Forever After will be updated tomorrow.
Renesmee Black
Jacob and I left early on Friday morning. It was six am and I had to practically pull Jacob out of bed. From the years of having six kids under teb taught me to get up early and embrace the day. Jacob had got used to the lie ins recently. He was groggy and moody as we left the house and climbed onto the boat. It took a whole day to get to where Nahuel and Sarah lived in northeast Brazil. We had to take a boat to Rio, a car to the airport, a six hour flight to the city closest to Sarah and then another car journey to where they lived on the coast.
"Sleep Jacob, we won't be in Rio for another hour" I told him as we climbed onto the boat. We hired a driver, I could have easily driven the boat back but I was feeling lazier today. It was a slightly bigger boat than usual, one of the many we owned but it wasn't a speed boat. It had its own couches and seating area separate to the cabin where the driver was. Jacob was trying to stay awake as he lay across the couch. He groaned and spread his arms out towards me.
"I want to hold you when I sleep" he said like a spoilt child and I was his favourite teddy bear.
"I have things to do" I told him sweetly and kissed his nose, trying to let him down gently, I'd give anything just to sleep in his arms but I had to plan our day and sort out arrangements to return back to the island. He grabbed my waist quickly and pulled me down on top of him I giggled but moved to sit up.
"No" he grumbled and pulled me under him so I was pinned against the couch. I stared up at him, his body pressed against mine and I was starting to feel dizzy with the close proximity.
"Jakey" I said softly, "I have things to do"
"Those things are more important than your husband?" he asked, his lips only millimetres from my jaw.
"Yes" I said although my voice shook.
"Is it too much to ask to cuddle with my wife?" he asked, this time moving to my neck, his hot breath cascaded over me setting my skin on fire.
"You and I both know we wouldn't do much cuddling" I told him, my voice becoming stronger. You'd think after one hundred and twenty years we'd have learnt some self-control but there were times with Jake I felt like a teenager again. This would be one of those times. I really had to get things done, I had tickets to get ready, I had calls to make and arrangements to verify.
With all the strength I had I pushed against his chest so he was sitting on the couch, I say across his lap and kissed him hard on the mouth.
I have things to do. I placed in his head and climbed off his lap. He groaned loudly.
"Such a tease" he grumbled and slumped back onto the couch. I laughed as I walked away.
When we arrived in Rio, we took a car to the airport where we boarded in first class. Before we knew it we were in Natal, Brazil and we had to take a two hour drive down to where Sarah was living. I felt like my aunt Alice on a shopping trip as I neared the address Sarah and given me.
"Calm down" Jacob laughed at me in the car. He was driving as fast as he would allow himself to go, if he allowed me to drive we'd be going a lot faster than this, I had inherited my love of speed from my father and Jacob didn't seem to approve of it. Especially when I was in the car with him, I had often seen him speeding at a hundred mile an hour when it was just him or Edward in the car; but he was way too overprotective to drive like that when I was in the car with him.
"We could have made this in an hour Jacob" I sighed.
"Well we're here now," he said as he pulled up to the beautiful sea front house. He parked quickly and I was out the door before he cut the engine. As I reached the door it opened and Sarah was standing in front of me with her usual Jacob inherited smile.
"Mother!" Sarah called as she embraced me, seeing my daughter shocked me. Not because I hadn't seen her for a while but because she was different. Her hips were wider and her breasts were fuller.
"You had a baby?!" I screeched pulling away from her.
"What?" Jacob asked; clearly not as in tune to our daughters body as I was. Sarah smiled at me as Nahuel walked towards us with the most beautiful baby I think I had ever seen, and that goes for my own kids too.
"Oh my gosh" I gasped and she was right in front of me, her large brown eyes watching me curiously. She was about the size of a seven month old, which meant she was born two days ago. "Sarah why didn't you tell me" I asked.
"I wanted it to be a surprise. I would have if I didn't know you were coming to our part of the world, but since you were already on your way I thought I'd leave it for a surprise. The birth went great, Nahuel was amazing and delivered her himself, he spoke to Carlisle all the way through it but he really didn't need to; everything went fine." She said.
"Can I hold her?" I gasped, the little girl had very dark brown hair, almost black, and her eyes were my chocolate brown, just like many other decedents of our family. Her face was perfectly proportioned and she was strikingly beautiful to look at.
"Of course you can." Nahuel said with a smile.
"Izellah this is your grandmother. She's my momma" Sarah said softly to the baby in Spanish, I assumed it would be her first language living in South America. Whilst Brazil's official language was Portuguese, Nahuel's was Spanish, since he was from Chile, not Brazil itself. The baby smiled warmly at me, already with a full set of teeth and she held her arms out. I took her in my arms and held her to my chest. I didn't even want to look away from the baby in my arms. I felt drawn to her almost as strong as my imprint to Jacob... almost. The strength of it surprised me.
"Her name is Izellah?" I asked Sarah, finally able to pull my eyes from the baby to look at Sarah. Sarah smiled.
"Izellah Bianca Neve, I hope you don't mind us using that name," she answered and I looked down at the curious baby looking up at me.
