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All Grown Up: The Story of Jacob and Renesmee	By : VanessaWolfe Category: Twilight Series > Het > Jacob/Renesmee Views: 19932 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Renesmee
A tear or two had escaped my eyes as my mom drove away with my son. I hated hearing him cry for me, it just broke my heart. But I knew he'd be fine with my parents, and now I was at the spa with my aunts, relaxing in the hot tub. The warm water felt so nice, and we were lucky enough to have it all to ourselves.
I loved my bathing suit, it was a cute retro one piece with cherries all over it. The best thing about it, was that even though I'd bought this with Nanna a very long time ago, it had a tummy control panel! It flattened me out a bit, not that I was overly worried about it here, but I enjoyed looking a little slimmer. I was out to relax, not to impress today. Aunt Rose however had a different idea, her goal was always to impress, and impress she did. All the women watched her saunter to the hot tub, and she'd been counting on it I could tell. I was surprised she hadn't worn matching black stilettos. Her bathing suit...I'm not sure what to call it. It wasn't technically a two piece, it was all connected. It was black, and revealing. Aunt Alice's suit was so cute, and so her. She had on a colorful one piece Ed Hardy number.
"I wasn't allowed to bother you with it until you asked, but I've been keeping going with wedding ceremony stuff behind the scenes," Aunt Alice told me. "Ready to go there?"
"For sure," I answered.
"Okay, ask me!" she demanded.
"Aunt Alice, let's talk about the ceremony."
"Great! I've narrowed everything down to three choices, all you need to do now is just point and choose, then decide on the date." She made it seem like it was so simple!
"I don't know if you were thinking sooner, or later. But if you wanted to do it sooner, you could have a New Years Eve wedding!" she said dramatically. Hmm that was an interesting idea.
"Oooo!" Aunt Rose said. "New Years Eve!"
"It could be a classy evening affair!" Aunt Alice said.
"That does sound fun. Think you can pull it together that quick?" She raised her eyebrows at me.
"I'm an expert at rush weddings," she said seriously.
"True. Let's do New Years Eve. I should probably talk to Jake first, but he'll tell me to do whatever I want anyway."
"I am so envious of all you imprint girls, you don't even have to train your mates," Aunt Rose sighed.
"They do all leave the toilet seat up though, every single one of them." Aunt Alice giggled.
"Don't tell them I told you this, but Rachel made Paul pee outside for like a week this one time. She was pregnant, and pissed off! She'd sat down on the toilet at night without looking and fell in one too many times. Be glad your mates don't use the bathroom. You know Uncle Emmett would leave it up every time."
"That he would," Aunt Rose agreed.
"My Jasper would never do such a thing," Aunt Alice said with a little smugness.
Soon I left my aunts for my seaweed wrap. The staff would be letting them know when they could rejoin me so we could get our hair and nails done together. They were pretty serious about service here. We'd even been offered wine. I was led into a room that had a lot of things I'd never seen before. In the center of the room there was a bed that looked kind of like a doctors office bed but more plush. This would be interesting, I had no idea what to expect. I knew partial nudity, Aunt Rose had lent me a tiny bikini top to wear during the treatment.
The girl who would be doing my wrap introduced herself as Tara. She had brilliant blue eyes lined with black eyeliner, and her dirty blond hair was cut in a short chunky style.
"I hear you are a new Mom?" she said with what certainly seemed to be genuine interest. I decided I liked her.
"I am!" I said proudly. "I have a little boy named Anthony."
"That's wonderful, congrats! I've got two boys at home myself."
She then handed me something white and plastic she identified as disposable panties. Yes, this was certainly interesting.
"I hope you aren't too bashful. Some people feel a little awkward, but just remember there's no need. I see half naked people all day, trust me I'm not judging."
She left so I could get undressed, I did feel a little awkward when the robe came off and I had those weird panties and the bikini top on. But true to what she said, she was hardly checking me out or looking for flaws, she was all business. I stood facing away from her and she painted the back of my body with the odd green mixture. The smell reminded me of being on the beach at La Push. I made a mental note that we needed to take Anthony to see the beach. As she worked she explained to me how this wrap would cleanse and detoxify my body. That it's good for post pregnancy too. Nice. She went on to say my skin will absorb the minerals that are essential for restoring its tone and vitality. Well, I wasn't sure how much my skin would absorb as opposed to a humans, but we'll see.
