A/N: I owe this all to Stephenie Meyer
Jacob leaned back on his haunches, a concerned look on his face. Renesmee looked at the floor again. She had told him of Mike and her 'problem' and he had been wearing the same look of concern and pain on his face for the past five minutes.
"Jake?" she asked, snapping him out of his deep thoughts. He looked up at her with pained yet loving eyes. He could see the pain in her own eyes. The pain of hurting him, the pain of telling him about the one part of her that he could never fully bring himself to accept.
"I promised you, Renesmee…" he smiled and reached up to stroke her face, "My Nessie. That I would love you no matter what. And I do. I won't let you hurt this boy."
She pulled away from his touch. "You don't think I can control myself?" she asked in an acrid tone.
"That is not what I said…Renesmee…"
"No, Jacob. I can control this. I have been doing it all my life, and just because this boys blood is more…more pungent than that of any other human's blood, does not mean that I cannot control myself." Her beautiful chocolate brown eyes narrowed in anger.
"I did not say that you couldn't control yourself. Damn it Renesmee. Why are you always thinking that I don't believe that you are strong?"
"Jacob. I..I just think that…" she turned her head away. "I can do this." She whispered. Jacob shivered in his chair, and quickly got up, practically running towards the door muttering his farewells.
Alice quickly replaced Jacob's empty seat, gazing at her angered niece.
"He was only trying to help." She said tilting her head. Then there was Bella.
"Renesmee. Try to understand. Jake only wants the best for you. He also wants to be sure that no one that is innocent gets hurt. It's what he and his pack were meant to do. Protect innocent humans from us."
Renesmee frowned. "Well, he's being a mite unreasonable, don't you think?"
Bella laughed. "Good ol Jake."
Renesmee stood up then, and walked out of the room, up the stairs, and then to her own room.
Her bed, the most comforting thing in the room aside from all the things her doting mother and father had given her, gave her refuge now. She fell asleep listening intently to the wind at her window.
***
She snapped awake. Her nightmares had been full of that tempting blood, the boy Mike lying dead and empty on the ground. Jacob stood in the background, changing into a wolf, and charging at her throat.
Her breathing calmed, she turned on her side, and almost screamed when she saw a pair of eyes. Why hadn't she sensed him before?
"Jake…" she whispered, still fully aware of all the immortal ears in the house.
"Look, Renesmee. I'm sorry. It seems this thing caught me off guard. I think I always knew that you would have this problem one day. I…just wasn't ready for it."
He stroked her pale face. "Forgive me?" he whispered before kissing her gently.
In spite of herself, Renesmee felt herself nod and then smile. "Of course, my Jacob," She sat up and allowed him to pick her up and cradle her.
She could hear the faint growl of her father downstairs, and couldn't help but laugh.
"You better go, Jake. Dad's getting antsy." She kissed him softly before crawling out of his strong arms.
Jacob grumbled, but consented, leaving the same way he had come in. Through the window of course.
Renesmee sighed and turned on her side again. Tomorrow would tell her many things. Especially how Jacob would really react to her other half.
A/N: Sorry it's short. Still working out the details in my head. More to follow after my Spring Break.
