Pink Angel Wings
As Carlisle had promised, I only ended up suffering for about three and a half days. And by the second day, I was surprised to find that it didn't hurt anymore, so that was something I was comforted by slightly. I did try using a tampon like Esme had suggested, just so I know which I prefer. Despite the initial discomfort, after a few minutes, I had completely forgotten about it and didn't notice it at all. And the sticky feeling wasn't there anymore. It was like it wasn't even there.
When I had tried to tell Jacob about this, he just shuttered and told me he wasn't the one to talk to about it. After it had passed, everything was back to normal. I wasn't moody or in pain anymore and I didn't feel dirty all the time. I had gone back to normal. After a few weeks, it happened again, but this time, I was better able to handle it because I knew what to expect. And when I called Jacob to let him know I was sick again, he came back with the TV, VCR and DVD player, and the box full of crappy B-rated movies that we would spend hours making fun of.
When Jacob turned twenty, I forced him to go do something to celebrate. We ended up going to Seattle for a movie. It was one of those movies, I realized, that no one ever paid attention to because it was a date horror movie. Jacob and I were the only ones in the theatre who weren't making out the whole time. We sat in the back and made fun of the movie and how unrealistic the graphics were. Jacob even taught me how to shoot molt balls at people and make sure it stuck to their hair. It was great. Enduring the disgusting taste of the molt balls was well worth it.
At Christmas, everyone was proud to know that I was growing. Grandpa, on the other hand, was first extremely shocked, then didn't want to hear about it anymore. Like Jacob, he had said this was something he didn't want to be spoken to about. I told the Denalis about what Jacob and I had started doing whenever I was sick. They said they wanted to see the vampire movies with us. That night, we had spent hours watching every b-rated vampire movie that Billy had and laughed at them. And, like me, they really got a kick out of From Dusk Till Dawn and 30 Days of Night. Garret had really gotten into 30 Days of Night.
"Oh no, my ex-husband is dead." He said when the main character was killed by the sunlight. We all laughed at the morbid joke. Garret brought his face closer to Kate. "Maybe we should try that." Kate smacked Garret's arm.
"Garret, shut up." She said this with a smile on her face.
"No, seriously, Kate. There's enough secluded towns in Alaska that if anything were to happen to one of them, no one would be the wiser, not even the Volturi." Tanya rolled her eyes.
"Garret, shut up." Everyone laughed and Garret never brought up the idea of attacking a small town in Alaska again.
Carlisle and daddy were thrilled to death that Carlisle wouldn't need to put me on the pill. Midol seemed to work on me just fine and got rid of the bulk of all my symptoms. I continued to grow over the next few months. I seemed to be going through another major growth spurt. In only a month, I had gone from five one to five four. Carlisle was shocked and so was everyone else. I still looked like I was no older than fourteen now, but I looked a lot older than I really was. Carlisle had called Nahuel in hopes of being sure that this was all right.
Nahuel, like every other man aside from Carlisle that heard this, sounded awkward and uncomfortable with the subject. Carlisle said that he would send plane tickets for Nahuel and his aunt to come and have a talk with them. Nahuel didn't end up coming. He had sent over his sisters, Atzi, Yaretzi and Citclali. Carlisle and daddy were, of course, shocked at first to see them, but were still happy to welcome them to our home.
Like their brother, they were very beautiful but they didn't look like Nahuel. I assume they look like their mothers. Citclali was full figured and flawless. Her figure reminded me of Marilyn Monroe but her hips weren't quite as wide. Her eyes were a dark brown and her hair was an ashy black. Her face, though very beautiful, was in a constant critical look.
Yaretzi was very innocent looking. Her eyes were also a dark brown color and her hair reminded me of mink. She was much more slender than her two sisters, not nearly as full figured. She had a shape, but it was much more subtle and sweet looking. She was also taller than both her sisters. And she had legs that seemed to go on forever.
Atzi looked like Citclali, but with a different face. Her jaw was slightly squared. It reminded me of Jodi Foster. Her eyes were almost black and her hair was black with natural brown highlights throughout her hair. Her nose was straight and pointy, but in a way that suited her face. It was also a long set nose that stopped shortly before reaching her mouth. She was also slightly paler than her sisters. I wondered if maybe her mother was or was part Portuguese. All three of them had the same full lips and had the same ears and same shaped eyes. I suppose these are traits they all got from their father.
"Welcome. It's a pleasure to meet you ladies. Nahuel has told us a lot about you." Carlisle was kind and polite to them when they had arrived. Atzi was polite, and had a kind, open smile with teeth like pearls. Yaretzi looked extremely shy and often had her head down. She looked like she would be a really pleasant person to know if you could get her to talk. Citclali, on the other hand, was very rude and judgmental. She was the oldest of the three. Atzi, who was the youngest of the three sisters, did the bulk of the talking. Her heavy Brazilian accent was lovely. She had a soprano voice that was sophisticated and flawless.
"Thank you for welcoming us." Citclali nodded her head at her sister's words. Yaretzi smiled sweetly, then put her head back down. Carlisle gestured for them to follow him inside.
