Well, here it is. The last chapter. I cannot believe I finished it. This is the LONGEST story I've published so far, and I want to say thank you to those who have stuck with me through the series. Guys, I started writing these after watching New Moon. I know. Crazy. Anyway, I do have ideas floating in my head for a fourth, but I need to get some chapters done first before I post anything. Hopefully that way y'all won't be waiting so long for updates. Please review & let me know what you think of this chapter, the story, or the whole series! I'd love to hear from you! (But remember, I don't own Twilight or it's sparkles!) Thanks again! Cheers!
Chapter 30: The Lion & the Lamb
Bella watched her daughter speed away on the back of Jacob's motorcycle and sighed. Edward came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "What is it, my love?"
"Our daughter just got married," she groaned, laying ehr head against his shoulder, "to Jacob. Jacob is our son-in-law! It's just too weird."
Edward chuckled. "I won't argue that."
"If he ever calls me mom, he'll be in so much trouble."
"Believe me, love," he laughed, "Jacob Black is not that stupid. He's close, but not quite."
"She's happy, right? We did the right thing, didn't we?"
"Yes on both counts," he reassured his wife. "She is very happy. And we did everything for her that we could within the short seven years that she was ours. And it's not as if she's leaving forever, Bella. We'll still see her all the time."
Bella shook her head. "It won't be the same."
"I have an idea," Edward whispered in her ear. Though his breath wasn't ice cold anymore, it still sent shivers down her spine. His arms tightened around her waist and his lips caressed her neck as he continued, "How about you and I go on a second honeymoon?"
"But we're moving to Oakville in a few days. We can't just leave." Bella tried to protest, but it was no use. She very seldom won an argument against her husband, but that didn't mean she would simply give in.
"Bella," he groaned, "you hate that kind of thing. Alice and Esme love it. Let them do all the moving and organizing, and you and I will just slip away..."
"Well..."
"Alice just had a vision," he smirked, placing a kiss just behind her ear. "You and me on the beach at Isle Esme. You look stunning in the warm light of the sun. And that bikini Alice picked out for you..."
"Alright," Bella laughed. "Alright, yes! Let's go!"
Edward offered her his arm. "Shall we, Mrs. Cullen?"
"We shall," she smiled, taking her husband's arm as they headed home to gather their things.
*~J/N~*
Alice's surprise, as it turns out, was two-fold. The first part being a small one bedroom cottage a mile off First Beach where the couple would be spending their wedding night. The second being the honeymoon itself, the location of which was a gift from her entire family. Isle Renesmee. It was a smaller island next to Isle Esme, and Jacob had nearly choked on his own tongue when he found out his wife now actually owned an island.
They pulled up to the cottage on Jacob's motorcycle, and Renesmee sighed blissfully. "It's beautiful. It looks like it came right out of a fairytale."
"Perfect for us," Jacob smiled, hopping off the bike and scooping her up in his arms.
"Jake!" she squealed.
Her husband laughed, pressing his lips to hers as he carried her over the threshold of the cottage. He kicked the door shut behind them before finally breaking away, only to nuzzle her neck. "My Nessie," he growled softly against her pulse point.
Renesmee giggled, tightening her arms around him. "Yes, all yours!"
Jacob carried her up the stairs to the loft bedroom, gently placing her on the bed. She kept her arms around his neck, bringing him down with her. Not that Jacob was complaining. One hand cupped the back of her neck, the other snaking around her waist. He leaned down to claim her mouth with his, her soft red lips opening to allow his tongue access. Jacob eagerly tasted her sweet kiss, groaning with pleasure. Renesmee smiled, taking his bottom lip between her teeth and tugging on it. When she let go, he began kissing her jaw line, grazing his teeth and running his tongue along the porcelain skin of her neck. She shivered beneath him, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling him impossibly closer to her, feeling his incredible warmth from the top of her head down to the tips of her toes. Renesmee placed her hands on either side of his face, kissing him again, closing her eyes and feeling the world fall away.
Jacob sighed, resting his forehead against hers, his feather-light touch ghosting over the sweetheart neckline of her dress. "You drive me crazy," he said, his voice breathless and husky, "and if we don't get this dress off you soon, I might just rip it off with my teeth..."
A delicious blush bloomed in Renesmee's cheeks. "Tempting as that sounds," she teased, running his tie through her fingers, "I think I have something in mind that you will... enjoy a lot more."
Jacob raised an eyebrow. "You do?"
She nodded slowly, quickly pecking his now slightly swollen lips. "I'll be right back."
"Not fair," Jacob pouted, his arms still securely wrapped around her. "You never said I'd have to let you go."
Placing her hands flat on his chest, she giggled. "Just give me a few minutes, Jake!"
He groaned and rolled off her. She sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and glancing back at him over her shoulder. "Would you unlace the back please?"
