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All Grown Up IV: The Final Chapters	By : VanessaWolfe Category: Twilight Series > Het Views: 8738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Welcome to the last part of AGU! This would be number four. If you are new to this story, I’d say going back and just reading part III would probably get you caught up. The first two aren’t my favorites, I was to new at this! To my faithful readers who have been patiently waiting for this, you are awesome, and you can also probably skip ahead!
Here is a super quick catch up for those of you who are new. The diffrent parts of this story are kind of all over the internet right now. It's a little crazy. Those pussies at fanfiction dot net took all three parts down due to adult content. Cause you know, there’s nothing dirty on that site at all.
Pft.
I had a lot of trouble finding a new home for AGU. Either site where a huge pain in the ass for me, or my readers, or both. I’m trying to get all the parts together, but for now parts are on wattpad, parts are on adult-fanfiction dot org. I’m going to be posting part IV as it’s written on both.
Forgive me for not getting the links to the other parts today, but my internet connection at my new place is so bad, it’s a miracle you are reading this at all! My screen names are similar on both sites, and the title of the first three parts are all All Grown Up: The Story of Jacob and Renesmee.
Now the actual story info! Jake and Nessie had themselves a little family. Anthony (A.J.) is the oldest, then Swan, Mollie and Alexandra (Xandra) are twins, Asa is the youngest. By this point they are young adults, while Asa is an older teenager. They live on the rez. Seth imprinted on Mollie, and they have their own place close by. Anthony and Xandra both went wolf.
This chapter is about Anthony and his imprint, Amy. When the big I happened, Amy was in an abusive relationship. She has a three year old daughter with this guy, Daisy. It took her a little while to gather up the courage to leave, but she finally did. Her ex Randy is now dead, which was kinda his own fault. I'll leave the details of that out for those who would like to go back and read it for themselves.
If you feel a little lost feel free to ask. Enjoy :)