"Please, come in. May I offer you girls anything to eat or drink?" Citclali spoke this time. Her voice was close to the same tone as Atzi's, though hers was slightly deeper. Her accent was just as heavy. But when she spoke, her tone was sarcastic and cruel.
"Some blood would be nice. We haven't fed since we left." Atzi smacked Citclali's arm.
"Não seja descortês, irmã. São convidados em sua casa." She was telling Citclali not to be rude. I didn't know why Citclali disliked me, but I knew daddy would tell me later.
"Por que? Nosso pai foi matado por causa de ela!" They blamed me for their father's death. I hadn't even known he was dead. Nahuel had never informed us of this and daddy never voiced it to everyone. Daddy interjected. His tone was defensive and stern.
"With all due respect, ladies, your father's death has nothing to do with my daughter. The Volturi made the decision based on Nahuel's testimony." Both women looked shocked that daddy understood what they were saying. Atzi recovered herself and kept her voice clam and polite. Yaretzi didn't seem surprised that daddy understood Portuguese.
"We know that, Mr. Cullen. My sister is simply vengeful about our father's death and is eager to point fingers. Please do forgive her rudeness." Daddy looked at them both for a moment before nodding that they were forgiven. Carlisle sighed in relief and continued them inside. Yaretzi surprised me by saying something. Her voice was very quiet. A human would never be able to hear her. Her voice was also a sweet soprano that was almost childish and fearful.
"Actually, Mr. Cullen, something sweet would be lovely." Carlisle gave her a polite, but questioning smile. Citclali just rolled her eyes. Yaretzi seemed to blush. She started poking her forefingers together as a nervous habit. "I just like sweet things is all." Citclali commented.
"That's for sure. You would make yourself fat off of sugarcane if we would let you." Yaretzi put her head back down shyly and didn't say anything in response. She actually looked apologetic. Atzi smacked Citclali's arm again and gave her a warning look.
"Silêncio!" Citclali snarled at Atzi and then looked away. Atzi turned back to Carlisle and smiled.
"Yaretzi would be happy with sugar. Citclali and I do not require anything." Carlisle smiled and looked back at Esme, who ran into the kitchen and brought back a small cup of sugar. Yaretzi smiled back sweetly and thanked Esme for the sugar. Then she started eating it slowly by licking the tip of her finger and dipping it in the sugar. Atzi was also sure to inform Carlisle that they didn't plan to stay any longer than was necessary and would most likely be leaving by tonight. Carlisle kindly asked that they wait until they were out of Washington before they hunted and they agreed.
"I'm sorry to call for you to come here. We were only hoping that you might be willing to inform us of a few things." Citclali rolled her eyes and Atzi remained calm and polite. Her face even became amused. Yaretzi just paid attention to her small cup of sugar.
"Yes. Nahuel told us your reasoning for asking him to come. Silly boy didn't want to talk about such things, so he asked us to come in his place. What is it that you're unsure of? Renesmee looks to be growing just fine." Carlisle smiled.
"I'm glad to hear you say so. It's just that she's going through another growth spurt. We wanted to be sure that this wasn't something to be worried about." Atzi smiled and laughed lightly.
"Nothing at all. This happened to all of us. When we were little, we grew through our toddler years very quickly and our growing slowed significantly after that. But once we all started going through our feminine changes, we went through another little growth spurt. I mean, goodness, Yaretzi was a tiny little thing at one point. But when she started maturing, the girl started growing like a weed. She didn't stop growing in height until she was five eight. Citclali and I only grew to five six." Carlisle nodded his head.
"And did you continue maturing after you'd reached your maximum height?" Atzi shrugged.
"It depends. Citclali stopped growing in height when she was seven. But she had reached her body's current figure by the time she was four. Yaretzi and I were the opposite. We were both slim as bean polls until our last years. But Yaretzi remained on the slimmer side." Carlisle smiled and nodded politely, then his face became slightly cautious, but remained as polite and kind as possible.
"Forgive my asking, but have either of you had any children?" Atzi smiled.
"Yaretzi had a son a few years ago. He's full grown now." Carlisle's face became surprised.
"So your children will grow at your rate?" Atzi shrugged again.
"His father is a vampire, so we aren't sure. Like Nahuel, he's venomous. But as Nahuel said, we aren't quite sure if that's simply random or if it's because he has more vampire in him than the rest of us. We suspect that the more human, the slower they grow, but we honestly don't know." Carlisle smiled, then looked at Yaretzi, who was still nibbling on her sugar.
"What is your son's name, if I may?" Yaretzi seemed surprised to be spoken to. But when she looked up, she smiled when her son was mentioned. She still looked incredibly shy and her voice was still quiet as the wind, but she sounded a lot happier. Her heavy accent was harder to understand with her voice being so quiet.
"My son's name is Marcelo. He's twelve now. He still travels with us." Carlisle continued, seeing as this topic seemed to make her happy.
"Beautiful name."
"Thank you."
"Does his father travel with you as well?" She nodded.
"Yes, he does."
"And what is his name?"
"His name is Rafael."
"And is he native to Brazil like you and your sisters?" Yaretzi shook her head. She looked baffled to be asked so many questions.
"He's actually Portuguese. He came to Brazil in the forties during World War 2." Carlisle smiled pleasantly.
