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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: Hello pals! Those of you who are on the facebook page got to read a teaser for this chapter. I like to think we have a good time over there, so if you’d like to join us, the link to it is in my profile. The facebook fans usually get to know that I’ll be updating the day before it happens, not today though it’s a surprise a day early. (Hehe!) If I can, I try to post a few paragraphs as a teaser. Soon I’m gonna organize an album of all the great pics and fan art you guys post on there. Some spot on pics, and amazing edits have made my day on there more than once. There’s already a picture of Amy! Someone got to it before I even thought if it lol.
Speaking of the FB page, after talking with you guys on there, I do wanna clear up something real quick about last chapter. Rachel’s annoyance was at nurse happy pants, only because it would have taken her about two seconds to give out that pain medication before she ran off, and that became just one more task Rachel had to do. Her attitude changed once she saw that it was Amy. Before Rachel realized what had happened, of course she’d try to talk Anthony out of pursuing her, because’s she’s not exactly single and ready to mingle.
Renesmee

I wanted to be the one to tell him. Jacob didn’t think I should, but I think there are times when a boy needs his mother. Even a very, very tall adult.
Rachel had agreed to do a little digging for us. We wanted to know how bad things really were. She was going to ask around, and plug Amy’s name into the computer programs at the hospital to see what she could find.
It was a risk, because of all the strict privacy laws to protect patients. If she got busted, she was planning to claim concern for Amy, and a worry that something fishy was going on, both of which were completely true. It wasn’t so much the finding out of information that could get Rachel into a lot of trouble, it was the telling people part. Jake promised that if anything happened, he’d buy her a house on her own private island paradise where we’d support her, Paul and the kids for the rest of their lives.
“That sounds nice and all, but I don’t know if I could live without being able to order a ham and pineapple pizza once in a while!” she had said.
I was so overwhelmed. I knew Anthony must be feeling ten times what I was. I was thrilled for him, he’d found his soul mate, but I was also worried because this was not going to be easy.
Jake squeezed my hand as we watched Rachel drag Anthony away from the hospital’s back entrance.
“Just a few more minutes, I promise,” I could hear her telling him.
“Mom! Dad! Are you here to meet Amy?” he asked, running up to us. Rachel dropped him off to us at the edge of the woods behind the building, and turned right around to hurry back to work.
“Not yet,” I told him.
Anthony sure did have stars in his eyes.
“She’s great,” he beamed.
“I’m glad,” I said, reaching up to put my hand on his shoulder. “I really am. I’m so excited to meet her, but not just yet. Dad and I want to talk to you first.”
“I’m ready. I’ve been getting ready my whole life by being around you guys!” he said happily.
His optimism seemed so naive, considering his lack of knowledge so far in this, and it was about to be crushed.
I can’t do it, I told Jake through my gift.
“It’s okay, I got it,” he whispered to me. We shifted around so that I was standing partially behind him.
“There are some things you’ve got to understand first, buddy. You can not phase tonight,” Jake said.
Anthony cocked his head. “Why would I?”
“Phasing will not to anything to help Amy, it’ll just make things worse. You want to help her, right?” I said.
“Of course I do, with anything she needs!” he said eagerly.
“That’s one thing she needs, is for you to stay human around her for the time being,” Jake said.
Anthony was starting to look suspicious.
“What’s wrong? She’s gonna be okay, isn’t she?” Anthony asked, panic creeping into his voice. “Is she more injured than she looks?”
“That’s not what I’m saying, just listen,” Jake told him. “You know she has a boyfriend, right?”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t matter now,” he said, obviously unconcerned.
“It does a little, do you know she lives with him?” I said, peeking around Jake’s bicep. I didn’t think I needed to be standing where I was. Anthony would never hurt me, but I stayed where I was just to appease Jake.
“That’s okay, she can stay with us, right?” Anthony said.
