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All Grown Up: Jacob and Renesmee Part III	By : VanessaWolfe Category: Twilight Series > Het > Jacob/Renesmee Views: 9413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-Going Back
- 2-Important Things
- 3-Walking On Eggshells
- 4-Run
- 5-Chunky Monkey
- 6-The Evolution of a Swan
- 7-Awesome
- 8-Normal
- 9-My Girl
- 10-Sex Hair and Ice Cream
- 11-Renewal
- 12-Secrets
- 13-My Heart
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-33
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
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Jacob

As I've told Ness many times, she is so beautiful when she is happy. Needless to say, I could hardly keep my hands off her in Hawaii. I did convince her though, to let me call somebody about getting us on a volcano tour last minute.
Don't get me wrong, I'd have been perfectly happy to keep doing what we'd been doing for the past few days. Make each other feel good, eat, sleep, shower together, then repeat, not necessarily in that order. It was pure bliss, but once we left here, I didn't want her to wish she'd seen more of the island.
The tour yesterday had been an all day thing. First was the hiking part. I knew immediately I'd been right to talk her into this. I loved watching her ooo and ahh over the waterfall they took our group to first. It was four stories tall, and pretty spectacular. I stood on the little bridge with her as she took lots of pictures.
As we made our way through the jungle with the guide leading us, a little lizard scooted across our path, making Ness giggle. I reached down and caught it for her, holding it up so that she could get a good look at him.
"Aw, look how cute you are!" she cooed at him.
The feeling wasn't mutual, unfortunately.
As I held him loosely in my fist, she stroked his little head with her fingertip. He closed his teeny little eyes, and shrank away from her touch.
"I'm sorry, little guy. It's okay," she said. "You're a cutie, but you don't smell that great, so you've got nothing to worry about."
I set him down and we watched as he scampered away, back the way he'd came, to do whatever it is that lizards do.
We walked through what they called a lava tube, which was pretty much a long cave. It was cool though. Parts of it were small and I had to crouch down, which Ness snickered at, earning her a pinch on the ass. It took her by surprise, and her shriek echoed. The whole group turned around to look.
"Sorry. I...I thought I saw a spider," she stammered as her face turned a deep shade of red.
Then I was the one snickering. She scowled and punched me in the side, but smiled again when I wrapped my arm around her waist as the group continued on.
The finale of that leg of the tour was the hike on the volcano. It was steaming and smelled God awful, like sulfur, but was still pretty amazing. We actually stepped over a little stream of flowing lava. Ness was thrilled, and kept snapping away with the camera.
As I was thinking about how amazing it would be to sneak back here tonight and have a little fun on the side of this volcano, she bent down to tie her shoe. It was already tied though.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"Shh," she said, looking up at the rest of the group that was now a little ahead of us. I watched as she dug her fingers into the rock, causing it to crack and split into long shards, and some fat little chunks. I realized what she was doing when she quickly shoved five pieces into her purse. Then two more, then several more just for good measure. She'd done it so fast, nobody could have noticed. She stood and rushed to catch up with the group, leaving me standing there smiling at how cute she was.
The end to our busy day was a sunset helicopter tour over some of the more active volcanos. It was just us, and the pilot, who seemed like a cool guy. He told us all about everything we flew over. He obviously really enjoyed what he did. Who wouldn't, with a one of a kind job like that.
I held my one of a kind girl, and tried not to be too distracting to her as she watched out the window in awe at the lava flowing out of the volcano in every direction. I went back and forth between watching her, and looking out the window with the exact same feeling. That was definitely something I never thought I'd get to do in my life.
When we finally got back to our little villa, instead of being worn out, we were exhilarated. On the beach, lit only by the moonlight, she rode me so hard if I was human it probably would have killed me. With that view of her, it would have been a good way to go.
The next morning it was New Years Eve, our official anniversary.
It was hard not to wake her, I was excited, and wanted to start celebrating. I snuck out of bed and poured us each a glass of champagne to get things started. I set hers on her nightstand, mine on my own, and got back into bed. It was so warm here, we hadn't been using any of the sheets or blankets. We'd fallen asleep spooning, but she'd shifted to her back in sleep, and was sprawled out beautifully. I admired all of her creamy, bare skin as she breathed deeply. I couldn't resist tracing a finger between her breasts as they rose and fell gently.
I noticed her eyes going crazy behind her eyelids, and realized she must be dreaming. I carefully laced my fingers through hers so that I could see what about.