"And when did you two meet?" Yaretzi smiled.
"We met fifteen years ago in Brasilia." Citclali commented.
"And, of course, he does all the talking in that relationship." Atzi slapped Citclali's arm again, and Citclali remained quiet. I was curious, so I thought I'd ask.
"How did you two meet?" Yaretzi looked surprised that I cared, but then smiled sweetly at me and blushed.
"It's silly really."
"No really. I'm curious." She smiled again and stared at her half eaten cup of sugar. She had a wide smile her face.
"We met one night when I was in a sugarcane field. I wanted some sugarcane and I didn't have any money to get some, so I was stealing it from the farm. He was there hunting the early morning farmers. He was about to attack me, but then he realized that I wasn't exactly human, but I wasn't a vampire either. He was curious about me, so he started asking me questions about myself. I did answer him when I was finally able to calm down from the shock of him running up to me. We found that we had pleasant conversation and before we parted, he said that he hoped we would see each other again. A few months later, we ran into each other in Araguaina and started talking again." I smiled.
"When did he decide to join your coven?" Yaretzi answered after another nibble of sugar.
"He didn't officially join our coven until after father died. He would come and go and was always close by, especially once Marcelo came along, but not actually a part of the coven itself. My father didn't like him."
"Why not?" Yaretzi shrugged.
"I'm not really sure, honestly. I think it might have had something to do with Rafael's history." I gave her a questioning look.
"What difference would that make?" Yaretzi smiled and laughed lightly. Like her voice, her laugh was light and almost soundless like air.
"Rafael was born in seventeen forty eight and had been closely related to Portuguese royalty. If I recall correctly, he said that his father had been a second cousin to the royal family and had been a Duke or a Count. Rafael is always very proper and has a very high and mighty stature to him. I think father was always under the impression that Rafael was arrogant and thought he was better than the rest of us because of his breading."
"When was he changed?" Yaretzi continued to look shocked that I was asking her questions.
"He said it was seventeen seventy. So he was twenty two when he was changed. His carriage had been attacked by vampires when he and his fiancé at the time were riding back to Portugal from Spain. He and his fiancé managed to survive because the vampire was more interested in the drivers."
"His fiancé?" Yaretzi nodded.
"Her name was Estela. She was from Spain. I don't remember what she was, I don't think Rafael ever told me. They had never been very fond of one another when they were human and weren't thrilled about getting married, but they stayed together a few years after they were changed. But I think they simply got sick of each other and parted. He said that when they went their separate ways, she made her way back to Spain and Rafael stayed in Portugal until World War 2." Citclali made her comment and her tone was rude and sarcastic as it had been for most of the time she was with us.
"My god, you're being unusually talkative today." Yaretzi held her head down again and was staring, ashamed, at her little cup of sugar. Atzi slapped Citclali's arm again and told her to shut up. I suspect that Citclali is the main factor of Yaretzi's usual near dead silence. It was so strange. Citclali and Atzi's roles seemed flipped. Atzi was the youngest, and yet she seemed to be the one in charge. Citclali seemed to be very insistent in gaining back that role, but never went very far to try and get it back.
For several hours, Carlisle spoke to Atzi about what we should expect in future years and would often ask what Marcelo was like and how his growth differed from theirs. Apparently, Marcelo grew a little faster than Nahuel and the others. He had reached his full maturity by the time he was four. Human food made him sick, his skin sparkled more in the sun, so he couldn't be in sunlight, and his eyes changed colors from black to red like his father's.
As promised, when the conversation was over, they left and made their way back home. I hoped that I would get to see Yaretzi again one day. I think she and I could be friends if she opened up to me. Jacob had work and patrol that day, so I hadn't gotten to see him. I did get to text him before he went on patrol at least. I wished him a good patrol and he wished me goodnight and promised he'd see me the next day.
The next few months were pretty repetitive. Claire and I had hung out for a few hours one day after one of her school days. I let her play with my hair and we played Candyland for a few hours. Jacob joined for a few minutes when he came over to the house. He asked daddy if I could spend the night at his place since he needed to drop Claire off home and daddy said it was okay.
We did the usual things we did. I made Jacob some dinner and we watched movies. He even took me out for some late night hunting that night. I brought down an eighteen point buck and felt better when I had drained it. Jacob and I had slept in the woods that night. His fur was so warm and, like always, his heartbeat was enough to put me to sleep with pleasant dreams. I had petted Jacob and scratched behind his ear until I'd fallen asleep. He seemed to purr when I scratched behind his ear. It was a calming sound that always added to the effect his heartbeat had.
The next few months went by. I started noticing more changes to my body. I was becoming curvy, I noticed. I suddenly had hips and my waist had a definition. It was subtle, but still there. And I thought my butt was getting bigger, which scared me to death. I had thought I might be getting fat. I knew I couldn't ask anyone in my family about that, so I asked Emily. She just laughed when I had voiced my concern.
"Oh, Nessie," She had said, "You're not getting fat, silly. You're just growing. You're getting a figure. That's good. Nothing to worry about."
I asked Jacob if it was okay and he just stared at me with shocked eyes and started blushing profusely for some reason. I had asked a second time when he didn't answer me right away and he just kept blushing.
