AN:/ Okay so this story is about Jacob and Renesmee's son Jacob. Stick with me it will start out slow but it will be good and complicated I promise you. I will be referring to the original Jacob Black, Renesmee's husband as Jake and their son as Jacob so it doesn't get to confusing hopefully. If the pov is not the original characters it will be listed if I don't say the pov then it's the original one whose name will be revealed later on in the story. As usual some characters are SM's the rest come from my somewhat twisted imagination. Let me know what you think good or bad.
I sat in the chair.
The one directly across from his bed. The one I always sat in. waiting for him to wake up and start his day. My thoughts were on the usual. Today's agenda. Morsen, I missed him like crazy. It had been over five months since I'd seen him. An unusually long time for us. But I, we had duties and my charge had been moving around with his family the entire summer, adding to the danger.
Which meant I had to be extremely vigilant, always watching out for him.
He stirred. His heart rate increased, his breathing sped up ever so slightly. It wouldn't be long now. I glanced at his alarm clock. He only had six minutes left but he'd likely wake up before it went off, he usually did.
I continued watching him. Watching someone sleep was an oddly peaceful thing.
I knew everything about him.
It was strange knowing so much about someone when they didn't even know you existed, had never even seen your face.
I had been with him since he was four. I had been unhappy with the assignment. I was use to action, fighting, intrigue, and danger. And now what? I'd been assigned to watch a child? An insignificant child no less. Until I'd learned who he was and why I was watching him.
It had been one of my easiest assignments these past twenty years, and also one of the most uncomfortable.
The first rule of charges was not to get attached. I was there to do a job nothing more nothing less. It had never been a problem before, but it was with him. After being there for so much of his life. It was hard to not care, I knew that if anything happened to him….well I wasn't exactly sure what I'd do, but I had a feeling it wouldn't be good. My instincts clued me into at least that much.
I had little almost no experience with emotions like empathy, sympathy, sadness, or fear. They were all foreign to me.
He rolled over, two minutes before his alarm clock sounded and turned it off.
He looked directly at me and saw nothing. Looking past me out the window. He looked sad this morning. He rolled over looking at the ceiling and sighed.
Maybe he missed Grace. My instinct told me that wasn't the case. After twenty years it was incredibly easy to read him, but there were days when a look came over his face that not even I could decipher. This was one of those days.
He was not an emotional person. His own family often found him hard to read and understand. He had always been the quite one. The serious one, often in his head, but he was also the sweet one and the most "talented".
Lately he had been even more distant. Harder for even me, who followed his every step just about, to read. He had nightmares. They didn't seem to scare him but his heart rate increased along with his breathing, and he would wake up sometimes clutching his pillows and struggling to breathe it seemed. I wondered what he was dreaming about.
I had asked the council but even they could not see what he was dreaming about or where it would take him.
He got up, heading for his bathroom. I averted my eyes until I heard the shower running. I got up and went to the window waiting for my charge.
Jacob Black.