*Amy*

Since we'd gotten engaged, every time I looked at A.J. I got that bubbly feeling in my stomach. Every time our eyes met, I could tell he felt it too. Just like throughout much of our short relationship, I felt like this was probably crazy, that I should be afraid. Sure I was a little nervous, but that was normal. Overall, I was ecstatic. I didn't know how it could possibly be, but everything felt perfect.
When we told his family, there was a lot of screaming and jumping up and down. There was a fair amount of crying. After that came some phasing, then a ton of howling and barking.
While all the wolves were out in the woods celebrating, I tried to let the fact sink in that they were celebrating Anthony and me.
Crazy.
Swan whipped out her phone and started showing me dozens of pictures of wedding dresses. I was a little too overwhelmed by everything to focus on them though.
I could hear Anthony yipping outside, and was wishing he would come back in. When there were so many people around, I just felt better having him next to me. Daisy was sleeping in my lap. I hugged her a little tighter, and wished we were both sitting in Anthony's. It was then I realized Swan was staring at me expectantly.
Oops.
She looked like she was waiting for an answer. I took a guess, hoping that she'd asked about the dresses.
"Honestly, I haven't really thought about the dress yet," I admitted.
Her jaw dropped. Uh oh. Was that not what we'd been taking about?
"How have you not been thinking about you're wedding dress since you were like, two?" she asked in disbelief.
"Swan, let the girl breathe," her mom said. "I'm sure she is focusing more on the marriage, not just the ceremony."
Oh, thank God for Nessie.
"Yes, exactly," I said quickly.
"Have you thought about the color?" Mollie asked me.
"Not...really?" I said.
Inside, I started to panic a little. Was I not supposed to wear white because I'd had a kid? I had no idea about wedding traditions, or what Anthony's family thought of them.
"White?" I said quietly.
"White is good," Swan said, much to my relief. "Don't forget there's also cream, eggshell, ivory...”
"So basically, there are about eighty seven shades of white," Rachel interrupted.
Today was the first day I'd actually hung out with Rachel. Her being there was so weird. Since she worked at the hospital, I used to see her all the time. When I was with Randy...yeah, I was there a lot. Usually because I'd gotten "an attitude", or refused to have sex with him, or just because he was in a bad mood. In his book, that meant I deserved a black eye, and maybe a broken bone or two.
That was how I'd met Anthony, black and blue in a hospital bed. It's a funny place for love at first sight, but that's what happened. I was drawn to him right away, I just wasn't ready to act on it yet.
That day, Anthony offered me a place to stay at the house he'd grown up in. Leaving somebody like Randy is easier said than done though. I had tried so many times, but he always guilted me into coming right back. You just aren't ready until you're ready. I just wasn't until I saw those hand shaped bruises on our daughter's arms. I was still desperate for him to change, to love me the way I loved him, but that miniscule chance wasn't worth risking her safety.
I wanted Anthony to stay with us that first night at his place, and every night since. It started out with us just being friends. There was an exciting feeling underneath that though, that we wouldn’t stay that way for long.
Later in bed, even with Anthony's warm body behind me, so perfectly molded to mine I still couldn't sleep.
It didn't happen every night, but I'd been having a dream that really freaked me out. I was in the bathroom of my old house, looking at my beaten and bloody face in the mirror. Then Randy would appear behind me, and say the same thing he'd always say after he had hurt me.
"See, you're fine!" Even though he looked normal, dream Randy would add, "I'm the one who's fucking dead!"
"Are you afraid you'll have that dream again?" A.J. whispered.
I didn't wanna talk about it. Then it would be real, not just in my head anymore.
"I dunno," I replied.
"I could try and distract you, if you want," he said.
I laughed, and rolled over to face him. I stopped laughing when I saw the way he was looking at me. He had such a hunger in his eyes as he lifted his hand to brush my hair off my forehead. As he pressed his lips to it, he seemed like he was really restraining himself.
I wanted to tell him he didn’t have to, but I’d have been lying.
He hadn’t pushed me, and we were taking things very slow. The one man I’d been with probably wasn’t a good example, but for me sex had always been about him getting what he wants, and me being uncomfortable. I tried so hard to tell myself that it wouldn’t be like that with Anthony, but what if it was? I’d be so disappointed.
Sure, I’d thought about it a time or two in the bathtub, I won’t even lie. Those were only fantasies, and real life just isn’t ever that good
“Amy?” he whispered, his hand squeezing my shoulder.
“Have I ever told you how sexy you are?”
Gulp.
No, no he hadn’t. I’d have remembered that.
“No,” I breathed.
“You really are. Would you...would you let me make you feel good?”
His words flooded my mind with thoughts of him on top of me, moving slowly but deliberately until we both reached our perfectly timed climaxes.
I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant, but I nodded in agreement.
In an instant he was on top of me, pressing his body against mine. As we kissed furiously, I opened my legs without even thinking about it. He settled between them, and when I felt how hard he was through my thin pajama pants, I was more turned on then I ever remembered being.
He slid his hand up my shirt and touched my breast for the first time. I moaned into his mouth, and put my hand on top of his to encourage him.
“Baby?” he said.
I looked at him expectantly, a little embarrassed at how heavily I was breathing.
“Do you wanna...or could I...take off your pants?”
Wow. This is happening fast, but I want it.
“Okay,” I said quietly.
He had them off by the time I finished the word.
I regretted it right away. I wanted him, but I didn’t want him to see me there. I scolded myself internally.
That’s kind of a part of having sex, dumb ass.
I blinked and he was propped up on his elbows between my legs. Sometimes I forget how fast he can really move. Apparently not noticing how uncomfortable I’d become, his face was a blur as I felt his lips on my inner thigh. They seemed to be in so many places at once. When I realized what he was about to do my heart raced, but not in a good way.
The one time Randy went down on me, well, the one time he tried to, was a disaster I’d never anticipated. He hadn’t wanted to do it, he said he didn’t like it. It was my own damn fault since I’d pretty much made him. He couldn’t stop going on about how terrible I’d tasted for the two minutes he was down there. I won’t ever forget how painful and humiliating it was to lay in bed and hear him in the bathroom angrily looking for the mouthwash. I think it goes without saying that we never tried that again. He’d had no problem reminding me several times that we wouldn’t.
“Don’t!” I shouted, scrambling away from Anthony until I was standing up on the bed, against the wall.
He just looked up at me, perplexed.
“Don’t? Why not?”
“Because I don’t want you to!” I cried.
I didn’t see my pants, so I grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around myself. Not wanting to explain myself any further, I ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