"I don't think I'm really in a position to say, Nessie." That was all he had said and I knew I wasn't going to get anymore out of him, so I let it go.
It was summer now. I woke up from bed and looked at the clock. It was noon. I sighed. Daddy had been getting on my case about my sleeping habits. He said that pretty soon, he was planning to make me set my alarm. And I knew that daddy was never one to go back on his word. I stretched and yawned as I forced myself out of bed. Then I noticed that Jacob was sitting on my vanity chair waiting for me to wake up. I smiled at him and he smiled back.
"Jeez, Nessie, it's about time you woke up." I giggled and stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed lightly in response. I got up from my bed and walked over to him. I hugged him around his neck and he hugged me back.
"I need to go take a shower. I'll be back when I'm done okay." Jacob didn't answer me at first. That was odd. I brought myself away from him and looked at his face. He was staring at my chest, his eyes shocked. Then he looked away and started blushing. I heard daddy groan to himself in what sounded like denial in the other room, but I ignored him. "Jacob?"
Jacob was brought out of his apparent trance and looked at me. I gave him a questioning look and he cleared his throat a bit before he finally answered me. His voice was shocked and shy and, above all, really embarrassed. I was baffled as to why that would be.
"Huh? Sorry, Nessie. Yeah. Shower. Go ahead. I'll wait here."
"Is something wrong, Jacob?" He started shaking his head, but he started blushing more.
"No. No, nothing's wrong. Just go and get your morning routine done, okay." He sounded pushy suddenly. I sighed and didn't question him further. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face. After I'd washed my face, I looked myself over, trying to see if there was anything on me that might have caused Jacob's strange reaction from earlier, but I could see nothing wrong or out of place. I sighed and let it go. I went to the shower and got the water started to the hottest setting it had. I had to wait for it to get hot. I went in front of the mirror and took off my socks first. When my socks were off, I pulled my baggy shirt up over my head and threw it to the floor. I was about to take off my sweat pants. But then I looked in the mirror, and my eyes widened.
I looked at my chest. Those weren't there yesterday. There were two large lumps of flesh on my chest now. They actually looked close to the same size as the one's on momma. At least, the size they looked under her cloths. I didn't know what they actually looked like and I had never cared to know. I just stared at my chest for a few minutes, not believing what I was seeing. I put my hands on them, just to make sure they were real and that I wasn't hallucinating. But I wasn't. They were really there. I actually had breasts. I was actually getting freaked out. No wonder Jacob had reacted the way he had earlier. He had noticed them when I'd hugged him. I tried to keep my voice calm.
"Momma!" I heard daddy and Jacob groan in denial and discomfort. Momma walked to my bathroom and didn't come in, but she made her presence known.
"Yeah, Renesmee? What's the matter?" She sounded sincere. I guess daddy didn't tell her what I had discovered. I sighed heavily and took my hands off of my new breasts and faced the door.
"Could you come in here for a moment please momma?" I heard no sign of awareness in her voice.
"Sure, Nessie." She opened the door and when she looked at me, her eyes became just as shocked as mine had been. I started blushing and momma just stared for a moment, probably trying to decide, like I had been, if this was really happening.
"Oh." Was all she said. There really wasn't much else she could say. Momma cleared her throat unnecessarily and looked at me again. "I'll call Alice and let her know that we need to go shopping today." I looked at momma confused.
"Shopping? For what?" Momma sighed and forced the word out.
"Alice and I need to take you bra shopping, honey. Go to your room and get dressed and we'll leave." Momma shut the bathroom door and went to her and daddy's room to get her phone and call Alice. I put my shirt back on and walked back into my room. Jacob was still sitting in the vanity chair. He laughed without humor.
"Looks like you grew again." He sounded really embarrassed. I blushed too. "I'll go home. We can hang out tomorrow." I looked up and saw Jacob get up from the chair. I shook my head and went to him and stopped him. Jacob looked at me confused.
"No. Don't go. Maybe you could come with me." Jacob's eyes widened and I heard daddy yell no. I ignored daddy. Jacob just looked at me.
"Nessie…….I don't think you understand what you're asking me." I shook my head.
"You know how Alice gets. She'll start going over the top and momma's not exactly the best at reining her in. I need you there as a source of damage control." Jacob shook his head and started to look angry.
"Nessie, no. What good would I be? Alice doesn't listen to me anymore than she does to Bella." I shook my head.
"Not alone, but if you and momma are both objecting, she won't go with it."
"Why can't you make Rosalie or Esme go? I'm sure they would be more than happy to go with you." He was starting to yell. I raised my voice slightly.
"Jacob Black, you're coming with me whether you like it or not and that's final." Jacob was about to say something, but I held his lips together with my hand to keep them closed. "Whether you like it or not, you're going. No if ands or buts, you hear me?" Jacob sighed through his nose. He opened his eyes again to look at me and shook his head. "Jacob, I don't care if I have to tie you to the roof of the Volvo. You're going." I released his lips and he took the opportunity to speak.
"Nessie, you don't seem to understand the position you're putting me in. Me going with you to go bra shopping would be inappropriate on so many levels."
