A/N: This is the first chapter of a fic I plan to write after completing Capable. It's a bit lighter and fluffier, but Jacob does not come across well in it.
Anyone interested in some domestic drama?
An ordinary life
POV: Bella Marie Cullen
Blocked
"You're doing it again." Edward muttered from the living room.
I let out a groan and shook my head, reminding myself how fragile the plate on my hands was.
I have been a vampire for almost three years. During two of those years , I watched my shield grow beyond control.
I shook my head to myself. Gritting my teeth.
Edward could always tell when it was expanding, when the thoughts of others were suddenly silenced.
"Mom?" The sweet voice beside me chimed in my ear, and I remembered then what I was supposed to be doing.
I felt like I had made a hundred peanut butter and jelly sandwiches this month. A palette as refined as her grandfathers.
I wouldn't mention it, though.
Charlie was a touchy subject for Renesmee. She missed him, she missed Forks.
But it wasn't possible for us to stay there, not when she had grown so rapidly.
Charlie understood why we needed to leave. He accepted it with grace, more than I could say for some.
Jacob Black had made the move to Alaska absolutely miserable. He'd complained, sabotaged, and argued. But ultimately there was nothing he could do. He could follow or he could stay behind.
That was why I had an overgrown child sitting at my dining room table, devouring his sixth sandwich.
"Had enough, Jake?" I questioned as I passed Renesmee her lunch.
A grunt. A half nod.
I rolled my eyes. Wondered how long a grown man could pout.
This wasn't something any of us wanted. But we all knew that isolating Renesmee to the confines of the house, simply to stay in Forks, was not an option. Of course, we all swore to never let her know that.
Renesmee sat next to Jacob, taking the opportunity to nudge him with her elbow. He smiled widely and nudged her back.
Silently, I left the kitchen and made my way back to the living room, sitting next to Edward as he continued reading his book.
"You're still doing it." He pointed out with a smile.
I nodded stiffly. "I am very aware. Thank you." I huffed, crossing my arms and putting my feet up on the coffee table.
He laughed quietly at my annoyance, turning the page.
Edward had suggested it was stress-related. Maybe my anxiety gave the shield the wrong message. Something hadn't translated correctly, and my shield believed I was in danger. That we all were.
I leaned into the sofa and sighed heavily, trying to relax.
"It's out of control." I muttered, closing my eyes.
"I'm not complaining. I'm enjoying the peace and quiet." He assured me, somewhat amused.
"So glad I can be of service." I grumbled.
He smiled and placed his free hand on my knee, leaning his side against me.
There was nothing to be done about it.
The move had been draining, settling into a new house and town was taxing.
I hoped tomorrow would be better.