It was one of those weird dream settings that feels like it's your house, but it's really not. In her head, all of the kids were just running laps around the bottom floor of the house and screaming and laughing wildly. Sam, Charlie, and all the other adults that we'd asked to check in on them while we were gone, were sitting around, totally oblivious to the chaos. Then, every single person in the house turned into a wolf.
I smiled and pulled my hand from hers. I think she missed the kids more than she would admit. We were having a fantastic time, but I did miss them, too.
As she slept, I lazily traced circles on her tummy with my fingers. When she started to stir, I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close to me. I felt her fingers running through my hair as she yawned.
"Hey, sweetie," she murmured.
"Hey." I turned my head to kiss her lips, then rested it on her chest. "That was a strange dream you were having."
She paused, trying to remember it. "Oh, yeah. You're right, it really was."
I adjusted so that I was beside her. "Happy anniversary, my Renesmee."
She grinned. "Happy anniversary, my Jacob." She grabbed my face and kissed me.
I reached over her to get her champagne flute. "Here," I said.
"Oh! What a nice way to start the day, thank you."
We clinked our glasses to one hundred more years together, and took a few sips.
"Are you hungry for breakfast? I could make some steak and eggs," I offered.
This villa could have come with a personal chef, if we'd wanted it to, but we'd much rather cook ourselves, and be free to do it naked. We did ask for the kitchen to be stocked though. The kitchen was filled with all our favorites. I was most excited about the locally caught fish. Even though Nessie claimed she wouldn't know how to cook any of them, everything she'd made turned out delicious.
"Nah, not quite yet."
"Wanna call home real quick?" I said. "With the time difference, they should just be getting up for school."
Her face lit up. "Yeah."
We called the kids on speaker phone, they all wished us a happy anniversary. A.J. said the younger four weren't giving him too much trouble, but he did wish they'd quit fighting over the television. So, there was a little conversation about that, they had us on speaker phone as well. We told them a little about our busy day yesterday, and Nessie hinted at the gifts she'd be bringing them back.
"Yeah, that you stole," I teased her. "Thief."
She poked me in the ribs, but smiled.
We were updated on what was going on. Tests, school projects, who'd been by the house and all of that stuff.
I got a little quiet as I watched her talk to our children. I was amazed all the time at what a wonderful mother she is. Even as they grew, and things changed, she was still the perfect mom. Seeing how much she adored our children, and how much they adored her, made me love her even more.
"What?" she asked me, when we'd hung up and I was still staring at her.
"You know, my life with you is better then anything I could have ever hoped for. I never could have imagined some one as wonderful as you existing, definitely never could have imagined getting to be with some one as wonderful as you. I don't know if I deserve you, but I'll never stop being grateful for you. I don't know how I got this lucky."
She set her phone aside and curled up with me, pressing all her soft curves against me.
"You were made for me," she whispered, "and I was made for you."
"I love you," I told her, kissing her forehead and putting my hand at the small of her back, holding her to me.
"I love you," she returned. "Are you just trying to get some morning sex?" she teased.
"Yes," I joked. "Is it working?"
"Yeah," she breathed.
I whispered the start of our wedding vows to her.
"My beloved, together we will share the responsibilities of the lodge, food and children. May the Creator bless noble children for us to share, may they live long."
She smiled, and said her first vow back to me.
"This is my commitment to you, my husband. Together we will share the responsibility of the home, food and children. I promise that I shall discharge my share of the responsibilities for the welfare of the family and children."
I know that every meal she's ever cooked, ever load of laundry she's ever done, is because she loves us.
"Do you remember them all?" she teased, climbing on top of me.
"Of course I do. My beloved," I continued, looking up at her. "May the Creator bless you. I will love you, and you alone as my wife. I will fill your heart with strength and courage, this is my commitment and my pledge to you. May God protect the lodge and children."
She answered back.
"My husband, at all times I shall fill your heart with courage and strength. In your happiness I shall rejoice. May God bless you and our children."
I kept going, touching her face gently. I wanted to say them all to her again, I wanted her to know I still mean every word of them.
"My beloved, our wealth and prosperity will grow. May God bless us. May we educate our children and may they be happy," I said.
"My husband, I love you with single minded devotion as my husband. I will treat all other men as my brothers. My devotion to you is pure and you are my joy. This is my commitment and pledge to you."
It sent a chill through me, in a good way, hearing her make these promises again. No other men mean a thing to her, only me.
