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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, and am not making any money from this story.

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
- 40-40
- 41-41
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A/N: Thanks to KLarsen for doing some pre reading for me. That’s my bitch right there! In a good way of course.

*Anthony*

"Quil, I told you, I'm fine! I just need to go home and put some ice on it!" Claire complained. They were in the backseat of my truck as I drove towards the hospital in Forks. He was gingerly cradling Claire's left ankle, which she said was twisted, he said it was broken.
We'd been up on his roof with Embry, Asa and Xandra, just hanging out. When Claire wanted to go inside to get her hoodie, the two walked to the side of the house were the land rose up. The drop was only a couple of feet there, that was how Claire had climbed up in the first place. When Claire hopped down, she instantly cried out in pain and fell over. I guess she just landed wrong.
Quil, of course, flew immediately into a panic.
“Not it!" Embry shouted.
“What do you mean, not it?" I said.
“I mean, I’m not taking them to the hospital. Number one, I ran here so I don’t have my car. Number two, I am drunk as a skunk, and C, I took them when he thought she had meningitis at two o’clock in the morning-”
“Okay, okay I’ll drive!” I conceded.
“I’m outta here,” Xandra announced.
“Me too,” Asa agreed. “A.J., smell ya later!"
Quil was already placing Claire in my truck.
I sighed in defeat, and asked my siblings to let Mom know what was going on.
Before I went wolf, I'd have probably told him to just calm down and just drive Claire to the hospital himself. Now however, I understood their relationship, having been in the pack mind and seen it for myself. It was hard to believe such pure adoration was possible. When it comes to your imprint, there was nothing more important than that intense, primal urge to protect what was yours.
I forgot how fragile humans are, since I'd never lived with one. Seeing the way Quil went into a tizzy if Claire got a cold or something, made me glad Mom is more sturdy. I can remember the way Dad got when she was carrying my siblings.
At the hospital, I followed behind Quil as he hurried through the automatic emergency room doors, his broken beloved in his arms. As he was at the desk trying to convince the nurse that Claire needed to be seen right away, I went to go read expired magazines. By the time he accepted the fact that she'd have to wait like everybody else and came to join me, I still hadn't found anything decent.
"I think I'm gonna go see if my aunt is working tonight," I said, getting up from the uncomfortable chair that looked like it was older than Grandpa Carlisle.
"Oh, that's right! Ask her if she can get Claire into a room sooner." Claire gave him the kind of eye roll only a teenager can pull off.
"Dude, she's a baby nurse, so I doubt it," I said.
"Damn," he muttered.
I followed signs to the elevator, and pressed the button to go up. It was taking so long, I started eye balling the stairs on the other side of the building. Just then, the elevator door popped open, and there was Aunt Rachel.
“Hey, cutie!” she exclaimed, throwing out her arms, and getting up on her toes. I bent down so she could kiss my cheek. “What are you doing here? Did you come to bring me food?” she asked hopefully, looking like she might frisk me for a candy bar.
“Well, no. This wasn’t exactly planned, but if you have a minute I’ll buy you a snack in the cafeteria,” I offered.
“Yes! I’m in,” she quickly accepted, pushing the down button on the elevator. “I’m overdue for a break and I’m starved! So, what’s going on?” she asked while we waited.
“Claire,” I said simply.
“Ah.” She nodded knowingly as the elevator made a little ding sound, and opened for us. “Meningitis again? Or maybe the plague this time?”
I laughed.
“No, there actually is something wrong. She hurt her ankle,” I explained.
“Oh, no! I’ll have to go visit her. They shuffled us around, and I’ll have to go to the emergency room when I get back. I’ve got twenty minutes until shift change, then they are gonna be short staffed, and we don’t have that many babies today.”
“Don’t let Quil see you, he wants you to use your magical powers to get Claire seen sooner,” I warned.
“Oh, please,” she said with a wave of her hand. “Like I’m that high up on the totem pole here. How’d she hurt her ankle, anyway?”
“She thinks she twisted it jumping off that part of Quil’s roof where it’s only a couple feet up, you know how his house is kind of in the hill?"
Aunt Rachel nodded.
“I think she’s okay though, she didn’t even want to come here,” I said.
“But how is Quil, on a scale of one, to sobbing uncontrollably?” she asked.
“At this point, I’d say he’s at a solid eight.”
In the cafeteria, I treated her to a hot pretzel, and got some nachos for myself.
“I wish I had longer to spend. I’m lucky I got away at all though,” she said, as we took our place at a table. “If they’d sent me to the ER after the shift change, I’d have been screwed!"
I told her more about our trip to Montana, since I hadn’t seen her since we got back.
I’d mostly hung out with Gabriel. Montana has pretty good hunting, and we took plenty advantage of that. There was of course a big family meeting, otherwise known as the How Not to Expose Yourself to Humans and Get Slaughtered by the Volturi conference, brought to you by Swan.
“Swan spent a lot of time with Aunt Alice, and text fighting with Nate, who claims he's done nothing wrong. That whole thing is for sure over."
“I’ll bet," Aunt Rachel said, dipping her pretzel into the shared cup of artificial cheese between us. “Your mom said that little pig Nate has been avoiding all four of you, big time!”