“Of course she can, if that’s what she’d like to do, but you may want to take things a little slower. She’s human, this will be a lot for her to take in,” I said.
“Got it. Okay. No wolf stuff, no vampire stuff. Aunt Rachel said after I talked to you guys, I can see Amy.” His face lit up saying her name.
Jake looked over at me. Here goes nothing.
“Don’t forget what I said before, you can’t phase tonight,” Jake began. “This guy she lives with, it looks like he abuses her. That’s why she’s here.”
I almost couldn’t watch. The thought was so inconceivable to Anthony, that he didn’t seem to be able to process it at first. Confusion slowly melted into horror.
“Hits her?” he managed to choke out.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Anthony started to shake. “Not anymore,” he growled.
“Relax,” Jake warned.
“Son of a bitch!” Anthony snarled.
He put his fist though the middle of a thick tree, leaving a splintery hole. He did it again, and again, and again.
“That’s enough!” Jake called.
“He’s fucking dead!” Anthony shouted, and mauled another tree.
“Anthony, stop it!” I cried.
“She’s not going back there!” he insisted furiously, his hands still balled into fists, and his breathing ragged and unsteady.
“I don’t know a lot about these kinds of situations, but from what I understand you can’t just make her leave,” I said gently.
“Yes I can,” he argued. “I can go in there right now and get her. We could hide her, and she’d never have to see him again!”
“Only if that’s what she wants,” I said. “You can’t just kidnap her, I know you don’t want her to be afraid of you.”
“She isn’t safe there!” he cried.
“We can protect her,” Jake promised. “Once she is out of the hospital, at least one of us will be outside that house every second of the day.”
“That isn’t good enough!”
I moved Jake to the side to wrap my arms around Anthony.
“Help me get her out of there, Mom,” he begged in a small voice.
I wished I could.
“All you can do right now is try to be there for her. Maybe you could just be friends first,” I suggested. “Maybe that’s what she really needs right now.”
That really rang true with him, I’d thought it might. He nodded, and pulled away from me.
“When you feel like you’re calm enough, you can go see her,” Jake said. “Do you wanna go for a quick run first?”
Anthony shook his head vigorously.
“No, I wanna see her now,” he said, finally smiling again. “I’m fine. I’m ready.”
“You have to stay calm when you’re around her,” Jake reminded him.
“I will.”
I couldn’t help giving him one more hug.
“You are so special, Anthony. I just knew fate was saving you for someone who really needed you,” I said. “Everything will work out, it was meant to. You’re exactly what she needs, and I know you’ll figure out the best way to help her.”
“I’m really gonna try, Mom.”
“Things just might not happen as fast as you’d like them to,” I said.
“That’s not part of the deal,” Jake said, and he should know. “Just take it slow.”
“I’m ready,” Anthony said. “Let’s go.”
Jake ran off to get the pack, and keep his promise that they’d be prepared to watch over Amy at a moment’s notice.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen Anthony so excited about something. He’d quickly become positively giddy.
Just before we reached the nurse’s station where Rachel should be, he had a sudden realization when we passed a restroom.
“Hospitals are so full of germs, I should wash my hands before I go see her!” he exclaimed, and ducked into the men’s room.
I smiled, shook my head and went to find Rachel. She was just walking away from the nurse’s station.
“Rach!” I whispered, calling her back to me.
“Hey!” she replied, hurrying over. “Oh, man. Where is he, did he freak out?”
“Only about germ spreading, he’s just washing his hands. He actually took it pretty well, considering.”
“If he managed to stay human, I’d say you’re right. Well, I’ve found out one pretty interesting thing about her already,” she said drawing me into a quiet corner with her. “I think we should just let her tell him this when she feels like it.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“According to my sources, this is about three years too late, but congratulations, grandma,” she whispered.
“Excuse me?” I whispered back. I thought my jaw would hit the floor.
“Yup,” Rachel confirmed. “It’s a girl!”
“Holy shit,” I breathed.

