Renesmee and Jacob 3

I had to give Dad credit.  I thought he would have told Mom what he knew or, at least, taken me aside and asked what was going on when we got to the school parking lot.  He didn't.  He didn't say anything in the car on the way to school, he didn't say anything while walking me to all my classes for the day, and he didn't say anything on the car ride home.  Mom, Uncle Jasper, Aunt Rosalie, and Aunt Alice kept staring at the both of us all day.  Uncle Emmett, however, acted as if he didn't notice a thing.  He was his usual self, talking about classes and what a nimrod his English teacher was.

I was hardly paying attention though at this point.  All day, all I could think about was the walk that lay ahead after school with Jacob.  What would I say and how would I say it?  I didn't want to sound childish; I wanted to sound like a woman.  When the last bell for classes sounded, I had jumped right out of my chair and made my way across the parking lot to the car.  My family had been waiting and probably would have asked how my first day of school had gone if I hadn't opened the door to the backseat, got in and shut it, anxiously waiting for them to get in the car and go home.  We pulled up to the house, a three-story Victorian that Grandma and Grandpa had owned for years and had remodeled.  The moment the car came to a stop, I opened my door and bolted for the house.  I wanted to put my book bag in my room before our walk.  I also wanted a little more time to think of what to say and not lose my nerve.  I opened the door to my bedroom and in my haste to get upstairs, had not noticed that someone had followed me in.  I lay my bag on my bed and turned to see my Dad standing by the door.  We stared at each other, neither one of us wanting to speak first.  

"What's up Dad?" I said, trying to sound calm and like I didn't have a care in the world.  He continued to stare at me, trying to get a bead on my thoughts I figured.

"What's going on?" He said, finally relaxing his stance that he had held since coming into my room.  I didn't know what to say.  He already knew what was going on, but should I tell him everything?  

"Nothing, I'm just going for a walk with Jacob is all." I said.  I couldn't continue standing there.  I had to do something and him staring me down was starting to irk me.  I walked over to my desk and started to straighten up, even though it wasn't messy.  I needed something to keep my mind off the conversation we were having.

"Are you in love with Jacob, Renesmee?"  I turned at that.  I had not expected him to come right out and ask me.  Of course, I would have thought he would have told Mom everything by now, but he hadn't.  I didn't know if I should tell him.  Right now he only guessed, but the moment I said yes I knew we were going to have problems.  Dad liked Jacob, he did.  I just always got this feeling that Dad distrusted him.  I don't know why.  Jacob didn't love Mom anymore.  Both Mom and Jacob had told me so and I believed them.  

Jacob had told me that he had loved Mom a long time ago, before I was born, and that they were both better off as friends.  I wonder how he would react when I told him that I loved him.  I heard dad suck in a breath and I looked up, coming out of my thoughts.  I realized then that while I had been off in dream land, he had been reading my thoughts.  I had just confirmed what he had asked.

"Dad, I know what you're going to say," I said, walking over to him.  He looked hurt, but understanding shown in his eyes.  Like he had been expecting this, but had hoped it wouldn't happen.  I didn't know where that came from.  I shook my head to erase that thought.  No way could Dad have known what was going to happen.  He didn't have that gift, Aunt Alice did and she couldn't see my future or the wolves.

"You think I'm too young to know what I want or who I am in love with, but that's not true.  I have always loved Jacob and today I'm going to tell him even if he doesn't feel the same way about me."  Dad walked over to me and put his arms around me.  He sighed and hugged me tighter.  I hugged him back.

"I don't think you're too young, even though technically you are only 6 years old." He said.  I laughed at that.  That was true, but I just didn't feel 6 years old.  I looked sixteen and I felt sixteen.

"I just don't want you to get hurt is all.  You're my little girl and always will be." He smoothed my hair and placed his finger on my nose.  I smiled and laid my head on his shoulder.

"Even when you're 100 years old, you will still be my little girl." He said.

"I know Dad.  I will always be your daughter, but I'm going to get hurt and things are going to happen to me.  You can't always protect me.  I'm going to have learn to protect myself and take risks sometimes."  I said.

"And my telling Jacob I love him is a risk I'm willing to make."  He looked in my eyes and smiled.

"I know, honey.  Looks like I'm going to have to let you go a little."  He said.  He kissed my forehead and walked towards the door.  I turned towards my bed when he said my name.  I turned back around.

"Yes Dad?" I said.  He turned half towards me and said, "If he hurts you, I will kill him.  Just know that."  He didn't wait for my reply; he just turned and walked out the door, leaving me to stare after him.  He meant it too.





Five minutes later I walked down the stairs and made my way to the garage.  Jacob was working on his car, a Rabbit he had built himself.  He had had it for years and though he had a brand new car my family had bought him for his birthday two years ago, he never got rid of his first car.  I walked up to him and poked him on the shoulder.  He turned around and smiled at me.  I almost went weak in the knees.

"Hey, you ready for our walk?"  I said, trying to act cool when on the inside I was screaming.  He grabbed a towel that had grease stains all over it.  He wiped his hands and said, "Sure let's go."  We walked side by side out of the garage and made our way to the park that was just minutes away from the house.  We talked about school and what he did today.  Normal topics that kept my mind off of what I was going to do in the next 5 minutes.  We finally reached the park and when he went to sit down on one of the benches, I grabbed my arm to stop him.  He stopped immediately and turned to look at me.  I let go of his arm and started to fidget with my shirt.  How to say this without just blurting it out?

"I wanted to tell you something, something that I want you to know and you may not like what I say or feel the way I do, but that's ok.  I just think you should know."  I looked up and stared into his eyes.  I knew at that moment that this was the right thing to do, whether he felt the same or not.  I had to do it.

"Ok, what's up?" He said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at me with concern.  I kept looking into his eyes, knowing I had to say it while looking at him.  I didn't want to miss any second of his reaction.

"I love you Jacob and I will understand if you don't feel the same as me or think we should just be friends, I just thought that you shou-,"  I never finished the rest of my sentence.  He grabbed me by the arms and his head swooped down, his lips capturing mine.  I threw my arms around his neck and returned his kiss with just as much love and passion as he did.  I t was better than I had imagined it, better than I had dreamt it would be.  This was passion, this was fire.  It was all consuming.  I had never felt anything like it before and was pretty sure I never would again.  

We stayed like this, kissing in the park with the birds chirping and the fragrance of the blooming roses invading senses, for what felt like forever, but had probably been only 6 minutes.  When we finally lifted our heads, I was gulping for air as was he.  He laid his hand on my cheek and stared into my eyes.  It was dream only this time it was reality.  

"I love you too."  He said, smiling and laughing.  I started to laugh too.  How could I not?  I had never expected this outcome.  I threw my arms back around him and hugged him tightly.  He wrapped his arms around me and laid his head on my shoulder as he lifted me up.  I turned my head slightly and whispered into his ear, "You had better."