"Jacob, don't make me hurt you. I said you're going, so that means you're going. If you keep arguing with me about this, I'll make you pay for it. You know I will." Jacob stared at me with a blazing, angered look. I stared at him with the same look, hoping to bring him down. Daddy was muttering to momma and momma, who had initially been saying no to me from the living room about this, was now telling daddy that she would make sure Jacob didn't see anything.
"Nessie. I said no."
"And I said yes. Either you go, or I'll tell Alice to start giving you buzz cuts from now on. Cause we all know how much you loved it last time." Jacob became even angrier, but I didn't stand down.
"You're threatening me now?" I nodded.
"Yes, Jacob, I am. You know your choices. Make it wisely." In truth, I liked his hair this short. I liked his long hair, but this hair he had now, a little longer but spiked a little on its own, was very becoming on him. It made him look very handsome and frankly, I intended for him to keep it this length, but that wasn't important at the moment. After just staring at me for a few moments with anger blazing in his eyes, he sighed and kept the scowl on his face.
"Damn it, Nessie!" I stared him down and didn't falter. Finally he roared his final answer. "Fine! Fine, I'll go!" I smiled at him, but he was scowling at the floor.
"Thank you Jacob. You've made me very happy." He shook his head, trying to calm himself and take the scowl off his face.
"Sure, sure. Whatever." He walked out of my room and went to the living room with momma and daddy to wait for me. Jacob started muttering to daddy and momma, saying that he took no responsibility for this and wouldn't be yelled at for it. Daddy, of course, begged to differ.
I went to my closet and picked something to wear. I put on a white sweater and jeans with my fuzzy slipper shoes, but realized that my sweater looked tacky with my new breasts. I could see through it and my nipples were noticeable. Great. I couldn't wear it. I went to my closet again and took out a baggy black shirt that wouldn't look inappropriate on me. I didn't bother doing anything with my hair. I put on my two lockets and my bracelet from Jacob and walked out to the living room. Jacob was pouting, but I ignored it.
"Okay, momma, I'm ready to go." Momma sighed.
"Honey, don't make Jacob go. He'll feel really uncomfortable if we take him. And, in truth, I'd rather he not go."
"But momma, I'll feel better having him there. And he'll be able to help you keep Alice in check. Please momma, let me bring him with. I need the emotional support." Momma looked at daddy and daddy just shook his head slightly.
"Fine. Fine, I don't care. But he isn't setting foot anywhere near that dressing room. Am I perfectly clear, Renesmee?" His voice was stern. I nodded my head.
"Yes, daddy." He sighed again.
"Good. He can go then." Jacob looked at daddy with shocked eyes.
"Edward, are you out of your mind?" Daddy glared at Jacob.
"Jacob, I'm no more comfortable with this than you are. But I'm in no mood to fight this morning, so shut up and take it like a man, will you?" Jacob rolled his eyes and was about to say something. "Shut up Jacob. You know what I mean." Momma shook her head gently and sighed.
"Alright. We better get going." Suddenly, momma's cell phone rang. She answered. "Hello?"
"Why, may I ask, is Jacob coming with us?" Momma sighed.
"How did you know?"
"Because, Bella, one minute, I could see us relatively decently, just the three of us buying bras, then, suddenly, the image disappears completely. What else am I supposed to think?"
"Nessie wanted him to come with us. Edward just agreed to let him go." I could hear the agitation in Alice's voice.
"Why? Why does she want Jacob of all people to come with her?"
"She said she wanted the emotional support."
"What emotional support? Jacob knows as much about bras as I do about the taste of a Hershey's Kiss." Momma's voice was getting annoyed.
"I never said I agreed with it. Don't worry about it, Alice. If anything, he'll just stand around doing nothing. No harm in that." I heard Alice snarl a little, then sigh heavily.
"Okay fine. But his opinion, if he ever dares to have one while we're shopping, won't apply, understood?" Momma rolled her eyes.
"Yes, Alice, understood. We'll be there shortly. We're taking Edward's Volvo okay. Alright, we're on our way. Bye." Momma hung up her phone and looked at me. I gave her an innocent smile and she just took in a deep, unneeded breathe. "Let's get going."
Jacob and I followed momma out of the cottage. Daddy joined us, saying that he was going to wait for us back at the house. When we arrived, Alice was in the garage leaning on daddy's Volvo waiting for us. She smiled politely at Jacob and he smiled back half heartedly. Alice started giggling when we were a little closer to the car. She was looking at Jacob, and he gave her a questioning look.
"You should let me do your hair again, Jacob. I have to say, short hair suits you." Jacob growled a little under his breath.
"I'm never letting you cut my hair again, Alice. It took forever for this to grow out." Alice shrugged.
"You hurt my feelings last time. This time, if you're nice to me, I swear, I'll only trim it." Jacob's face didn't change. I wanted to get the shopping trip over with, so I answered for him.
"He'll be good. You can trim his hair later today." Jacob looked at me.
"Nessie!" I gave Jacob a look that said, 'just shut up and let it go' and he backed down and sighed. "Only if you trim. And I mean it. No highlights, no funky colors, no fancy shampoos. Just trim my hair, and I'll be good." Alice smiled happily and walked over to Jacob and hugged him. They both scrunched their noses at each other's scents, but otherwise, didn't react violently.