Anthony

As I washed my hands, I realized I had no idea what I was going to say to her.
Aunt Rachel had my back though. As soon as I walked out of the men’s room, she pulled me towards Amy’s room, and put a deck of playing cards in my hand.
“Someday, this will be a really cute story, but for now just go with it,” she said, and shoved me into Amy’s room ahead of her.
Amy jumped at our sudden entrance. I smiled at her, she hesitantly smiled back then looked away.
That warm feeling was back, and I never wanted it to go away.
“Hello young lady, how’s that head feeling?” Aunt Rachel asked.
“Better.”
“You staying awake for me?”
That made me wonder if she’d had a concussion. I forced myself to swallow my anger, reminding myself that it wouldn’t help her.
I can let myself get angry later.
“Yup,”Amy answered, without looking at Aunt Rachel.
I wished she wasn’t giving one word answers, so that I could listen to her voice some more.
“Perfect. I’ve got good news!” Aunt Rachel said cheerfully. “We’re trying out a new program. It’s called Playing Cards with Patients! I know how boring it is to be stuck in the hospital, so Anthony here is going to play some cards with you. ‘Kay bye, have fun!”
She made a quick exit, closing the door behind her.
We were alone.
Amy was wearing a hospital gown, but she still looked so incredibly beautiful. I’d never talked to such an attractive woman before. It wasn’t that I had nothing to say, there were just so many things I wanted to say that I couldn’t choose. I decided to keep it simple. Let’s run away together is probably not a good opening line.
“Hi. I’m Anthony.”
Crap. She already knew that.
“Hey,” she said quietly.
“You can call me A.J. if you want,” I offered.
She nodded.
“The J. stands for Jacob, I was named after my dad,” I explained.
“I was named after someone, too.”
“Who?” I asked.
“My grandma.”
“Your middle name?”
She shook her head. “Her name was Amelia, but I go by Amy.”
When she talked, her eyes jumped around a lot. She would only look at me every few words, at the most.
“Both are very pretty,” I said.
She smiled shyly.
“So are your eyes.”
She actually looked right at me then. I ignored the dark discoloration below her right eye, and focused on the perfectly clear, icy blue. I held her gaze, for what was quickly becoming a record amount of time for us so far.
I’m not sure if it was close enough for her ears to pick up, but I could hear the pack in the distance. They must have just found out. Some of the howls sounded like celebrations, some like battle cries.
“What’s happening?” she asked me softly.
She felt it, too. I knew she wasn’t ready for the whole truth yet, not even part of it, but I didn’t want to flat out lie to her.
“I...I think it’s hard to explain,” I said. I waited until she looked away to ask, “What card games do you know?”
She picked a classic, Go Fish. As we played cards on the little metal tray table between us, I found out all that I could about her.
Her favorite music was classic rock. She also listened to the pop station sometimes, but she only told me that under the condition that I never tell a soul. I solemnly promised that her guilty pleasure would be safe with me.
I noticed on her wristband the hospital had given her, that her full name was Amelia Sarah Harris. Her birth date was on there, too. She was twenty years old.
Her favorite “everyday” food was pizza, because there are tons of different kinds. Her favorite “fancy” food was shrimp cocktail.
She said she couldn’t choose a favorite movie, but Nightmare Before Christmas was in the top five.
She was the proud owner of a three legged German Shepherd named Lucky.
“What happened to his leg?” I wondered.
She shrugged, and set aside a matching pair of Kings. “He was like that when I got him from the shelter.”
“Was his name already Lucky, or did you name him that?”
“I did.”
I had to chuckle. “Why? He doesn’t seem very lucky!”
“Hell yeah, he is!” she said, looking up from her cards.
“How so?”
“He’s lucky ‘cause whatever got his leg, didn’t get him!” she reasoned, with a sly smile down at her cards.
“Very good point,” I said.
She was also the proud mother of a little girl named Daisy.