*Anthony*

Damn it. I moved too fast and scared her. I wanted to punch myself in the dick right about then.
“Sweetie, I’m sorry,” I called through the door.
“Please just come out, we don’t have to do anything. We can wait til after the wedding if you want.”
Silence.
I waited a couple of minutes, and I didn’t even hear her move in there. She shouldn’t have to hide in the bathroom just because she didn’t want to see me, so I decided I should go watch T.V. or something.
“I’m gonna go downstairs, so you can come out if you want,” I said to the door.
“I really do mean it, we don’t have to. I’m sorry,” I said again.
I left our room and shut the door behind me, feeling pretty disappointed in myself. I headed for the kitchen. Maybe if I made something tasty to share, it would cheer her up.
When I passed Daisy’s room I stopped. I could never walk past it without looking in on her. Part of it was to check on her, but I’ll admit part of it was for my own amusement. She always managed to end up sleeping in the strangest positions. Sure enough, Daisy was sound asleep with the upper half of her body in bed, but her legs hanging off and her feet flat on the floor.
I smiled as I scooped her up and put her back into her bed. I pulled the covers up to her chin, and told her that I loved her. It reminded me of when I used to tell Amy that I loved her every night while she was sleeping. Since she was my imprint I knew I loved her the minute I saw her, but I also knew that she wasn’t ready to hear that yet. She still didn’t know she was my imprint. I felt like I’d know when the time was right to tell her, and this seemed like the right time.
I went back to our room, and found that she was still in the bathroom.
“Amy? I really need to tell you something, and I don’t wanna say it through the door. Will you please come out?”
“On one condition,” she said quietly.
“Anything.”
“I want my pants.”
It really wouldn’t make a difference. I’d already seen her naked from the waist down, and I’d have that picture in my head until she finally let me touch her there. That was not what she needed to hear, so I brought her the pants I’d just taken off of her. I was a gentleman, and looked away as I handed them to her through the crack she’d opened the door. It was just big enough for my hand to fit through.
I smiled at her with relief when she finally came out. She didn’t look nearly as happy as I was. Quite the opposite.
“So what is it?” she wanted to know.
“Will you lay down with me? Just lay, that’s it. You said you aren’t ready yet, and I heard you.”
She nodded.
In bed, facing each other, I wasn’t really sure where to start.
“Okay, well...you’ve heard me say before that you don’t even know how much I love you. I’m gonna try to explain it.”
Now I seemed to have her interest.
“When we met, do you remember feeling that pull?”
“Yeah.”
“There’s a reason for that. It’s a wolf thing, it’s called imprinting. It only happens to some of us. We don’t really know why but, it’s how we find our mates. You are just...you’re life to me. All that matters to me is you. I’ll do anything to make you happy, don’t you see that?”
She looked taken aback by this at first, but I watched her working it out in her mind as it started to settle in.
“It’s for life, it’s forever,” I continued.
“There’s nothing that will change it, nothing,” I explained.
“I knew there was something, I just couldn’t put my finger on it,” she said.
“That’s because you’re smart as hell!” I said, beaming.
She smirked and shook her head.
“Who else are imprints? No wait! Let me guess!”
Her face scrunched up all adorable like as she thought.
“Your parents, for sure. Seth and Mollie, too.”
“Yup!”
“Wow. I’ve always been kind of amazed at how in love they seem.”
“We’ve got the same thing they do.”
“Wow,” she said again.
I reached out to touch her face, and stroked her cheek with my thumb.
“That’s how I’ve always felt about it, too.”
I wanted to kiss her so badly, but figured I probably shouldn’t. I waited for her to kiss me, and eagerly slipped my tongue past her lips when she did.
I thought I was having a wet dream when I felt her hand on the front of my shorts.
Insta-erection.
I pulled away and looked at her, shocked.
“Can’t I make you feel good?” she said with a sly grin.
For God’s sake, don’t do or say anything to make her stop!
“I thought you didn’t want to. We don’t have to.”
That was probably a stupid thing to say.
“I never said I don’t want to do anything at all. It’s that one thing you were gonna do, I don’t like it. Giving or receiving. I just don’t.”
Even though both of those had been a part of my every fantasy about being with her, at that moment I didn’t even care.
“Deal?” she asked.
“Huh? Yeah. Anything you want,” I said hurriedly.
I knew now that I’d have to hold back, and let her be in control for her to be comfortable.
I willed myself to be still as she slid her hand down the front of my shorts. We looked into each others eyes as she wrapped her hand around me, I felt myself grow even more.
I couldn’t look at what she was doing, or this would be over really fast.
“Take those off,” she told me. I wiggled out of them as quickly as I could. Since I already wasn’t wearing a shirt, I was now naked in front of her. I really hoped she liked what she saw.
As she moved her hand up and down, twisting it just a little, she leaned down to kiss my chest.
“I think about you like this all the time," I confessed, the back of my hand trailing down her side.
Maybe I could just see a little bit of her?
I touched the hem of her t-shirt and taking a risk, I started to slowly lift it up.
“Tell me not to,” I murmured.
But she didn’t.
I pushed her shirt up to her neck and got a good look at her. I reached my hand over toward her flawless breasts, holding my breath afraid she might stop me, but she didn’t. I ran my finger tips around the side of her breast, and down along the underside of it. By the time I came, I was squeezing her with both hands like I had to touch her as much as I could now in case she didn’t let me again.
“Can I...do you want me to...for you?” I said like an idiot as soon as I’d caught my breath.
She shook her head.
“I just wanted to do something nice for you,” she said sweetly.
Just her saying that got me hard again. When she noticed she laughed, and I’m sure I must have blushed like a girl in middle school.
“I can do it again if you want.”
“Holy shit, I love you,” I blurted out.
She was laughing as my lips collided with hers, and her hand wrapped around me again.

A/N: I still won’t be able to update of any kind of schedule, but I hope to keep on writing (I’ve missed it!) and be updating again soon!
Til next time, be safe! :)
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