"Thank you Jacob. I promise, you'll love your hair." Jacob rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Sure, sure." Alice and momma got into the front seat while Jacob and I sat in the back seats. Alice drove at unneeded lightning speed out of the clearing near the house and made her way to the highway on her way to a city.
"Where are we going?" I asked Alice.
"We're going to Port Angels. They have a lot of really good stores. And we might go to Seattle." Jacob groaned. "What's the matter?" Jacob rubbed his face.
"The people I work with are in Seattle." Alice rolled her eyes.
"So?"
"The last thing I need is a bunch of car junkies, or god forbid my boss, catching me in a women's panty store. I'll be ridiculed forever and I'll have to find another job." I giggled and patted his arm.
"Don't worry, we won't go to Seattle. There'll be plenty of stores in Port Angels to choose from. And I can't imagine that finding a nice couple of bras would be very hard." Jacob sighed.
"If you promise, Nessie." I smiled and he smiled lightly back at me.
"So you're not mad at me anymore, right?" Jacob laughed lightly.
"I could never be mad at you, Nessie. Aggravated, yes, angry, no. But yes, I'm better now." I smiled again.
"Glad to hear it." It didn't take us twenty minutes to get to Port Angels. It never ceased to amaze me that they could make that trip so quickly. Not to mention Jacob always managed to get to work, in Seattle, a normally three hour drive, in only an hour. Alice drove through Port Angels, trying to pick a store she thought would be the best place to start. To her joy, she managed to find a Victoria's Secret in one of the little strip malls and I all but melted from embarrassment. I knew I wasn't the only one. Momma and Jacob looked just as embarrassed as I was.
"We'll start here." We got out of the car and walked with Alice to the doors of the store. When she reached the doors, Alice looked at me and smiled. "I can't believe you're already so grown up, Nessie." I smiled at her, despite the situation, and she beamed. Then she opened the doors to the store and we followed her inside. The inside of the store was extremely flashy and, above all, pink and white. There were manikins in lingerie with pink and white angel wings all over the store. Alice walked to me and dragged me with her into the store. Momma followed closely behind. Jacob kept his head down and was a few feet away at all times.
Alice took me to a rack of bras that, I will admit, were cute. Some had polka dots, some were bold single colors, some were lacy, some had cartoon characters on them, some had candy, and several other styles that one could imagine. Alice brought me a little closer to her and pulled my shirt behind me so she would see my shape. She did this only for an instant and started looking through the rack of bras. I looked at Jacob, who was still staring at the floor, and I blushed every shade of pink and red imaginable. I was starting to really see why me asking him to come with us wasn't the best idea in the world. Alice pulled out a bra and held it to me.
"This is cute. You don't wear enough polka dots, Nessie. And these are so cute." Momma said nothing and Jacob continued to stare at the floor. I looked at the bra and blushed again. It was a blue bra with sea foam green polka dots and the same sea foam green as lace that surrounded the bra. I noticed this bra was slightly fuller than a few of the others I had seen. Then I realized this was a push-up bra. I figured out, really quickly, what that meant and my blush got deeper.
"It's cute." Was all I said. I didn't really know what else to say. Alice smiled and looked through the racks again.
"If I'm right about this, I think you might be a B." I heard Jacob take in an uncomfortable intake of breath and I looked at him. He was blushing now, and so was I. I didn't know what being a B meant, but whatever it meant, it was enough to make Jacob blush.
"What does that mean?" Alice giggled.
"A B is the bra size. There's sizes AA, A, B, C, D, DD, E and so on. You're at a pretty good size, I would say. I'm just amazed that you seemed to have gotten them over night." I sighed.
"Me too, Alice." Alice took a handful of different bras and then moved to a different rack. Momma wasn't saying anything, so I guess she didn't disapprove of anything Alice was picking up. Then I heard someone walked up closer to where we were. I hadn't expected that person to talk to us.
"Can I help you ladies?" I had thought it was a woman with a deep voice at first, that is until I turned around. It was a man. A man that had shoulder length, curly brown hair that was covered in every shade a highlight could be. He was wearing eyeliner, mascara and even gloss. I just looked at him and Jacob looked once and then immediately looked away. Alice turned to face the man and acted as if she saw this sort of thing all the time. Momma's eyes were shocked for only an instant, then she said nothing and looked away.
"Yes, actually. We're bra shopping for my niece and we need to have her measured." The man smiled politely and then looked at me, assuming that I was the niece she was talking about. I smiled back at him politely.
"Your first time bra shopping?" I blushed and nodded my head. Jacob still wasn't looking at us, but he did move slightly closer to me.
"Yeah. First time." He chuckled lightly, or I guess giggled would be the better word, and took the long measuring tape from around his neck.
"All right, sweetie, put your arms up so I can get a good measurement." I did as he said and held my arms up away from my body. He bent over slightly and reached around me to grab the other end of his tape. He secured it just below my breasts and then measured my breasts themselves. He grinned. "Looks like you're just barely a 30 C sweetie." My eyes widened and so did momma's.
"Are you sure?" He nodded at momma.
