Here's another oneshot, I decided to involve another of my favorite couples this time. Personally I don't like this oneshot, but progress is a boring word.

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Warning to all: Contains BD spoilers.

Progress

A 17-year old Renesmee tapped her pencil irritatingly against the blank piece of paper in front of her. She now understood why her parents despised high school so much, for it was moments like these where she felt exactly the same way. One simple little problem everyone else had probably already solved, was the one that had no solution. She had to answer, in the most creative way possible, what progress was.

Now of course, Renesmee could imagine people rolling their eyes. Why on earth is this so hard? True to form, she earned the over-pondering trait from her father. She set the pencil down and turned slightly in her seat when she heard the door open to their little cottage in the rock. Her face melted into a smile when she saw Jake enter the room.

"You still working on homework Nessie? That's not like you." He pulled out a chair from the table and stared at her still blank paper on the surface. "How long have you been sitting here." Renesmee turned towards the table and glared at the paper before resting her hand lightly on Jake's face. It didn't take him long to figure out that if she thought about this anymore she would start crying or destroy something.

He stood up with a sympathetic look on his face and pulled her chair out, holding out his hand for her to take.

"It'll help to get out of the house awhile. I do that when there is something in my garage I can't fix..can't find the problem. You get the blood flowing and it will come to you." She stood up with a smile of relief and they walked out to her car. Jake climbed into the driver's seat but she didn't mind, it felt good to be able to relax rather than concentrate on something else.

"What were you trying to write?" He asked a little later as they were approaching La Push. Renesmee decided it would be best to talk. Showing him visions while he was driving wouldn't end well.

"For homework we have to write what we think progress is..as creative as we can." She leaned forward and rested her chin in her hands. "It's an easy word, and an easy problem. The trouble is being creative." The car rolled to a stop and they climbed out, savoring the salty air of First Beach. She loved it here, mainly because it meant that the tension between the shape-shifters and vampires had virtually dissolved.

Renesmee hopped up on a rock and looked towards the ocean. "When you think of progress, you see stuffy old men in cubicles doing paperwork and looking at graphs. It's a boring word."

Jake laughed and hopped up on the same rock before pulling them both off and walking to "their" log. "Well, let's start off by saying what it means. In my opinion it's getting things done, plain and simple."

She nodded, having been brought to that same definition many times. "I don't know how to be creative. Progress...it's everywhere. In jobs, homes, dreams, relationships.." She trailed off hoping that Jake wouldn't take the last one in the wrong way. Or maybe she was hoping he would.

Renesmee knew that her relationship with Jacob was a touchy subject. Her dad was still a little opposed to him because of some past event, and her mom still thought her to be too young. In human years, she was only about 5 ½. They hadn't even kissed yet. They had come close, but the deed had never been done, much to her dismay.

Jake snapped her out of her reverie by speaking again. "I guess progress is working towards something you really want. It doesn't have to be a boring word. My grandmother always had a dream of seeing Paris before her time was up. We all knew she didn't have the money. I would watch her put pennies and nickels into a jar and asked her what she was doing. "I'm making progress!" Was always her answer."

She sat down on the log next to him and was relieved that she was getting somewhere. She took Jake's hand in her own.

I guess it's the little things that makes progress. Like brainstorming ideas for an essay that the teachers won't even grade. What are you trying to make progress towards Jake?

He stared down at her and she saw different emotions flick in front of his eyes. "Something I really want...that I want to share." She was confused and he held up their clasped hands to shoulder level. She looked up and he was gazing at her with the look that her dad give her mom. Jake leaned forward and Renesmee caught her breath before closing the space between them.

Renesmee had never kissed someone before, but she doubted that a kiss with anyone else would feel so right. Her nerves buzzed as if they were sitting near a bolt of lightning. Jake didn't push her, and broke away after a short moment. He laughed at her disappointed face and tucked a scant curl behind her ear. "Don't worry, we have all afternoon. I'm sure we could make good use of the time."

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Bella found her daughter sitting at the table a little while later, staring blissfully at her empty paper.

"You haven't finished your homework yet? What were you doing all afternoon?"

Renesmee sighed happily and looked up. "Making progress."