"My beloved, it is a great blessing that you are here with me. You have brought favor and sacredness in my life," I told her, rolling us over so that I was on top of her now.
"My husband, I shall bear you many children for us to love and raise together."
Five incredible kids...being pregnant had not always been easy for her. I was so grateful for everything she'd endured to build our family.
"My beloved, you are my everything. May the creator make us prosperous," I said, trailing my fingers up and down her sides. She began doing the same to the backs of my thighs.
"My husband, you are my everything. I will share both in your joys and sorrows. Your love will make me very happy."
I hovered over her, and rubbed my growing hardness against her. She reached between us to stroke me, and when I was ready, she positioned me at her slick opening. When I entered her, she let out a soft moan.
"Please, keep going, my husband," she whispered.
"My beloved, you have filled my heart with happiness. May I fill your heart with great joy and peace, time and again."
I rocked into her gently, but deeply.
"Oh, God," she sighed.
"My husband," she said, getting a little short of breath now. "The Creator blesses you. May I fill your heart with great joy and peace. I promise that I will always be with you. I belong to you."
My last vow to her had been one of my favorites. I moved my hips slowly, and gave her a tender kiss before reciting it.
"My beloved Godess, our love and friendship have become inseparable and firm. We have experienced spiritual union. Now you have become completely mine. I offer my total self to you. May our marriage last forever," I said, my voice thick with emotion.
I rolled my hips, and she gave a little whimper before speaking her own last vow.
"My husband, by law of the Creator, and the spirits of our honorable ancestors, I have become your wife. Whatever promises I gave you, I have spoken them with a pure heart."
I bent my head so that our foreheads were touching, and caressed her face as she went on.
"All the spirits are witnesses to this fact. I shall never deceive you, nor will I let you down. I will always be yours, I shall love you forever," she finished, with tears in her eyes.
Our ceremony had been a mix of western wedding traditions also, but in Quileute tradition, that was the moment that we were considered married.
I reached for her hand, twining her fingers with mine, and brought it to my lips so that I could kiss her wedding ring.
She raised her hips to meet my movements, and closed her eyes.
"I love you so much," she gasped, her walls quivering around me.
"Oh, yes," I moaned. "I love you, too. I love you..."
There couldn't have been a better way to start our anniversary.
Eventually, we had a simple, but tasty breakfast of toast and fresh fruit.
"I find it adorable how happy food makes you," she said with a grin, as we sat at the table in our robes. They'd been our anniversary gift from my sister, after she'd told us to enjoy our "sexcation."
She'd not have thought she was so damn funny if she'd seen the things of Ness and I, that I'd had to see of her and Paul when he was in the pack.
"It can't get much better then eating fresh pineapple in Hawaii," I said, happily helping myself to another ring.
I laughed as a strange idea occurred to me.
"What?" she asked.
"Uh, I just had a kinda perverted thought," I admitted.
"What else is new? Do tell though," she said, pushing her empty plate aside and resting her chin in one hand, looking at me expectantly.
"It wouldn't work," I said, shaking my head.
"Come on, tell me anyway," she insisted.
"First of all, my...manhood won't fit through a pineapple ring. Second of all, you don't really like to eat fruit anyway."
She burst out laughing, but I knew it was with me, and not at me.
"Yeah, you're right, that won't really work," she said, getting up to put her plate in the sink.
"I could do it to you, though. Get naked and lie on the table," I said.
I wasn't serious, at least not about doing that right this minute, but to my delight, she dropped her robe and got onto the small round table, her legs hanging into my lap.
I put my hands on her knees. "Really?"
"Sure, why not?" she said.
So I placed two pineapple slices on her breasts as she laughed. When I picked up a third, she put both of her hands between her legs to cover herself.
"Not there, though," she said.
"How come?" I asked, a little disappointed.
"I don't want to get a weird infection down there or something," she said with a frown.
"Oh. We don't want that. How about here then?" I said, tracing a finger around her belly button.
She smiled and nodded.
I took a step back and looked at the strategically placed pineapple rings.
"And to think," I mused. "Five minutes ago, I thought pineapple couldn't get any better."
I put my hands on either side of her shoulders, and lowered my head to chow down.
I "missed" the fruit a lot, playfully nibbling at the tender skin on the sides, and underneath her breasts as she watched with a smirk. After finishing those, I moved to the one around her belly button. She angled her hips up, and I lapped at the sweet juices.
I had to put my hand underneath her rear end because she kept giggling and moving around.
"That really tickles!" she cried.
