowed that thought to slip by accident. Even Leah laughed.

'We all go through it, Jake.' Embry offered.

'You haven't imprinted on anyone, Embry. How would you know?' It didn't offend him. All Embry cared about was being a werewolf and keeping his mom happy without knowing anything about the wolf part. Imprinting on anyone would probably be more of an inconvenience than anything.

His large shoulders shrugged, 'I assume.'

'We'll keep a sharp eye out. There's no reason to think there's any danger here as of yet. Sound good, Jacob?'

I could have kissed Sam for changing the subject back to the more pressing issue here... Okay, not kiss him, but I was grateful. 'Definitely. Though I think we should take turns making rounds just to be safe. If there's any danger to Ness-'

Crap! I was doing this to myself. I could still feel the enticing curves of her back against my fur from earlier for crying out loud. It was incredibly distracting.

'Seriously Jacob! Try considering since Charlie married my mom that I might think of Renesmee as my niece! Could you please stop being a guy for five seconds!' Leah complained.

I growled in irritation, but she was right. I hadn't thought of that.

'Doesn't make Nessie any less attractive to him though Leah.' Seth laughed. 'You know what it's like being a guy now too remember?'

'Being attracted to my niece, or any other female for that matter is not something I signed up for. Control your damn thoughts when we're changed will you please!?' Leah grunted, and stepped around the pack. Everyone laughed at that.

Sam had remained silent for a moment while we all tried to focus again. He spoke again when our thoughts had silenced, 'I will circle tonight. We will switch off in the morning. Agreed?'

'Sure, sure.' I concurred, 'Sounds like a plan.'

...

As promised, I came back to watch a movie with Nessie. She lit up similar to how Bella used to when I walked through the door. Like I was her warm sun.

It made me laugh when her arms flew around my waist in a tight welcome. The breath left me for a minute. I forgot how strong she was. She was still so small.

"Let up Nessie, honey. Good lord!" I laughed.

Her arms dropped, and she chuckled. "Cry baby."

My eyes trailed, inevitably, from her sweet face to the incredible crimson red tank top that clung to her body like a second skin. The soft mounds of her breasts barely peaked above the neckline, but it was certainly enough to notice.

I already poured love out of my veins for this girl. This physical/animal attraction was so new compared to the already imprinted love I had in my soul. I new I would lust for her one day, but still... I may very well burst into flames at some point in the near future.

'Lord have mercy on my perverted soul.'

I kissed her forehead so I was forced into looking at her hair instead of her chest. - Was that Edward I heard growling in the other room?

When she pressed her hand to my face, I saw an image that made me absolutely hysterical for a good, full minute. Nessie was on her tip toes, bent over with her entire top half buried in the hood of Rosalie's brand new Corvette convertible. She yanked out the drivetrain, holding it up like a victory.

Go figure, I did rub off on her.

"You building a car now?"

"I'm making mine faster!" She exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement. "And before you ask, I don't want your help. I can do it myself, but you can watch me if you want."

I laughed again. "Sure, sure. And I'll keep my mouth shut when you attach it to the wrong gauge too."

"It will be perfect!" She argued. "You just wait to take a spin in my classic Chevrolet Chevelle when it tops 130!"

Nessie. Is. The. Perfect. Girl.

I dodged a few blows from the blondie - holding back another fit of laughter - as we made our way into the living room, my hands entangled tightly with the little mechanic leading the way.

What was this, family night? The entire Cullen clan was present. I adamantly refused to look Edward in the eyes even though I felt his gaze burning into my skin like Cyclops.

"Hey Jacob!" Everyone shouted in unison as if they had prepared beforehand.

"Hey. So where's the popcorn?"

Only Nessie and Bella laughed at my joke. The rest just smiled politely, and Rosalie rolled her eyes. Eh, it wasn't all that funny anyway.

"Are you hungry, Jacob?" Esme asked, a hopeful smile on her lips.

Hmm, actually...

"I don't want to be a burden." My stomach growled as if it heard the cue.

"Nonsense!" She laughed, stepping up from the couch to make her way into the connecting kitchen. "Who will eat it if not you? Nessie isn't much for human food either. It would go bad just sitting here."

She was already throwing recipes around in her head, I could tell. "Uh, yeah. Thanks Esme." That woman was way too sweet. It almost made me uncomfortable.. If she wasn't so great.

What really made me uncomfortable was the movie choice. I was outnumbered 8-2 between classic "Rambo," and "Titanic."

