Thanks again to Becca; Searching-For-My-Reason, for some ideas on this chapter. Sorry it's so sort; I haven't had time...
Renesmee POV;
I sat up, and sure enough, Jasper was standing halfway down the stairs staring at me with a peculiar expression plastered on his face. He raised his eyebrow; confused. "Why are you worried?" He asked, still looking confused.
I sighed and looked at the hard wood floor in front of me. In a flash, he was sitting next to me on the couch. I still stared at the floor when I answered; "I don't want anything to happen to Jake, Uncle Jasper…" I looked up at him to see his expression soften. He wasn't confused anymore.
"Ness… You don't have to worry about him." He made sure to put emphasis on the word him, and put his arm around my shoulders.
I sighed "Why don't I?" I asked stupidly. He looked at me like the answer was obvious.
He replied anyway. "He's a big boy, he can handle himself." He explained in a caring tone. I smiled half heartedly at Jasper.
He then looked at me hesitantly… "Maybe if I tell you what happened with your Aunt Alice and me, it will help with you and Jake." He finally explained, after much hesitation.
I loved hearing about my family's past. "Sure, Uncle Jasper." I smiled, my eyes probably showing intense interest, because he smiled his bright white teeth at me, and began the story…
"It all began when I first walked into a Philadelphian diner, and there she was… I didn't know if she meant to attack or not, so I was cautious. But she only smiled. 'You've kept me waiting a long time.' She said. She held out her hand and I took it, without stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For the first time in a century, I felt hope. Alice told me what she'd seen of Carlisle and his family. I could hardly believe that such an existence was possible, but Alice made me optimistic. So we went to find them." He finished.
I stared wide eyed at him for a moment, until I finally found voice. "That's a nice story." I commented. He laughed brightly as I stared in confusion.
"That is the exact words your mother used when I told her the same story, for the first time." He laughed again.
That brought up the question in my head I was thinking about earlier. What happened with my mom and Jasper? I looked up at Jasper, and began to ask my question.
"Jasper? What happened with you and my mom, a few years ago? I heard my mom talking about it with my dad…" I asked.
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