"Go ahead and lie back on the table," Tara told me.
I hopped up on the table which she had covered in plastic, and she painted the front of me. The cream felt so nice on my skin. Once I was covered in green and looking like a sea monster, Tara wrapped me in plastic wrap, to keep the heat in she said, and draped me with a heated blanket. Tara left me alone and I sank into the delicious warmth. I let my mind just go totally blank for a while. The room was dimly lit and there was relaxing music playing. For a while I thought of nothing, then the smell of the seaweed made my thoughts turn back to First Beach. I wondered what Anthony would think about a bonfire on the beach. I thought back to all the ones I had attended. Every bonfire of my life I'd ended up curled up in Jacob's lap. I was so relaxed I was close to falling asleep when Tara came back to unwrap me. Once she had me out of the plastic she guided me to what she said was a wet bed, and a vichy shower.
It was sort of creepy because it looked like a metal table in a morgue, but it had lots of tiny little holes in it.
"These things are fabulous, you are going to love it. When your front side is nice and clean, you can go ahead and roll over on your belly." Tara told me.
She turned on the shower heads and I stuck my hand under them, she turned up the heat until the temperature was just right.
"Wow, most of my clients can't take the water this hot."
I grinned at her.
"What can I say? I'm special," I told her as I got into the wet bed.
Tara left me to enjoy this crazy looking, and unexpectedly wonderful shower. It was so calming to lay there and let the water rush over me. It was even better then a hot tub. She was right, this was fabulous. I looked down and my body showed no trace of green, so I rolled over and folded my arms under my head. I'd had no idea how good seaweed and water could feel! Once I was clean Tara came back and massaged some heavenly smelling oil into my skin.
"I hope you enjoyed your treatment Nessie, feel free to lie here and relax for a little longer. If you jump right up after a treatment it's possible to get a little light headed. So most people like to take some time to get used to the thought of getting up and moving again. I'll set the lights so they gradually start getting brighter in 15 minutes. How does that sound?"
"That sounds perfect, thank you so much!"
"Pam is ready to do your nails so once you have your robe back on, go ahead up to the desk and let them know your done with your treatment, I'll send your sisters to wait for you there."
"Thank you again." I almost corrected her, but I guess it didn't make any sense for them to be my aunts, we looked the same age now.
I stayed put until the lights started coming back up, got my robe back on and headed up to the front. I spotted my Aunts in their matching robes up by the counter.
"Hey!" Aunt Alice called to me. "How was it?"
"Oh, it was fantastic!"
"Yay!" she responded.
I told the receptionist I was ready to have my nails done and she showed us to the manicure area. I went back and forth about getting acrylics, I decided to just get some short tips put on. We'll see if I can get used to them. I couldn't choose from the rainbow of colors, so I went with a classic French manicure. Quirky little Aunt Alice had picked out an electric blue, Aunt Rosalie went with a deep red.
We sat at nail stations side by side, three in a row. I'd never had my nails done by anybody other than Aunt Rose and she always just painted them. The acrylic smelled God awful the girl who did my nails was wearing a mask. I'm sure it wasn't safe to breath that stuff in all day every day. I didn't really want to be breathing it in at all, I would only do this again if I really loved it. I was surprised to find out that there was no white nail polish, it was white acrylic. The process was noisy with all the little drills, and smelly, but worth it in the end. They were so smooth and shiny and perfect, I loved them.
We all got our toes done to match, sitting side by side again. I thought a French manicure on my toes would look weird, but it actually looked cute. The dark haired girl who was painting Aunt Alice's toes remarked at how cold her feet were. She smiled sweetly at her and said, "Poor circulation, it runs in the family," without missing a beat.
I had trouble deciding what to do with my hair. First I had to pick the color. My hair stylist was a tall man named Eric with spiky black hair, and arms covered in colorful tattoos. I told him I didn't want anything drastic, so he suggested highlights. He helped me choose two colors, one was called Sweetest Honey, and the other was called Classic Caramel. He used a wide brush to apply color to small sections of my hair, then wrapped each of those in foil. When he was done he walked me to the dryer, he said the heat would speed up the process. I looked pretty crazy as I walked past my aunts who were already getting their hair styled. They laughed and Aunt Rose pulled out her phone.