These vampires were pansies! How the hell did "Titanic" overrule "Rambo"?!

"Emmit?" Seriously! Even Nessie agreed with my choice. "What do you have to say for yourself, man?"

He shrugged, and smirked.

"The guys have a thing for Kate Winslet." Alice chuckled, staring up at Jasper mischievously, and pursing her lips. "You know I'm right!"

He smiled at her adoringly, and placed his hand on her knee.

I wondered why we hadn't just asked Alice what we were watching instead of taking a vote in the first place. Oh yeah, because my vote wouldn't have been counted - not that it mattered.

All was forgiven when Nessie's hand trapped mine, and she yanked me to the love seat in the corner. I sat down - more like fell down - and she crawled into my lap. She took both of my arms and placed them around her slender shoulders before settling against my chest.

It wasn't unusual for her to sit on me like that. She'd been doing it since she was born. Still, under her light weight, I was having a hard time finding my breath.

Edward was chuckling silently. I could see his shoulders twitching up and down. Bella snapped some narrowed eyes at him, and he stopped pretty quick after that. He wouldn't be laughing for long anyway. I was just waiting for my thoughts to wander into inappropriate territory again.

"You can go ahead and start the movie Carlisle!" Esme called from the other room, "I'm about done."

"You sure, sweetheart?"

"Positive."

The moment the lights were out and the movie began, I noticed the warmth of Nessie's breath against my chest. It surprised me, considering my skin felt like fire to most people. Nothing should make me feel warmer than I already did, but Nessie somehow seemed to pull it off effortlessly. It sent shutters down my spine, and made my knees buckle together.

Out of absolutely nowhere, she playfully nipped the side of my neck. She didn't break the skin like she did when she was younger. But the feel of her teeth against my flesh was enough to make the hairs on my forearms stand straight up, like an electric current just jolted through my entire body.

Reflexively, I jumped in my seat, laughing awkwardly at myself. "Nessie!"

"You two are entirely too weird." Rosalie commented. She smiled at her niece, before glaring at me. I knew her mention of 'weird' was edited for my Nessie's sake.

When Nessie pulled away, she was giggling, her wide eyes squinting with two adorable dimples painted across her porcelain face. "I'm just teasing you." She whispered softly, her breath tingling my ear.

She had no idea what she was doing to me.

Claire, the young girl Quil imprinted with, was now... nine. Nine years old. He most certainly did not think of her the way I now thought of my Nessie.

It was hard to make sense of it until I was actually looking at her. Yes, she had definitely grown. And I was absolutely, 100 percent possitive that she was the most beautiful creature to have ever walked the planet.

God, those chocolate eyes, spiraled with thick black lashes coating heavily against both top and bottom lids. And her long curls, so soft and inviting that I found my fingers entangled in her locks regularly. She looked so much like her mother, and yet so much more appealing to me that I had long forgotten my desire to be with Bella that way. I saw the bloodsuc- I mean, Edward in there too, but those features were easily concealed by just being Renesmee.

Inheriting the perfect physical attributes of her particular parents didn't seem quite so fair to all the other females in the world, and far more than fair to me. How the hell did I get so lucky?

But she was seven years old! Sure, sure. That meant she was fully grown in her own right, but having a dozen other werewolves thoughts in my head over the matter wasn't helping my case. Particularly Leah. If I heard, 'You're a pedophile,' one more time, I swear I was going to swallow her head.

Personally, I didn't have a problem with the fact that Renesmee was very young. She had reached her peak age, and my brain had switched from 'overprotective friend' to 'please dear god make me stop looking at her low cut top before her dad hears what I'm thinking right now.'

Oops, too late! Edward was definitely giving me the evil eye. I shrugged, and clenched my teeth together tightly. 'Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.' What else could I say? These feelings were more than overwhelming.

Edward's disapproval of my male instincts were easily forgotten when I felt Nessie curl up against my chest as if she were a tiny kitten. My arm tightened reflexively around her waist. I wanted her closer, every beautiful inch of her.

She was still my little Nessie. The innocent little girl that pulled my hair and giggled when I scrunched my nose in mock pain, or yanked and pulled at my cheeks like putty. That Nessie just grew up, very fast I might add. Sure, sure, I wanted to protect her more than anything else in this world. Only now, I was feeling she may need protection... from me.

It seemed imprinting was much more powerful than I had expected.


To be continued...

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