I burst out laughing. “That may have something to do with the fact that Xandra growled at him!”
Aunt Rachel smacked her hand on the table and covered her full mouth as she laughed with me.
“Oh, man. I love that kid!” she said. “You guys aren’t done torturing him, are you?”
“Not by a long shot!” I confirmed.
Once her break was over, I tagged along with her to avoid Quil for a little longer.
“Finally!” a squat, unhappy looking nurse exclaimed as soon as she saw Aunt Rachel.
“My turn!” the nurse said, thrusting a pile of charts at Aunt Rachel. “203 is gonna need more pain meds, they’re there.”
“Thank you ever so much, nurse happy pants,” she muttered. Nurse happy pants wasn’t around to hear it though, she was long gone.
“Room 203 is literally right there,” Aunt Rachel said, pointing across the hall at an opened door. She picked up the little plastic cup full of pills. “And the meds, are right here. Why couldn’t she do it, why exactly do I need to be the one?”
Her face softened though, when she looked down at the chart and saw the name of the patient. “Oh, boy. Her,” she sighed.
Curious about that reaction, I wanted to see who was in that room behind the curtain surrounding the bed. When Aunt Rachel went to go deliver the patient her pills, I stood in the hallway right next to the nurses station. I leaned up against the wall, and tried not to look like a creeper as I peeked into the room.
Although she was battered and bruised, the girl lying in the bed was an absolute Goddess. I could see her soul shining through, and that was just as beautiful as the rest of her. The shapes around her blurred, and all I could see was her face; the blonde haired, blue eyed Goddess.
Next to her, Aunt Rose’s hair was the color of dirty dish water.
Swan’s eyes might as well be the color of mud. Now these, these were blue eyes.
“A little,” the angel in the bed said in response to whatever Aunt Rachel had just asked her. I hadn’t heard that part, with my heart pounding in my ears and all.
That voice...wow. She sounded like a Disney princess, maybe Belle, or Ariel.
Her eyes looked so sad as she swallowed the pain medication Aunt Rachel had given her. Suddenly, I felt sad too.
When her eyes met mine over the cup of water she was washing down her pills with, I felt a warmth start in the pit of my stomach, it spread to my toes, my fingers, and even the ends of my hair.
“Anthony! You can’t be in here, we do have rules you know!” Aunt Rachel said, sounding so far away, like she was somewhere on Jupiter.
She grabbed me by the shoulders, and grunted with effort as she shoved me towards the door.
“If you need anything, just hit that button,” Aunt Rachel said over her shoulder on the way out. Once the door was closed and I couldn’t see her anymore, I cringed. That delicious warmth was gone, and I felt colder then I ever had in my life, and I’ve run through three feet of Alaskan snow wearing nothing but my fur!
I lingered around the nurses station as Aunt Rachel made phone calls. I tried as hard as I could to see through the walls. I tried until my eyes burned.
“What’s her name?” I asked.
Aunt Rachel held up a finger at me, so I waited anxiously until she was off the phone.
“Trust me, sweetie. You don’t want any of that. Besides, she’s taken,” she said, putting the phone receiver back.
“That’s irrelevant.” I quickly pointed out. “She’s going to be okay, isn’t she? Why is she here?”
That really should have been my first concern.
“It’s very relevant,” she said, looking down at other patient’s charts. “She is one of those chicks who...uh, she falls down the stairs a lot, if you know what I’m saying.”
“So she’s clumsy, that’s okay. I’ll be there to look out for her,” I said.
I kept my eyes on the door, maybe she would come out to talk to me.
“I swear, you are even more sheltered than your mother sometimes!”
Aunt Rachel looked up at me, in my peripheral vision I could see her raising her eyebrows.
“Anthony?” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Anthony, look at me.”
I didn’t really want to, I preferred to keep my eyes on the door to room 203.
“What’s her name?” I asked again.
“Anthony Jacob, look at me!” she hissed.
She grabbed my face, and forced me to look her in the eye.
“What!” I said.
“What do you think of her?” she said, inclining her head towards room 203.
I broke out in a dreamy grin.
“Did you just do, what I think you just did?” she demanded.
“What?”
“Oh, holy shit. You did, didn’t you. You really did. Wow, holy shit! I need to call your mom. Nope, your dad. I need to call your dad,” she said. ”Holy shit!” she added once more for good measure.
“Fine. Do whatever you want, but can I go talk to her?” I asked.
“No! I mean, not yet. Come with me.”
She grabbed me by the hand, and lead me to the empty waiting room.
“We are going the wrong way!” I protested.
“It’s okay,” she assured me. “Here’s what we are going to do. You are going to sit right here,” she said, shoving me into a chair.
“Why can’t I go see her!”
“You can, but only if you stay sitting right here. Do you understand?” she said.
“No.”
“Too bad. Stay here, swear on your life that you will. No, swear on her life.”
Well, that changes things. I sat still, hands folded in my lap.
“Okay, that’s what I thought. Stay!”
She put her hands on my shoulders.
“You know, your Uncle Paul didn’t realize it right away either,” she said with a fond smile. “You’ve got some thinking to do.”
I didn’t know what she meant right away, but then it dawned on me. Did I just...hmm. I guess I did.
Before turning around the corner, Aunt Rachel paused. “Oh, yeah. This should hold you for a little while, sweetie. Her name is Amy.”