"Yep." He looked at me. "You've gone this long without wearing a bra?" I just started blushing and I couldn't answer. Jacob surprised me by saying something. His voice was a bit defensive.
"She hasn't had them long. They weren't there last night." I blushed even more and moved back a little closer to Jacob. The man giggled.
"Well," He giggled again, "You're one of those lucky few then." Momma spoke next.
"Just help us find these bras in that size please." Momma handed the huge pile of bras that Alice had gathered to the man. He smirked at me again.
"You have nice taste, honey." He walked away and went to where there were drawers full of bras. He came back with all the bras Alice had picked out in what was evidently my size. "Try these on, sweetie. See how you like them." I smiled through my blush and went in the direction he pointed me to and momma and Alice followed closely behind. Jacob kept his distance then. The man walked us to a room and led me in. He smiled kindly before leaving. "If you ladies need anything, I'm David."
I tried on everything that Alice had picked out, and she, of course, thought everything was cute on me. I also noticed that a lot of these bras were push-up bras. Momma did complain about this.
"Alice, she doesn't need a push-up bra." Alice answered so matter-of-factly.
"Come on, Bella. The push-up bras are the cutest bras. Everything else is so plain." Momma rolled her eyes.
"That's not true, Alice."
"Yes it is. Besides, Nessie looks adorable in them. And they make her shirt fit better. Admit it." Momma had brought one of my shirts with her so I could wear it over the bra and see how it looked. She had brought my long sleeved red shirt. It was a bold red too. This was one of my favorite shirts. Momma sighed.
"That doesn't mean she needs to wear push-ups. She'll look just as nice in a regular bra." Momma and Alice spent a lot longer arguing about this than I would have liked. While they were talking, I walked out of the dressing room to talk to Jacob. I was wearing the blue bra with the green dots and lace under my shirt. I did like this one. It was cute and it wasn't too overbearing. I found Jacob leaning against the wall, waiting for us. He saw me walked over to him and I smiled at him. Jacob smiled back.
"I know you don't want to answer this, but be honest. How do I look?" I held out my arms so that my arms were away from my torso and he could get a good look. Jacob kept his face the same this time. He glanced, sighed, then looked away.
"You look like a woman." I blushed and smiled.
"Truly?" Jacob nodded and chuckled lightly.
"Yes, Nessie. Truly." I smiled and walked over to him and hugged his waist. He hugged me back after a moment.
"Thanks for coming Jacob. I know this wasn't exactly the most exciting day of your life." Jacob chuckled lightly again.
"It wasn't that bad. Just don't make me go with you when you're shopping from now on, okay? This is yours and Alice's thing." I giggled.
"Alright. Promise." I heard Alice call to me.
"Nessie, get back here. You still have a few more bras to try on." I sighed and Jacob chuckled lightly and I walked back into the dressing room where Alice and momma were. I tried on everything that was left to try on. I didn't really add a whole lot to choosing which bras I liked. Momma and Alice did most of the choosing, with momma usually just throwing her hands up in defeat and saying she wasn't the one who was paying for it if Alice wanted to get it for me so badly. I laughed lightly and I heard Jacob chuckle too.
This all took an hour to do. I couldn't believe Alice had dragged this out so long. By the time we were done, Alice had twelve bras for me and I did nothing but nod that they were okay. No one would be seeing them, so I didn't think it really mattered what they looked like. I stood close to Jacob. I was now wearing my red long sleeve shirt with one of my new bras now. Alice had asked me to do that, and I didn't argue. She gave the cashier the bras and she checked them all out. I did get a little annoyed that it took her ten minutes to ring everything up. Finally, she gave us our total.
"Your total is $360.75." Alice reached into her purse like the number meant nothing, which I suppose it really didn't. To my family, that was pocket change. Jacob, on the other hand, saw it differently. I looked at him and I could swear he was having a stroke or something. His eyes were wide and he wasn't breathing. I pulled on his arm.
"Jacob, are you okay?" His face didn't change. When he answered me, his voice was shaky.
"How can something with so little fabric cost so much?" Alice giggled and answered Jacob's question.
"Quality, Jacob. Quality." Jacob's face stayed frozen.
"Quality nothing. That's how much I pay for rent each month. And that's not including utilities. And, hell, I'm lucky I was able to find a decent place at that price."
"Why does it matter to you, Jacob? It's not your money."
"You're teaching her bad spending habits." Alice laughed.
"There's nothing wrong with giving her good taste."
"Good taste doesn't have to cost my rent." I giggled this time. Alice's face became aware of something and she started laughing hard. I didn't think it was that funny.
"Well, Jacob, when you're the one providing for her, you can dictate the budget, but for now, I'm spoiling her." Wait, what? I couldn't think of a time in the near future when Jacob would be paying my way. I dismissed the thought. I knew no one would tell me anything if I asked, so I didn't bother.
We left the store and Alice took us to another store, much to Jacob's and momma's dismay, to find some new shirts for me. I let momma and Jacob do the complaining. I didn't want to ruffle Alice's feathers over something as important to her as this. When she looked through shirt after shirt, she asked me what I thought and I always nodded and smiled. The shirts I did actually really like, I asked if Jacob liked them. Every time, he always said it looked nice. That was the only response I got out of him the rest of the shopping trip. I noticed Jacob rubbing his temples more and breathing deeper. He was getting a headache.