"Don't you do it! I'll tell on you I swear I will!"
But she did, she took a picture of me.
"You suck!" I hissed at her as Eric set me under the dryer.
I'm so telling Nanna.
He gave me some girl magazine I'd never seen before. Most of it was goofy, it had a lot of pictures of girls who were too skinny, and girls over analyzing men's every thought and action. My boyfriend doesn't listen to me, blah blah blah. I was considering asking for another one. Then I turned the page to an article had a huge headline that shouted, The Male G-Spot!
Huh? Guys having a G-spot was news to me. The article read:
Ladies, your man has a magic spot you may not even know about so listen up! It's right behind his berries and it's called the perineum.
Berries? Well whatever you call them, I'd certainly never paid attention to the area behind them. Never thought I should. Oh my, and there's an illustration. I suddenly remembered where I was and I flushed red for reading something of this nature around so many people. I looked out of the corner of my eyes to make sure nobody was looking over my shoulder or anything. When I was satisfied that nobody was paying any attention to me I went back to reading. The article had interviewed a few men, some said it was mind blowing, some said it did nothing for them.
"How are you doing Nessie, are you too warm under there?"
I jumped and hit my head on the dryer hood, quickly closing the magazine when Eric spoke to me.
"I'm doing fine," I assured him.
"Very good, let me have a look at your hair."
He lifted the hood of the dryer and had a peek under a couple of the foils.
"Coming along nicely, I'd say five more minutes just to be sure, then we'll rinse you out."
When he walked away, I found the page and took one more quick peek at the article. It shared some techniques for massaging this "magic spot." I wondered if Jacob would like it. Should I try it? I considered as I flipped the page to a story featuring some illustrations of kama sutra positions. Woah. The spider? Do people actually do these? Jacob and I had several positions in our repertoire, they worked just fine for us. If it ain't broke don't fix it. Then I remembered, it's a little broke right now. But easily fixable. This would sure spice things up, the monkey, it was called. Some of these looked strange, but if humans could pull these off we certainly could. I paid special attention to the positions that listed clitoral stimulation, and closeness as benefits.
When a warmth not related to the dryer spread through my body, I decided it was time to close the magazine. I'd investigate Kama Sutra later, when I was not surrounded by ladies with their hair up in rollers.
As if he knew I was thinking about him, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
ur mom called AJ is fine, looking her picture albums, u having fun? -Jacob-
That was so good to hear. Hmm A.J. That could be a cute nickname for him.
im so glad, yes this is great! *Renesmee*
that's awesome :) i love you and i'll see you tonight -Jacob-
i love you so much see you then *Renesmee*
Once Eric was satisfied with my color he rinsed me out in the sink. It was hard to tell when it was wet, but I liked it. Then it was time for the cut. I'd never had anything more then a trim from Aunt Rose. Eric and I flipped through some books, I rested on the page of a photo of a girl with long layers. He looked at me and narrowed his eyes in thought, analyzing the shape of my face.
"That would work beautifully, and it wouldn't take any length off, what do you think?" I liked it, but I called my aunts over to ask before I decided for sure, they agreed and told me to go for it. Eric worked quickly behind me, hair went flying everywhere and it was making me kind of nervous. I hoped Aunt Alice would have seen if I'd made a bad choice. But when he was finished, even though it was still wet, I really liked it.
After flipping through some more pictures I decided on a style. I was going with loose waves. Eric combed some kind of mouse through my hair that smelled very nice, then rolled my hair up in huge plastic rollers with his nimble fingers. He talked about how smooth my hair would be and how this would give me great volume. He seemed honestly excited about it, it must be wonderful to enjoy your work the way he does.
He set me under the dryer again, this time offering me a home and garden magazine. I was glad, much more appropriate for the setting. I flipped through looking at the romantic bedrooms, sleek kitchens, and modern living rooms. I really enjoyed the outdoors section, I'd never thought of all these things. We need a porch swing, or maybe one of those free standing ones in the back yard I decided. I was fascinated that people actually created outdoor living rooms. This wasn't really the climate for it, but it would be nice if we had one of these canopy things. When it was warmer out the three of us could sit outside under it together. We should do some entertaining when spring comes around. I was deeply involved in a section about cocktails, wondering what they would taste like, when Eric came back to poke at my hair.