She was pale and beautiful and lived up to her name completely. I already knew what her name meant. Izellah was a name we considered for Isobel before deciding on the latter. It meant Little Princess and Bianca Neve meant Snow White. I remember Pancrazio had the Italian versions of the Disney stories in his house, he read them to Sophia as a child so she learnt Italian and I remember specifically pulling the book of Bianca Neve out and seeing the familiar picture of Snow White on the front.
"Of course not" I said softly, not taking my eyes off my newest granddaughter.
"No surname?" Jacob joked as he moved the hair from Izellah's face. She stared up at him with wide curious eyes.
"Not really no. We don't really use surnames here, we're cut off mostly from the city, and it's only a small town. Since Nahuel doesn't have one we decided not to give her one for everyday use, I don't even use mine but I suppose officially she's Black." Sarah answered.
"She has plenty of time to decide what her name should be when she grows up." Nahuel said lovingly as he stared at his daughter. I smiled up at him; I had never seen him like this… he was so paternal. I never imagined him with a child; I could see my daughter with one but for some reason I never thought of Nahuel with one.
"What does her name mean?" Jacob asked.
"Snow White" I answered him as I kissed her forehead.
"I didn't know you were one for princesses anymore Sarah" Jacob winked at our daughter. We all walked further into their house.
"Snow White was always my favourite princess. Don't get me wrong I never imagined naming my daughter that. We originally were going to call her Izellah Pire after Nahuel's mother but when she came out looking exactly like how I always imagined Snow White as a child I couldn't get it out of my head. I was going to blend the names somehow and after doing research the day she was born I found out Pire means Snow anyway. It was just perfect. I didn't want her name to literally be snow white so we looked it up in other languages, I thought Bianca Neve was the prettiest alternative, plus it's Italian and our family is in Italy. I fell in love with the name instantly"
"As did I. I see my mother in her every day she grows" Nahuel smiled at the baby now sleeping in my arms. She was strikingly a mix between Nahuel and Sarah, Nahuel's dark features and Sarah's pale skin. The only thing that I couldn't match with her parents was her hair. Sarah had my colour hair but it was straight, not one curl in it what so ever. Izellah had my waves. Charlie's waves. The thought of my grandfather brought a lump up to my throat.
"She's beautiful Sarah" Jacob said to our daughter, I was too busy watching the baby sleep in my arms to listen to the conversation around me. I hadn't been this transfixed with a child since my own and the first of my grandchildren.
"Are you going to give her a sibling?" I asked Sarah. None of her own siblings had children recently. They all seemed to have their children early like I did and lived life afterwards. Sarah and my twins were the only ones without children. Zac and Leah never wanted them and Leah never wanted to stop phasing to have them and Tony and Anelie lived in the Volturi. Whilst Lidiya had children, Anelie never seemed to want them. At least that's what Tony told me, part of me thought he wanted them. He had always been good with Izzy when she was a baby.
"Maybe," Sarah answered; Nahuel looked over to her briefly before turning to look back at the baby in my arms. "If we do I don't want to wait too long, if she has a sibling i want them to grow up together" she answered.
"That would be sweet, just in time for us too" I smiled. Now we were living on Isle Isabella, I could see Izellah as much as I wanted; I would definitely be making this trip more than I originally planned to. I wanted to be in Izellah's life as much as I could. I always imagined Sarah would have been the first of my children to be a mother but I was glad she had waited. I had seen my other daughters and my oldest son being parents and now it was time for Sarah and I could give her all my attention.
"So does she have an ability?" Jacob asked during the conversation.
"You haven't worked it out yet?" Sarah giggled.
"No" Jacob frowned.
"She used it on mom the second I told her she was her grandmother" Sarah explained, I frowned, looking up from the sleeping baby to my daughter.
"I don't understand" I told her truthfully.
"It seems to work much like aunt Chantelle's or very similar which has me wondering how she even obtained that kind of ability when im not directly related to Chantelle" Sarah began.
"How do you mean? She controlled her?" Jacob asked.
"She seems to be able to draw in attention yes. When shes upset it's even harder to resist her, shes held nearly twenty four seven because we simply cannot deny her" Sarah explained, I smiled softly.
"Part of that is probably because shes your first child" I told her, I remembered having William and never wanting to put him down; I always wanted to hold him. Sarah shook her head but smiled back.
"She puts you in a trace. She can force you to look at her and only talk to her. She did it last night, only a day after she was born. She was crying, I went to go see her but Nahuel was calling me, telling me to feed her blood instead of food and she would settle easier, only I couldn't answer him, I couldn't even look away from her. I wanted to, I wanted to talk to him but I just couldn't physically do it. I could only listen to Izellah."
"That is very similar to Chantelle's" I mused. "She used it on me?" I asked.
"Yes she didn't let you look away from her the moment you saw her." she explained.
"I suppose we won't know the full extent of her abilities until shes older" Nahuel added.