Her wiggling made it harder to eat the pineapple, and also made it far more enjoyable for me.
"We should do that at home," I said, once we were both officially done with breakfast and she had hopped off the table.
"No way!" she said.
"Come on," I joked. I went to the fridge and took out a package of sausage patties. I held it up to my crotch and said, "How about if I poked a hole in one of these?"
She doubled over with laughter, the lovely sound filling the small house.
Swan

I felt a little sorry for Mollie, now that Xandra was staying home from school for a while. I tried to hang out with her more during the day, when I could. She talked about Seth maybe half of the time. I only cut her off when she started to repeat herself.
Once school was out, she and I stopped to check out the bulletin board. It was full of school stuff, and random community stuff as well. Tara from my math class was there posting a brightly colored flier. Tara is a petite girl, the only person I know shorter than my sisters, with a bubbly personality.
"What have you got there?" I asked her. She looked over her shoulder and grinned at me.
"Come to my show!"
She handed both Mollie and I fliers. "I'm in Hairspray at this little theater out towards Seattle. We open next Friday," she said, pointing to the show dates on the poster in my hands.
"Cool, I can probably make one of these," I said looking at the days and times listed.
"Awesome! If you do, come to the stage door after the show and say hi!" she said, then ran off to grab something from the cafeteria, since she said she'd spent most of her lunch period giving out fliers.
"Wanna go?" I asked Mollie after Tara had walked away.
"Eh," she said. I took that as a no. "I'm gonna go out to the car. See you in a few, little birdie."
"Okay, Mol. I'll be out after I get a couple of things from my locker."
As soon as I reached my locker, I saw Nate coming right at me out of the corner of my eye. I fought back my ridiculous giddiness and ignored him. I discretely took a long breath in, until I could smell him.
He smelled yummy. In more ways then one.
Nobody had made a real move on me yet, but I got plenty of flirting done in between classes. He was the front runner, one of two I'd let have my phone number, one of four who had asked.
I had a right to be picky. Mom said there's no harm in waiting for a good one to come along.
Nate really seemed like a good one.
He had dark, expressive eyes, and jet black hair. One hundred percent Quileute, his dark skin was such a lovely color. I adore tall guys, and he was six foot and muscular, but not too bulky. He was on the soccer team, and I'd often see him after school in his uniform. Damn, did he look good in those shorts.
"I have a secret to tell you," he said, leaning up against the lockers to keep out of the way. The hallway was so small he still got hit in the arm with the occasional book bag. I got stuff out of my locker, and listened to him with a small smile. "I've been stalking you all day. It's pretty hard to get you alone, you know."
"So that's what you want, huh? To get me alone?" I asked.
"It would be nice. Maybe we can go see you friends show?" he suggested. He reached out and ran his fingertips down the length of my forearm before letting his hand drop.
"That sounds good," I said, meeting his eyes.
"Can I buy you dinner in town first? Or dessert after?"
"Dinner would be cool," I said.
I found it super cliche that my heart started racing when he reached over to grab my hand, but I couldn't help it.
"Where do you wanna go?" he asked, lacing his fingers through mine.
"Um, I like Italian food." I could deal with sorting through some pasta to get to some juicy meatballs.
"I know the perfect place."
"Awesome," I said.
"Since I told you a secret, you have to tell me one now," he said, leaning closer to me.
I laughed. "I don't think you're ready for my secrets." Sorry, sweetie, but you never will be.
"I didn't say all of them, just one," he pressed, leaning closer.
I shook my head and pursed my lips together.
"What color underwear do you have on today?" he whispered.
I burst out laughing and hid my face in my locker. He pulled on my hand though, bringing me back into his view. Just as I was seriously considering telling him, I heard Anthony calling for me from outside.
"I've gotta go," I said with a frown. "My brother and sister are waiting for me out in the car."
"I'll pick you up, we'll figure out times and stuff later," he said.
"Okay. Oh, and by the way," I sighed heavily. "When they get back from vacation, you'll have to meet my parents."
It was unavoidable, but he didn't seem to really mind it.
When we got home, Xandra flung the door open.
"I've been so bored, I actually sat down and wrote a letter!" she cried.
"Oh, how terrible!" Anthony said as he closed the front door behind him. "To who?"
"To Nanna," she replied. "Does anybody know where the envelopes are? Asa and I can't find them."
After going over the rooms they'd already covered, Mollie and I went to search in Mom and Dad's room.
We looked around, but didn't see them right away.
