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But that's enough for now
He should've never left you broken
He should've held you
Things your father never told you
The Fray, 'Enough for Now'
The dim, silver illumination of the Forks sky bled through the five year-old hybrid's open window blinds, allowing the dull light to pour along her thick-rimmed, black eyelashes and awoke her from a good night's slumber. A familiar sparrow tweeted her song in a chipper manner for the youngest Cullen member, perching herself on the spruce branch just outside Renesmee's window.
Nessie's ears perked upon hearing the soft sizzling sound of eggs in a frying pan with creamy butter, chopped green peppers, and just a splash of cougar blood. Her mouth watered profusely, and couldn't get out of her room fast enough.
"Good morning, Mom!"
"Good morning, sweetheart," Bella greeted warmly, sitting at the dining table. "Breakfast is almost ready. It's your favorite!"
Nessie tilted her head slightly, perplexed that her vampire mother was not the one in the kitchen, and there was not a single trace of Esme or Rosalie to be found. "Thanks, Dad!" she said, her voice raised awkwardly, and sat down across from Bella. "I'm surprised Jacob hasn't come by yet."
Bella's mouth twitched into a heartbreaking frown, looking like an injured puppy. After all, she was Jacob's best friend, not Nessie, a simple fact that always caused a small twinge of jealousy to poke at her heartstrings.
Over the years, Renesmee usually forced herself to turn her confused gaze away from their gentle exchanges—their warm hugs, whispering idle secrets to one another, and him squeezing Bella's hand in times of panic. At least once every other week, Jacob and Bella would ride their motorcycles on First Beach (due to new terms of the treaty). Nessie would never come along to watch, as she always felt like she was intruding on a friendship that she wasn't meant to be a part of. Still, the sounds of their bubbling laughter haunted the half-breed's thoughts, chuckling at inside jokes she would never understand.
Even worse, Bella, too, proudly owned a traditional Quileute bracelet, with a heart-shaped diamond and a howling wolf charm while Renesmee's was bare.
A second passed when Bella answered. "He called earlier and said he'd come by later, but Jacob probably won't make it before your father and I depart," she pouted.
"Yes, and what a splendid morning it's been," Edward added, not looking at all remorseful as a crooked smile plastered his lips. "I can never get used to that wet dog's odor all over the place." He set down the omelet down in front of his daughter. "Here you are, Renesmee."
"Again, thank you," she replied, and dug in.
Each bite was heavenly bliss, the different flavors swirling in her mouth like a whirlwind. The soft texture of the yellow eggs, the sweet and spicy crunch of the pepper bits scattered all over, and the fresh blood drizzled across the omelet—it was all so incredibly delicious, giving Renesmee the energy she needed to start the day.
When the breakfast practically vanished from her plate, Nessie washed the few dishes on the counter and straightened up the kitchen while her parents packed up their luggage in the Volvo. They all finished their chores in a matter of minutes, due to their vampire speed.
Bella stood in front her daughter, outside the cottage, her shoulders slumped sadly. "I can't believe I actually agreed to letting you stay here all by yourself for an entire seven days! What am I going to do without you?"
"Mo-om!" Nessie whined as she stretched the name in two syllables, her body being crushed against Bella's. "Sheesh! It's just one week!"
"It might as well by a decade," the vampire woman replied and finally let go. "Aren't you going to miss us at all, Nessie?"
The half-human half-vampire couldn't help but giggle at her mother's silliness; she could be so adorable sometimes. "Of course I will, but it's not the end of the universe!"
"I know, I know. I'm behaving ridiculously, sweetie, but it's only because you're my only baby girl. You're growing up too fast. Today, you're a teenager and for all we know, in a week, you might fall in love. Missing a few sunrises could be drastic in your case," Bella explained, feeling the need to justify her concern. "I love you, Nessie."
"I love you, too, Momma," Nessie said, smiling at her mom in adoration, "but things don't happen that quickly. I won't change too much."
