Authors Note: This took a lot longer to write than I thought it would, and for those who care I'm pretty sure I failed all my assignments. But the good new is, I got a new chapter up, I know you are all eager to see the reactions to Renesmee's latest fashion fiasco.

Chapter 13 – Blindness

Jacob's POV

I had promised Renesmee that we would work on her bike today. And when I say we I meant I would watch her, keep her company and pass her things. She only let me help pulling the old bikes apart, Nessie wanted Jessie to be made by her and her alone. And I could respect that. Jessie was her 'baby' after all.

I walked into the garage expecting to find her in her usual grease stained outfit reserved for engine work which consisted of her denim shorts and my shirt. What I was not expecting however was to see her practically wrapped around her half-built motorcycle wearing a tight black leather outfit which left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

"Pass me a fifty-six spanner would you?" She instructed holding out her hand without turning to look at me.

I blinked before blurting out, "What are you wearing?"

Renesmee retracted herself from the partially constructed engine and stood up. Turning to face me she placed her hands on her hips and glared directly at me before stating plainly with a hint of a challenge. "It's called leather and it is incredibly convenient for working with engines. Got a problem with that?" I couldn't help but notice the split that ran to the end of her chest showing off her breasts.

Renesmee has breasts? Wow, when did that happen. Holly crap she grows up fast. She looks almost as tall as me with those heels. Oh right she asked me a question. "Nessie do you realise how suggestive that outfit is?" I asked cautiously.

Her eyebrow raised as she responded, "Well I'm sorry Jacob but it is a lot more convenient than that enormous shirt of yours that I used to wear. Leather is tight and less likely to get caught in things. It hugs my figure staying out-of-the-way without restricting my movement. In order to achieve that level of convenience, I would have to be naked. And leather is thicker than most other clothing materials, so it is more durable and therefore offers better protection. Also it covers everything so its modest, and believe me I tried it, it looks even more suggestive with the zipper done up." She smiled at me challengingly while proud of her logical answer.

I paused to consider her statement. It made perfect sense, the clothing was mostly modest, durable and protecting, out-of-the-way of engine parts and not restricting of movement. "Okay, I guess that makes sense. I still think it's inappropriate but, that is for your parents to decide not me." I smiled sweetly at her and handed her the tool she had requested.

Edward's POV

I had been worrying about Renesmee ever since 'it' had arrived the other day. She was doing something stupid that I wouldn't like and I worried.

I was just causally walking past the garage for a reason which had absolutely nothing to do with keeping an eye on my daughter, when I heard her thinking. How can he not be checking me out right now? Am I really that unattractive?

And that was all I needed to go into fatherly mode.

"Renesmee?" I asked entering the garage to see her wearing the most provocative and inappropriate clothing I had ever seen her in. If clothing was even an applicable term to such an item. She was pretending to be building her motorcycle that she had dubbed the name Jessie, while 'coincidently' sitting in such a way that Jacob had a perfect view of her entire body. "WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!" I couldn't hold back my shock any more than I could disguise my disapproval. She was my baby girl after all.

"Told you." Jacob chuckled as she stood up to explain herself, barely shorter than me in those heels. She's in trouble now. I don't think I have ever actually seen Renesmee in trouble before.

OH MY GOD! Could she show off any more of her breasts?! This is just ridiculous.

Here we go. Oh well may as well get this over with. "It's called leather and it is incredibly convenient for working with engines." That sounded rehearsed. "Leather is tight and less likely to get caught in things. It hugs my figure staying out-of-the-way without restricting my movement. And leather is thicker than most other clothing materials, so it is more durable and therefore offers better protection. Also it covers everything so its modest." She delivered her rehearsed speech with a slight shakiness to her voice and her eyes almost constantly pinned to the floor, not willing to see my disapproval.

"I see." I told her for lack of anything else to say. There was a pause as I considered what to say next. The silence was filled only with their thoughts.

Oh he is pissed. Not surprising considering that his little angel is wearing tight black leather in front of a boy who is old enough to be her father. I'd probably be the same in his position. But hey what kid doesn't like to play dress up.

I just wanted Jacob to notice me. I think... I think I love him.

"Alright, fine." I assured her honestly impressed by Jacob's complete lack of perverse thoughts towards her even with her plan to provoke such a reaction. A plan that clearly screamed Alex. I was torn between respect for Jacob and pity for my daughter who could not possibly succeed. An imprint means he will develop romantic feeling for her when she is older, and no amount of scheming on her and her friend's part can make that time come any sooner. "I'm not going to say anything about it." Her surprise was clear on her face. "I'll leave that to your mother."