"I've never read this magazine before I love it!" I told him as he unrolled one of the rollers to check it.
He looked down at it and told me with a smile, "You can take it with you if you want, we have a couple copies of that one."
I sincerely thanked him. I'd looked at things like this before with Nanna, but they held a whole new interest for me now that Jake and I had a home and a family.
I followed Eric back to the chair and my Aunts stood by to watch as Eric unrolled my hair. They were already done and back in their clothes since they hadn't had their hair cut or colored. Aunt Rose's hair was in long ringlets and partially pulled up, Aunt Alice's hair was in little twists and spikes, it suited her well.
Eric combed through my hair with a thoughtful expression and arranged it with great care. I watched in the mirror as my transformation became complete, I was stunned, I looked hot! With the new colors, and whatever magical stuff was in it, my hair shone. It cascaded in soft waves around my shoulders, I loved it.
Eric did my makeup also. I told him I didn't want anything on my skin, "My husband likes the very natural look."
So he took it easy, a little shine on my lips, some mascara, and neutral eye shadow. It was perfect. I try not to be vain, that's not the way I was raised but damn, I looked good. My aunts nodded in approval.
Aunt Alice had brought the white dress in for me, so I changed into it out of my robe.
"Damn Ness, that dress is boobtastic," Aunt Rose said.
"Should I put the other one on?"
She laughed, "Nope." As we were at the front desk paying for our visit, I whispered into Aunt Alice's ear.
"You guys are giving everybody good tips right?"
"Of course, Esme would be horrified if I didn't."
After I'd made sure we'd be taking care of everybody who'd taken such good care of me today, I admired myself in a full length mirror. This was even better then playing dress up with Aunt Alice. After settling the bill we climbed into the car and headed home. I was excited to see my boys, I hoped Jake would be home soon. I assumed we were on our way to the cottage to get Anthony, when we pulled up in front of my house I said, "Um, I need to go get my kid!"
"He's okay, trust me. Go inside, Jacob is home." Aunt Alice said, leaving far to many details out for my liking.
"But...where's Anthony?"
"He's still at the your parents house, just go inside. Mommy day isn't over."
I raised my eyebrows at her as I got out of the car. "Okay...if you say so."
"I do!"
As they pulled away I caught a whiff of something cooking on the grill. Jake came out onto the front porch to meet me.
"Woah Ness!" His jaw dropped.
"You look phenomenal! Wow."
I grinned as he pulled me into his warm arms.
"You look so great."
He pulled slightly away and rubbed my arms.
"Your skin feels so nice, I mean even better than usual."
I laughed. "Believe it or not, seaweed."
"Seaweed?"
"Yup."
"That's crazy."
He ran the tip of his finger up and down my cleavage.
"I like it though," he said quietly.
I felt my heart speed up.
"Did they use it everywhere?"
"Almost," I whispered.
"Here, I can tell." His finger roamed over to the parts of my breasts that my dress exposed, he lightly traced my skin.
"Here too."
"Uh huh." He laughed lightly at my reaction and put his hands on my shoulders to pull me to him for a kiss. He quickly dipped his tongue into my mouth, too quickly, then pulled away to smile at me.
"I'm making us dinner," he sound proudly.
"I know, I can smell it. It smells good."
"I told your parents they could keep the baby a little longer. I hope that's okay. I probably should have asked you first but I wanted to surprise you."
"Well it worked," I said smiling. "I do want to call over there before we eat though. Oh, and speaking of 'should have asked you first', our wedding ceremony is New Years Eve."
His face brightened.
"That sounds awesome."
He put his hands on my face and rubbed my cheeks with his thumbs.
"So I get to marry you again huh?"
"Yup. We'll have to talk about Quileute weddings."
His face brightened even more and I pulled his face down to mine for another kiss. "Let's go in, I wanna call my parents." We headed into the house and while Jake went outside to check on dinner, I plopped onto the couch and dialed my parents home phone. The house felt strange and quiet without Anthony in it. My mom picked up on the first ring.
"Hey Ness."
"How'd you know it was me?"