"Okay, love. As sentimental as this scene is, our time is running short," Edward announced, tapping lightly at his Rolex. He observed Bella and Renesmee with cold, sorrowful, golden eyes. He patted his wife gently on the back, willing her away from their daughter. "I promise this week will pass with the utmost quickness, love."
Bella snorted in response, simultaneously rolling her eyes in annoyance. "Stop putting on a brave front, Edward. You'll miss her, too!"
Nessie glanced back and forth between the couple; her father remained reluctant in the presence of his own daughter—statuesque—while her mother was almost forcing interaction on them. It hurt the young girl to see Edward retreat to some island, as though to escape fatherhood, and dying to get away from her.
Reading her thoughts, Edward's honey orbs softened, and rested both hands on her shoulders. "I will miss you, too, Nessie, but your mother and I need a little time to ourselves. I would never abandon you."
"I know," she murmured, not comprehending what exactly was eating away at her. "I'll miss you both as well."
He could have embraced his daughter closer than he ever had before; he could have uttered the three words she needed to hear; he could insist that she forget about Jacob and come along for the vacation, but that would merely hurt the pair of them far too much. Edward was too afraid of letting himself hold Renesmee too tightly—for the more he longed to never let go, the sooner she was likely to slip away.
It was too bad a thing like that was inevitable, and so Edward kept a safe distance.
"Goodbye," the vampire whispered back and headed toward the automobile. "Let's go, Bella."
Suddenly, it dawned on Renesmee that she had the cottage to herself for the first time ever—no parents to cramp her style. What does one do in a situation such as this? Any normal teenage would have phoned a hundred of her friends and let them invite their friends, creating a big shindig like in an 80's movie to the point where upset neighbors would call her grandfather Charlie Swan, the Chief of Police, to complain about the ruckus. Nessie decided against it and went upstairs to take a shower.
But as she stripped in the comfort of the restroom, Renesmee caught sight of her stark naked body in the mirror's reflection. Of course she had seen herself in the nude a thousand different times, but she never took too much time to notice any new. . . assets.
Renesmee brought up her hand to cup each breast one at a time, feeling their supple texture and experimenting with the light weight—her pink nipples protruded somewhat at the contact. Naturally, her breasts weren't as big as the ones those women in Seth's X-Men comic books possessed, but not nearly as flat as a cutting board; they perky—a likeable C-cup at the very least.
The half-breed continued to observe her body, interested with it's shape as her hand roamed over the pale fibers of her flesh, like polished ivory with a light pink blush. She wasn't tall like Rosalie or short like Alice, but reached a comfortable height of five foot seven. Nessie also possessed subtle hips swelling out from her waist, and. . .
"Nessie!" Jacob beckoned, hurriedly running toward the cottage.
She instantly jumped into action, shoving herself into faded blue jeans, a white-lace bra, and a blue tee shirt. He frantically called her name again, this time entering through the front door.
"Nessie, I need you!"
The hybrid laughed. "Okay, big guy, whatever you say, but you'll have to take me to dinner first," she teased, smirking at the sight of Jacob in a baseball cap. "Um, what's with the hat there, Jake?"
"Do you swear you won't laugh if I show you?" His dark brown gaze was dead-serious, as if his predicament was life or death.
"I cross my heart and hope to-no, not that. Stick a needle in my-I can't do that either. . ." Nessie gave him a reassuring grin. "Don't worry, Jacob. I promise not to laugh if you don't want me to, and I'd never break a promise to you."
Jacob sighed sharply, and lifted the cap from his head to reveal. . .
"Oh-em-gee, Jacob," Nessie gasped, eyes widening in terror while the poor shape-shifted adorned a look of complete shame, his cheeks aflame. "Did your sister do this to you?"
He nodded solemnly. "Can you help me fix it?"
Before Renesmee could think of a proper answer, two vampire with the absolute worst timing in the world, Jasper and Emmett, decided to make their appearance—both bursting into fits of chortles at the sight of Jacob's hair.
Emmett bounced up and down like a kid on Christmas. "Oh, oh oh! Jasper, got get the camera! Jacob has pink hair! Jacob has pink hair!"