Jacob chuckled and shook his head. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. "Sure, sure."
He untied the knot, loosening the corseted back of her dress, trying not to let his imagination get too far ahead of him. The corset started beneath her shoulder blades and traveled down just below her hips. He gently bit her shoulder, kissing the tender flesh before whispering, "There. Done."
"Thank you."
She stood up to walk to the bathroom, and Jacob smirked, unable to take his eyes off her. "Don't take too long, Mrs. Black."
"I won't," she grinned. "Why don't you make yourself useful and go get some champagne?"
"Already giving orders, Mrs. Black?"
Renesmee smirked. "Don't sound so shocked, dearest husband. I've been giving you orders since the day I was born."
She heard his deep, rumbling laugh as she ducked into the rather large bathroom. A quick glance and she found the box her aunt had told her was hidden in a cabinet. It was filled with skimpy lace undergarments that made Renesmee blush. She wasn't totally against wearing them, but for some reason it just didn't feel... right tonight. She didn't want anything to be between her and Jacob. Nothing extra to spoil it. She huffed and stuffed everything back in the box. That's when she saw the vintage lace robe hanging on the back of the door.
"Mr. Black," she called softly from the loft to where Jacob was in the kitchen, "your wife is waiting for you."
She heard him come back up the stairs, taking two at a time, and smiled to herself. When he reached the top, the champagne bottle slipped from his grasp and crashed into a million pieces onto the hardwood floor. Renesmee stifled a giggle, but Jacob didn't notice a thing. He was focused entirely on, and in awe of his bride. "Ness..."
She smiled, reaching her arms out to him, the lace robe flowing about her and her bronze curls falling nearly to her waist. She looked every bit the angel he knew her to be. Jacob took her in his arms, kissing her achingly slow, wanting to savor every moment. Renesmee sighed into his mouth, eagerly deepening their kiss. Her nimble fingers loosened his tie, their kiss broken just long enough to bring it up over his head. Jacob shrugged off his suit jacket and stepped out of his shoes. Renesmee grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled her husband down onto their bed. He settled on top of her and she made quick work of his white dress shirt, buttons flying as she tore it from his body. Jacob couldn't help but laugh. "Eager, are we?"
Her brown eyes sparkled as she ran her hands up under his undershirt and across his muscled chest. "Maybe just a little."
Once again, he captured her lips with his own. He continued to place kisses down her snow white throat, his hands ghosting over her sides, leaving goose bumps in their wake. She shivered with pleasure as he trailed kisses down her body, each one igniting a fire within her unlike she'd ever known. Jacob untied the robe, propping himself up on his elbow to look fully upon his wife. "You are so, so beautiful, Renesmee Black," he whispered softly, one hand gently stroking her cheek.
She turned to place a kiss to his palm. "Love me, Jake. Kwop kilawtley."
"Always and forever," he promised, leaning down to kiss her again. "Kwopkalawo'li."
*~J/N~*
Edward stood in the middle of Renesmee's room looking around at the things that had defined the past two years of his daughter's life in their small little cottage. There was makeup and hairpins spilling out of the bathroom from frantic pre-wedding preparations earlier that day. A few posters hung on the walls which had gone from pink to green, to orange for a brief period, to blue, and finally to the deep purple it was now. The posters too had changed. Edward remembered her once begging him for a brightly colored one with a bunch of different fairies on it. That had now been replaced by her favorite band, 100 Monkeys, a taste she shared only with Alice, and Rosalie on occasion. Sometimes Bella. His sisters thought Jasper looked like one of the lead singers, just with darker hair. This was a claim that his brother never failed to object too. Edward looked at all the CDs and books around the room, the pictures of him and Bella, and Jacob, and the pack. He sat down on the bed, smiling when he saw the blanket Esme had made Renesmee folded at the foot of it. A memory of him tucking that very blanket around his sleeping daughter when she was merely a month old flashed in his mind. She was still his baby. She had grown up far too fast, but he could not deny that she had become a wonderful young woman. All the emotion he'd been fighting all day rose to the surface and his shoulders shook with sobs. Whether he was crying because he was sad to lose his baby, or happy for her, he didn't know. Suddenly, he felt a comforting hand on his back and a kiss on his cheek. He looked up to see Bella sitting beside him. In her hands were Renesmee's stuffed lion and lamb that they had given to her soon after she was born. Renesmee had kept them on her bed at all times. She slept with them on her first night in this room as a baby, and then on her last night in this room before her wedding. He took the lion from Bella and smiled fondly. "And so the lion fell in love with the lamb."
Bella smiled back at her husband. "What a stupid lamb."
"What a sadistic lion," he grinned, hugging her close to his side and placing a kiss atop her head.
The lion and the lamb forever as one.