"Because I'm your mother," she laughed, and I did to.
"How is he?"
"He's great. Hasn't cried since we got home. He still has two bottles of your milk left and he's been drinking fine."
"That's good I'm so glad. What's he been up to?"
"Well we looked at every picture in the house several times. I showed him pictures of my wedding and yours, I pointed at your tummy and told him 'there's you!' and he looked at me like I was insane."
I cracked up.
"He did the exact same thing when I showed him the pictures of me when I was pregnant with him."
"Yeah it was pretty funny. He liked the ones of you when you were little, but your dad says he doesn't believe us that it's you. He's wondering why he hasn't met that person yet."
"Aw, that is so cute!"
"So he had fun doing that. Your dad played the piano for him, he really liked that. Dad played Flight of the Bumble Bee and Anthony laughed the whole time, so he played it for him six times."
"That must have been pretty funny. Is he awake? I want to talk to him."
"Your Dad is reading him a book. I'll put the phone up to his ear, here he is."
I waited a second before I spoke.
"Hey my sweet boy."
"Me!"
"I miss you sweetie, I love you."
"Love me."
"Are you having fun with Grandma?"
"Bell."
"Did she show you her picture books? Who did you see pictures of today?"
"Dee."
"I bet you did, there's lots of Daddy in there. Who else did you see?"
"Al!"
"Yeah, Aunt Alice is in there too. Did Grandpa play the piano for you?"
"Nano," he said happily.
"Did you like the bumblebee song?"
"Bzzzzzzzzz!" I heard my parents laugh.
"I'm glad you are having fun. I will see you soon. Bye sweetie I love you."
"Love me!" My mom having heard me say goodbye put the phone back to her ear.
"See? He's fine."
"I knew he would be, I was just being silly."
"No you aren't, I know how hard it is hun. We'll bring him home whenever you are ready. So did you have fun today?"
"Yeah it was awesome, I feel great. Maybe next time you can come with us," I teased, knowing just what she would say.
"Oh Ness, I love you more than life itself but you know that isn't going to happen. I'm sorry I didn't come with you but it's just not my thing. I'd much rather spend the day with Anthony and your Dad."
"I know I was just messing with you. We'll do something soon."
"Yes we will. I'm glad you had fun today. Have a nice dinner with Jacob."
"Thanks, let me talk to Daddy real quick."
"Here he is."
"Hello, darling," my dad said.
"Hi, Dad. So mom says he's doing good?"
"Yes, he's enjoying himself."
"Does he understand what's going on, that he's coming home soon? I know I'm cheating at being a Mom here, but please tell me."
"Honestly he doesn't seem to have thought it out that much. He knows that he likes being here, he's just living in the moment."
"Is he thinking about us?"
"Ness."
"Please?"
"He is, but the thoughts aren't melancholy. He just has passing thoughts of you both, he is all right."
"Okay, but promise me if his thoughts should turn sad, or you can tell if he wants to come home, call me and bring him over. Call me while you are in the car. Also if my milk runs out and he won't drink the formula for you guys. Mom got Wolfy right?"
"She did, he's being cuddled as we speak."
I heard Jacob set some plates on the dining room table. "Dinner Ness!" He called.
"Coming!" I called back. "Jake has dinner ready. Do you promise?"
"Of course," he responded.
"Love you guys, call me."
"We will, we love you too." I hung up the phone and headed to the dining room. He'd set both of our plates next to each other at the head of the table, and he'd turned the fire place on. He carried in a tray of ribs from outside, the smell made my mouth water. He smiled proudly as he set the tray in front of our plates.
"These are gonna be awesome, the butcher said they are vegetarian fed, free range, the best you can get."
"Ooo what did you put on them? They smell so good." I asked as I sat down.
"They had some maple syrup glaze there I thought we could try."
"Yum." Jake sat down next to me and we started on the ribs, it was all Jake had made but it was plenty. They tasted even better then they had smelled.
"I've never had meat like this, well not from a store," I told Jake.
"I know, same here. It tastes almost as good as something we caught just now. I think it's as close as we can get."
"I wonder if it's more the vegetarian part, or the free range part. I would think pigs ate only veggies anyway."