"Hey, Alice, let's call it a day. I have enough shirts to last me through the winter." Jacob chuckled lightly.
"You have enough clothes to last you until you're thirty eight." Momma and I started laughing. Alice just stuck her tongue out at Jacob and held her head high. We finally left the stores and made our way back to the house. Jacob and I sat close together in the back seat. Jacob and I were playing a string game with a shoelace he had snatched while we were in Sears.
"This doesn't seem like your kind of game, Jacob." He chuckled.
"Neither is Candyland. But I play it with you and Claire." I giggled and shrugged.
"I suppose that's true." I took the string and Jacob took his turn to take the string. "This was stealing, you know." Jacob chuckled and shrugged.
"It's a shoelace, Nessie. No one will miss it."
"You don't know that. Maybe the person that buys that pair of shoes needs a new shoelace because something tragic happened to the other one."
"Life moves on, get a new pair of shoes." We started laughing and I smacked his arm after he took the string from me. "I used to steal buttons when I was a kid." I kept laughing.
"Did you really?" He nodded with a huge smile on his face.
"Yeah. The few times I ever did go clothes shopping, it was with Sue Clearwater and I was with Seth. We used to snatch the extra buttons to suits."
"Why would you do that?" Jacob smiled.
"No reason. We just felt like it was all. We were bored, so we occupied ourselves whatever way we could. Even if it meant making a mockery of Sue's face." I gave Jacob a weird look.
"I'm sorry, you're going to have to explain that one to me." Jacob laughed.
"One time, when Seth was nine and I was ten, Sue had taken us shopping for school. She made us go into a makeup store and Seth and I were really bored. We both covered our fingers in a couple shades of eye shadow and when Sue came over, we kept touching her face. She walked around the mall with eye shadow all over her face the whole time we were there. She didn't find out until we got home and Harry gave her a strange look and asked Sue if she had been drinking when she did her makeup that morning." I was laughing, but I smacked his arm.
"Jacob, that's terrible."
"What? Harry thought it was funny when he knew what happened." Momma and Alice were laughing, but they also stayed in whatever conversation they were having. "Needless to say, Sue never took us shopping with her after that. She just bought the cloths and if they fit, hurray, if they didn't, she took them back."
"Would you do that to me?" Jacob gave me an evil smirk.
"I might if you ever dare drag me into a makeup store." I giggled.
"You know you wouldn't live to see tomorrow if you did." We started laughing.
"We'd see about that, Nessie." I smacked his arm again while we were laughing. When we finally got home, daddy was waiting for us in the garage. He took momma and I back to the cottage so I could put everything away. Jacob tagged along the whole way. After we did that, we went to the house. Alice still wanted to cut Jacob's hair. When I walked into the house, I wished I never had.
"Well, well, well. Nessie. How was bra shopping?" Emmett's tone was amused and sarcastic. I ran over to him.
"It was dandy." He smirked.
"I'm sure it was. Do you plan to let anyone see those knickers any time soon?" Daddy through a newspaper at Emmett's head and we all laughed. I assumed knickers were another, old fashioned word for underwear, so I went along with it.
"Who sees my knickers, Emmett, is none of your business." Emmett made a fake appalled sound.
"Does that mean there are multiple possibilities?" This time, daddy threw a vase at Emmett's head, earning a stern yelling from Esme about how that was one of her favorite vases. Alice set up everything in the kitchen so she could cut Jacob's hair. Jacob, remorsefully, went into the kitchen and let Alice have at it. As promised, Alice only took off a quarter of an inch of his already short hair. She held a mirror in front of him.
"So what do you think?" Jacob kept a straight face.
"I hate it. Thanks Alice." Alice glared at Jacob and he laughed. "It's good, Alice. I won't look a gift horse in the mouth." I giggled and walked to Jacob's side.
"I really do like your hair like that." Jacob smiled.
"That's the only reason it's still like this." I smiled and hugged him and he hugged me back. Later that night, after I had finally taken a shower and gone about my nightly routine, Jacob and I were laying in my bed staring at my ceiling, just talking. He told me about a few new things that happened at work and such. I told him about a hunting trip that momma, daddy and I had taken the day before. After just talking for an hour, I started getting sleepy.
"I mean it Jacob. Thanks a lot for coming with me today. I'm really glad you were there. It made me feel better." Jacob sighed.
"Think nothing of it. I'm sorry I was so difficult about it this morning."
"Me too. I shouldn't have threatened you. I was just so desperate to get you to go." Jacob chuckled lightly.
"It's okay, Nessie. I would have agreed to go eventually anyway, you know that." I smiled.
"The thought had slipped my mind at the time." I was resting my head over Jacob's heart, tucked into my little nook, and Jacob had his arm around me, keeping me warm. He hugged me a little closer.
"Just don't make me go shopping anymore." I nodded into my nook.
"I won't. I promise." I breathed him in. It was his usual musk wood. I listened to his heart and let it take me down. "Goodnight, Jacob." Jacob squeezed me one last time.
"Goodnight, Renesmee." When Jacob and I said our goodnights, I let his heartbeat drag me into a deep slumber.