A look of utter fear crossed Renesmee's face as she realised her mother would go insane at our baby dressing in such a manner.

Okay now that is just playing dirty. Jacob thought as he also had a pretty good guess at how Bella would react.

"Explain NOW!" My wife's voice almost scared me as she directed our daughter to the couch a little too roughly.

"Well," and I thought her voice was shaky before. Renesmee took a deep breath before continuing. "Leather is incredibly convenient for working with engines. It is tight and less likely to get caught in things. It hugs my figure staying out-of-the-way without restricting my movement. And leather is thicker than most other clothing materials, so it is more durable and therefore offers better protection. Also it covers everything so it's mostly modest." She once again delivered her rehearsed speech. This time to the carpet.

"Bullshit." I was shocked speechless at hearing my darling wife swear, something she so rarely did. "And I'm sure that this new clothing choice has absolutely nothing to do with a certain boy who shall at this moment remain unnamed?" Her tone was still accusing yet it had lost most of its strength.

"Maybe." My leather-clad daughter mumbled. "But it honestly is very convenient. And much safer than what I previously wore." She assured her mother with a hopeful smile.

Bella blinked.

Yeah, she's pissed. I'm dead. Doesn't matter he still won't notice me. Hell he'd pay more attention to me if I were in a coffin than he does now.

My beautiful wife sighed. "Renesmee," She used that kind, soft, loving, almost silky tone I had fallen in love with. "Sweet heart I understand you want him to notice you in a different way, but dressing like this won't get you what you want. By showing off your body like that you are making yourself look easy or cheap. If you want a boy to respect you you will need to act and dress respectably. If you dress like that you will make people think that they can get whatever they want from you." I love how Bella always seems to know exactly when to stop being angry and to be loving and considerate.

Why does she have to be right? "I get that mum but you are forgetting one thing." Renesmee's voice was shy and timid.

"And what is that sweetheart?" Bella's voice was tender and loving like always, I however was on alert, Renesmee was about to say something stupid.

Think like Alex. Think like Alex.

Oh yeah, something very stupid.

My daughter stood up straight and tall, her face determined. "People can look at me however they want." This also felt very rehearsed. She was not shouting by any means, but her voice was much louder, causing Emmett who was passing by to stick his head in the door. "They WILL respect me however. Because I am not some floozy, I am Renesmee. So they can look all they want, but if I don't like how they are looking at me they had better be skilled in dodging fists. And they will get nothing more from me than what I want to give, if they think otherwise it may become very hazardous for their health." Her pose, her tone of voice and her facial expression, along with what she was wearing did rather demand respect. I almost felt proud of how she said that. Almost though, she is my daughter and she is being very silly.

Wow, if she weren't my baby niece that would actually be hot. I have got to get Rose tight leather. Rose would look so sexy in red leather. Emmett thought before disappearing to continue his previous task as I resisted the urge to slap the palm of my hand against my face.

I had been silent almost the entire conversation, at least since we had entered the lounge anyway. It was time I finally spoke up. "Renesmee," I began almost cautiously and her determination faltered as she awaited a lecture. "I'm not going to lecture you dear." I assured her. "However I am not going to pretend that I approve either. But the one thing I do not want to do most of all is make you into someone you are not. I'm not going to tell you how to dress, however I am going to tell you that it is very inappropriate and I completely disapprove. But I can't really control how you dress, not without risking driving you away. You can wear what you want but know how we feel about it, and I urge you to change. Just as long as you don't do anything stupid alright?" I felt I should give her leeway to rebel a little, partly because I was afraid that if I tried to restrict her and stop her rebellion altogether she would do something worse, but mostly because if the extent of her rebellion was going to be dressing inappropriately for a while and standing up to us a little, I could live with that. Every teenager rebels a little and Renesmee would be no exception but that was okay because she was still my little baby girl who got up at five every morning to dance around in her pyjamas, do yoga at the sunrise she couldn't see and make breakfast while humming or singing.

Bella did not look too pleased but she accepted my reasoning. A smile spread across Renesmee's face as she realised she wasn't in trouble and that I was a big softy for giving her what she wants.

"Thank you daddy." She almost squealed at the freedom she had just been given as she attempted to launch herself into my arms. I only hope that giving her freedom means she won't do anything stupid to gain it like most teenage girls.

"I do have one condition though." She stopped in her tracks as I continued. "You are not allowed to hug me while wearing that, or anything hideously revealing for that matter."

God Dad you scared me, I thought I was in trouble again. She thought before leaning over and giving me a childish peck on the cheek.

Authors Note: Hope you enjoyed that, Jacob really does turn being ignorant into a skill. Talk about ignoring the elephant in the room.

~SophieAngel69