"That's what I thought too, but the butcher said a lot of times, left over pig parts that aren't good enough to be in people food, wind up back in their food. It's to save money, it happens with all animals," he explained.
"So pigs eat pigs and cows eat cows?" I asked, slightly disturbed.
"Yup, sometimes."
"Even with my unique diet, I find that a little gross," I said as I wiped my mouth with my napkin.
"I know, I thought so too. It would be like eating a wolf."
I told him all about my day at the spa as he listened with interest. I told him to feel how smooth my nails were, he agreed they were "pretty nice." I told him I would have to show him the home and garden magazine and went on about the great parties we could have.
"You need to make friends with that butcher," I informed him when we were both done with our meal.
He laughed and pushed his clean plate away from him, "I will. But who I really wanna make friends with, is everybody at that spa. They managed to make you look even better than you already do and that's pretty impressive." I smiled and took his hand he'd been resting on the table.
"Tell me about Quileute weddings," I said. "I want to do a little of both, western and Quileute."
"What would you like to know?"
"Well, what should I wear?"
"Anything you want. You can do the white dress."
"What exactly happens?"
"There are lots of different traditions, we can do whichever ones we pick. My parents and my sisters all did The Rite of Seven Steps. You put 7 stones down in a pile. They represent...let me think here. Love, devotion, children, faith, trust... Mother Earth, and Father Sky. You walk in a circle around them, and for each step you make a vow. The groom takes a step, says his vow. Then the bride takes a step and joins him, then says her vow."
"Would I be repeating what you said?"
"No you wouldn't repeat it, but it has to do with the same thing. It's pretty much a response to what I said. I don't remember what they are, but I know my Dad has it around somewhere."
"I really like that idea. Could I write Anthony's name on the children stone?
"Sure," he said with a smile.
"We should go to La Push soon to talk to your Dad about it, I want Anthony to see the beach anyway. What else?"
"There are some blessings, I don't remember how they go, but they are nice I've heard them before. And there's the wedding vase. It's done in place of rings, but we can do rings too of course." He picked up our joined hands and kissed my engagement ring. "The vase has two openings instead of one like a normal vase, and there is a bridge between them. First you would drink out of one side, then I'd drink out of the other. Then we'd stand right next to each other, and both drink at the same time. If we can drink from the vase at the same time and not spill a single drop, 'good understanding and a cooperative spirit will always be a part of our marriage.'" He said making air quotes with his free hand.
"Oh no what if we spilled it! Would we be cursed or something?"
Jake chuckled, "I doubt it."
"Would other Quileutes think so though?"
"Only if they are like, 90 years old."
"What is it that we'd be drinking?" I asked. "Wine?"
"No, blessed water."
"Hmmm." I was considering.
"If you are that worried about spilling it we don't have to do it," Jake said.
"I like the idea, I'll think about it."
"That's so awesome you want to do Quileute stuff. It means a lot to me, Ness." he said softly.
"That's who you are, I know it's important to you so it's important to me too. Plus, that's who Anthony is as well." I said rubbing the back of his hand with my thumb.
Jake smiled. "I'm glad Anthony will get to see it."
"Me too. He needs to know all of it, the legends and everything. You'll have to teach him Daddy."
"I will," he said with a smile. "He should be our ring bearer."
"Oh my gosh how adorable would that be! If he isn't walking yet maybe my mom can carry him. Even if he is, maybe she should at least go with him. Who knows how reliable he'd be." We laughed.
"Do you want dessert?" he asked.
"Sure, did you make some?"
"Well, no," he admitted. "But we have strawberry ice cream if you want some."
"Just a little scoop would be nice." Jake went to the kitchen and brought back two bowls, a small one for me and a bigger one for him.
We sat in comfortable silence while eating our bowls of ice cream. Jake took my empty bowl and kissed me on the cheek before taking our dishes to the kitchen. He came back and sat down in his chair.
I knew what I wanted to do, I just couldn't seem to remember how to start it.
"That was so good, we'll have to get those again," Jake said. My heart was racing.
"Yeah," I agreed. "Thanks for making us dinner."
"You're welcome hun. Wanna go pick up Anthony now?" I shook my head no. He looked at me curiously. "You don't?"
"No," I said quietly. I took a deep breath and stood up, pushing my chair back. Time to get back up on the horse, er wolf.
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