Jacob

It was late, but not so late that everyone was asleep, since it was Saturday night. It was late enough, however, that I was annoyed for my sister to be calling me when I was trying to enjoy some alone time with Ness.
On the couch, I had to shift her slightly off my lap in order to get my phone out of my pocket. I decided to mess with Rachel a little bit.
“The caller you are trying to reach, is busy making out with his wife,” I said into the phone in a mechanical voice. Nessie giggled beside me, and crawled back into my lap.
“Please call back-”
“Shut up, Jacob! Just shut up, and listen to me,” she said, her voice shaking. “Put me on speaker so I can talk to you both.”
“Woah! What’s the matter?” I asked, quickly hitting the speaker phone key.
“Start making your way to the hospital, right now!”
“Is it Dad?”
He hadn’t given us any scares, but I couldn’t help jumping right to that. He‘s getting up there after all.
“He’s fine. Don’t drive here, just run.”
At least it wasn’t raining for the first day since who knows when.
“Hop on my back so that you don’t get muddy,” I told Ness.
“We’ll be back!” she called out to Asa, Swan and Xandra.
“Now tell me what the Hell is going on,” I said as we left the yard.
“What I’m gonna say has a big ‘but’ after it, so just let me finish.”
I waited for Rachel to make a joke about big butts, when she didn’t that was just further confirmation that whatever was going on was serious.
“You know how Anthony is here?” Rachel said.
“Yeah, Is he okay?” Ness asked.
“He just...I’m pretty sure he imprinted on one of the patients.”
I heard Ness gasp behind me, and I thought my eyes were gonna bug out of my head.
“This is going to get messy. She lives with some asshole who beats her like a rented mule,” she whispered.
“Oh, no. How awful,” Ness murmured.
“Oh, fuck. He’s not there, is he?” I asked.
Even though he would deserve whatever he got, this guy and Anthony in the same building would be a very bad thing.
“No, no,” Rachel said. “Before I called you I asked her if there was anybody here waiting for her, because she should be going home soon. She’s here alone.”
“Rachel, are you sure that’s really what’s going on with her?” Ness asked as we crossed over a wet road.
“As sure as I can be, everybody here knows it. She’s here all the time, nobody on the planet is that clumsy. You cannot trip and hit your head off the coffee table that many damn times. The stories she comes up with are ridiculous, but if she won’t admit it to us and ask for help, we can’t do a thing about it.”
I could see the bright lights of the hospital just across the muddy field.
“What are we gonna do?” Ness asked.
“I dunno,” I answered honestly.
“When he finds out why she’s here...” Rachel let her voice trail off. “Before he can see her, you’re gonna have to tell him, like, outside. He hasn’t even actually talked to her yet, but I can’t let him in there.”
“You’re right," I told her. “You’re absolutely right.”
She might be a pain in my ass sometimes, but thank God for Aunt Rachel!

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