Chapter 7 My Jacob

I quickly took my hand away from her face and stared at her curiously.

She stared at me in disbelief.

"What's wrong? What happened? Is she alright?" Jacob asked in a rush.

"She's… uh…I…" Rosalie stuttered.

I wriggled in her arms, my arms out trying to go to Jacob.

Rosalie just stood there, staring at me.

I started to cry and kick and scream! I wanted to be in Jacob's arms.

I put my hand to her neck again and showed her me in Jacob's arms. Pwease? I thought to her.

She reluctantly handed me to Jacob, took out some weird thing, starting pressing buttons and talking into it while walking out of the house. (A/N It's a cell phone!)

Jacob stared at me curiously, I smiled at him.

He looked at me, shocked. My smile turned into a frown.

I put my little pale hand on his big tan muscly chest and thought. What's wrong?

He gasped. Why is everyone doing that? Isn't it normal for someone to do that? I thought.

He stared at me and I realised that I still had my hand on his chest.

I dropped my hand and blushed. Huh. I thought. Didn't know I could do that.

"No." Jacob said snatching me out of my thoughts. "It's not normal. Only you can do that - Whatever it is – because you are special."

I put my hand on his chest again. Is that bad? I asked worried.

"No!" he rushed to assure me. "It's good. It means you are one of a kind." His face was practically glowing.

I liked seeing him like that. Jacob. My Jacob.

His face lit up even more and his smile grew bigger, at first I didn't know why but then realised that –once again- my hand was still on his chest.

I quickly removed my hand from his chest again and blushed about 10 different shades red.

Since when was he My Jacob? I thought to myself. It just feels right.

Rosalie entered the house again and put the weird thing into her pocket.

"I called Carlisle; he seems fascinated by Renesmee's ability. He should be home within an hour." Rosalie said as she plopped onto the couch.

I put my hand to Jacob's chest and showed him a picture of me, him and Rosalie sitting on the couch, me in Jacob's arms.

Pwease? I asked.

"Of course." He said as he walked over to the couch and sat opposite Rosalie.

She looked at us curiously but didn't ask any questions.

Where is momma and dada? I asked Jacob.

"Ummm…" Jacob started. "I… uh… well you see…"

He covered my ears and whispered to Rosalie something along the lines of 'she wants to know.'