"Could they be in those drawers?" Mollie wondered, pointing at the little tables, with three drawers each, on either side of the bed.
I wasn't snooping, I really wasn't. I couldn't help but notice the book on Mom's bedside table.
"Oh. My. God," I said. "Freaking disgusting!"
"What?" Mollie asked.
I held up the book so she could see for herself.
"365 Positions For Lovers? Oh, ew!" she shrieked. "Are there seriously that many?"
Dozens of pages had been folded over in an upper corner.
"Sick, look how many they marked!" I said.
Xandra ran in to see what our horrifying discovery had been. She agreed with us.
"There is no way I'm looking in those drawers now," I said. I put the book down, and wiped my hands on my skirt.
"I dare you," Mollie said with an evil grin.
"Hell no!" I said.
"Don't do it," Xandra said. "I'm telling you. Since I joined the pack, I've learned that there are things that can't be unseen," she said knowingly.
"Do it!" Mollie cheered.
"Not a chance," I said, backing away.
"Aw, you big baby," Mollie said. "I'll do it then."
"You're gonna be sorry!" Xandra warned. "I'm outta here," she added, and high tailed it out of the room.
Mollie went ahead and did it anyway. She opened the top drawer slowly, the suspense killing me.
"Just magazines," she announced. "Boring."
"Whew!" I said.
"Quit while you're ahead," Xandra advised from the hall.
When Mollie opened the bottom drawer, she shrieked and quickly closed it.
"Okay, now I have to look," I said, walking around the bed. "Move it."
In the bottom drawer, I found two pairs of handcuffs.
"Oh, gross!" I cried.
Mollie snickered and whispered, "Who do you think handcuffs who?"
"There is no way. They are not that freaky. Especially Mom! She can hardly sit though a love scene when we go to a movie. Those have got to be a joke," I insisted.
At least, that's what I'm going to tell myself so that I can sleep tonight.
Asa came in the opened door. "What are you guys doing in here, did you find them?"
"Asa, get out of here!" Mollie said.
"Find what?" I asked.
"The envelopes?" he said.
"Oh, yeah," I said. "No, not yet. Go somewhere else. You are too young for this conversation."
"You guys can stop treating me like I'm in diapers any freaking day now!" he said, and stormed out of the room.
Anthony came in right as Asa was leaving.
"You guys, why would the envelopes be in here?" he said, holding up the box of them. "They were in the office."
"Oh," Mollie said. "That makes sense."
"Come on, we need to start on our homework. You guys shouldn't be in here anyway," he said.
Agreed.
"Mollie, wait," I said before she could leave.
"I'm sufficiently traumatized, but you go ahead," she said, turning away again.
"No, no! Me too, believe me. I wanna tell you something. You can tell Xandra, I just don't want the boys to hear."
That got her attention. She sat on Mom and Dad's bed to listen, then thought better of it and decided to just remain standing.
"Let's hear it," she said.
"After you went out to the car, Nate came up and asked me out," I whispered.
Her jaw dropped.
"What did he say?"
"He told me he'd been trying to get me alone alllll day," I said.
I gave her the full details.
"What if after, he asks you to go to some dark make out spot or something?" she asked.
"That's so cheesy, don't be a dork. People only do that in movies."
I think.
"Oh really? I wouldn't be so sure. That's not what Claire said," Mollie sang.
"Seriously?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah," she said, then scowled. "I wish Seth would go for it already. I wouldn't mind if he drove me to some secluded parking lot. You haven't had any dreams about us?"
"Nah, sorry. I did try though."
"Damn."
I'd suspected she was his imprint for a while. No male and female can spend that much time together, not if it's truly a platonic relationship.
If I was right, I wasn't the one who should be telling her about it. I felt like if I did, I may spoil some huge romantic moment. What if he was planning to profess his undying love for her over a candle lit dinner or something? I sure wasn't going to be the one to take that away from her.

A/N: I know that you guys wanna see what Xandra thinks about Seth and Mollie, that's coming soon.
I must say, the wedding vows are traditional Native American ones so I did not write them, and can't take credit. At least, they are traditional Native American vows acording to the websites I was able to find. As we all know, if you read it on the internet, it must be true lol
Before anybody gets any ideas about Nessie's dream, it was just a dream, I promise. Along those lines, lots of you guys ask if anybody else is going to phase, or imprint. At no point will I confirm, or deny either of those questions, sorry!
If you review, Jacob will bring you some pineapple. ;)
Til next time, be safe.
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