As we continued our conversation I held Izellah as she slept. Sarah moved from the couch she was sitting on next to me over to Jacob in the arm chair, he looked up at her slightly confused before relaxing immediately and opening his arms, a slight smile playing on his lips. She sat on his lap and curled into him as we continued to speak about our lives and family. I smiled at my husband and daughter. Sarah had been Jacob's little princess from the start. He called her little princess all throughout her childhood and now Sarah had named her daughter that. Sarah sat on her father's lap all evening. There didn't seem to be enough time in the day to catch up. I had barely got any sleep on the plane and was feeling very tired by eleven pm. Izellah had spent most of the time in my arms, she was passed between Nahuel, myself and Sarah with Jacob various times but kept asking me to hold her, which I obliged every time. I already loved my granddaughter immensely and it wasn't because of her ability.
By ten past eleven Sarah finally moved from her father's lap, she walked over to me and held her arms out for her daughter. Izellah cried as Sarah pulled her out of my grasp.
"No baby you have to go to bed now, grandma will still be here in the morning" Sarah tried to soothe her daughter. I noticed she never spoke directly to Izellah in English.
"It's ok I'll come with you and put her to bed" I said the baby squirmed in her mother's arms. The baby seemed to understand my every word and she settled, resting her head over her mother's shoulder sleepily.
"So does she understand English?" I asked my daughter, leaving our husbands in the living room talking as we made our way to Izellah's nursery.
"Yes I believe so, we don't often talk to her in English but it is spoken in the house" Sarah told me.
"Your American accent has gone" I told her with a bittersweet smile.
"I speak Spanish far more than I do English now a days" she told me as we entered Izellah's nursery. It was beautiful; it was truly a room for a princess. She dressed Izellah in pyjamas and sat in the rocking chair. I stayed by the door but Sarah summoned me into the room.
"I sing to her, she didn't like story books last night." Sarah informed me as she cradled the already sleepy baby.
"What do you sing?" I asked her.
"Hushabye Mountain" she whispered as she kissed Izellah's forehead. I smiled slightly, I sang that to each of my children as babies. After Sarah had sung the first verse of the song I joined in for the last two, Izellah was fast asleep by the time the lullaby was over and Sarah gently placed her in her crib.
We made our way down the stairs but only to say goodnight because I made my way to the room Jacob and I were staying in whilst we were here. We planned to go home tomorrow but part of me just didn't want to leave now.
We stayed an extra day than originally planned but leaving was still really hard for me to do.
"When are you coming to visit?" I asked Sarah. "You know Bella will want to meet her great-granddaughter." I told her.
"Soon." Sarah smiled at me. "I sent a mass email out to our family with pictures so everyone knows now. I just wanted you to be the first to know about her" I smiled at Sarah before kissing Izellah's forehead, lingering just for a second and pulling away.
"I'll see you soon little princess" I told her softly. She smiled at me and snuggled closer to her mother. I could feel tears threatening to fall at the sight of my daughter with her baby. Jacob said farewell to them and we headed back to Rio and Isle Isabella.
"Im really glad we went" Jacob said as we boarded the boat.
"Me too, but I didn't want to leave" I sighed as I sat on his lap on the couch he was sleeping on just a few days ago.
"I know, I never expected to meet our granddaughter, it was harder to leave than I thought" he whispered into my skin. "I'm sure you'll be reminded when you see your little sister why we're living here now" he added. I smiled at the thought of little Beth. He was right, although I hated that I was being forced to choose between seeing my baby sister grow up or my granddaughter.
"We're going at least once a month" I told Jacob.
"To Sarah's?" he asked.
"Yes, for at least a week" I told him.
"Very well, whatever you wish my love" he said his breath running over my shoulder; I could feel his lips at my skin. I relaxed into his chest. My head to one side and his resting over my shoulder.
"Do you know how much I love you?" Jacob whispered into my skin, I smiled, although he couldn't see my face.
"Are we really going to have this conversation?" I asked him with a giggle, he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me to him securely.
"Yes. I feel like I don't tell you enough." He said.
"You tell me everyday" I reminded him, "you have for a hundred and twenty years"
"That seems like such a large number, It only feels like a decade since I married you"
"Tell me about it" I giggled.
"I never thanked you, for giving me such an amazing life and children and grandchildren and a family. Your family, I never thought id call Rosalie a friend. I never thought id call Edward my best friend and father. Thank you" he said. I was starting to get emotional. I moved to face him.
"What's brought this on? And I'm sure I should be thanking you for imprinting on me" I giggled, he smiled up at me.
"Seeing Izellah, that feeling of meeting our grandchild. I have experienced it a dozen times and it never gets old." He explained.
"I know what you mean" I said and gave him a gentle kiss. "I love you"
"As I love you and always will, for another one hundred years and hundreds after that" he answered and I wrapped myself around Jacob in a hug. There was no one in this world I could hug and fit with perfectly with except for my Jacob.
This is the last Renesmee POV / central chapter of this story so I got a little soppy at the end :P I truly love this couple and it just wrote itself. Did you guys like that I introduced Sarah having a daughter? She probably won't be in this story again, I haven't decided. There's only two chapters left :O plus a little bonus chapter in Italy for those that want to know how Matthew, Lidiya, etc are doing after so many years after Allesandra's death, plus might be a little surprise for you guys.
Picture of Izellah on my blog.