The thought of her having a child with someone else made me a little sick to my stomach. I tried not to think about that, and focused on the fact that this little one was half Amy. Daisy was a part of her, and I couldn’t wait to meet her.
“That’s gotta be the cutest name ever," I said. “How old is she?”
“Three.”
She reached over to the chair next to her hospital bed, and retrieved her phone from her purse to show me some pictures.
She was a perfect little mini Amy with her bright blue eyes, two blonde braids, and round, rosy cheeks. I couldn’t help cooing over her a little.
“Look at how sweet she is!” I said to the picture of her having a tea party with some Barbie dolls.
She showed me a few pictures of Lucky, too. She told me that he and Daisy were inseparable, it sure looked like it.
When Amy’s phone vibrated in her hand, it made her jump. She picked it up quickly, turning her face away from me.
“Hey,” she whispered.
“Hey, yourself. I miss you, when are you coming home?” the male voice on the other end said.
I gritted my teeth.
“Soon, I think,” she answered.
“When they release you, have them take you in one of those courtesy vans, okay?”
Wow, put the mother of your child in the hospital, and you can’t even be bothered to pick her up?
I shook with rage, and wished I couldn’t hear both sides of the converstaion.
Keep it together, I told myself. Save it for later.
“What’s Daisy doing?” Amy asked.
He laughed at her.
“It’s one in the morning, what do you think she’s doing?”
“Sleeping. Okay. I’ll see you later,” she said.
“I’ll be asleep when you get home, but there’s a little something special here for you.”
“Okay, bye.”
Amy kept glancing sideways at me.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he said, like she was a toddler.
She bit her lip, and twisted her body away from me so that she was facing the wall.
“I love you,” she said quietly.
“I love you, too. See you in the morning.”
She turned her phone completely off, and stared at the wall.
“You okay? Amy?”
She nodded wordlessly.
“Can I tell you something?” I asked her.
She turned to face me again, and didn’t say anything, but I took her eye contact as a green light.
“If there’s ever a time that you...don’t feel safe, there’s somewhere you can go,” I said as gently as I could.
She narrowed her eyes at me.
“Are you a social worker?”
“No, no,” I said quickly.
“Are you from child protective services?” she accused.
“No!”
“I knew this card stuff was bullshit. Randy has never hurt our kid-”
“What about you?” I asked. “Has he hurt you?”
She pressed her lips together in a thin, angry line.
“You don’t know shit,” she told me.
“I know that you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”
“You don’t have any right to come in here and judge me!” she said, looking down at her hands.
“I’m not, I just want to help you,” I tried to assure her.
“Are you from the psychiatric floor?” she asked, trying again.
She knew something was going on, and she was getting frustrated that she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
“No, just listen. I’m not here in any kind of official capacity. Is it that hard to believe that I want to help you?”
She said nothing, and kept wringing her hands.
“What about...I’m related to the police chief...”
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to tell her that. We usually didn’t talk about being related to Grandpa Charlie, but I’d do anything if I could get her to go for it.
She just let out a bitter laugh.
“Cops? Yeah, right. I can already tell you just what will happen. He’ll spend the night in jail with the other drunks, and when he comes back, I’ll get it even worse than the day before!”
Dead end.
“Do you want to talk to someone from psychiatric? I could go get a nurse and-”
“No!” she nearly shouted, her eyes filling with tears. “They can’t help me.”
She spoke so quietly then, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t even supposed to hear it.
“No one can.”
“You could talk to me, if you want to,” I offered.
Please, please, because I don’t know what else I can do for you right this minute.
“Why bother? You won’t understand,” she said, hiding her face as she cried.
I wanted so badly to reach over and take her into my arms, but I was too afraid I’d scare her away.
“Maybe not,” I admitted. “But I’ll still listen.”
I didn’t say anything else, showing her that I really was willing to hear what she had to say. She took a moment to compose herself. She started to talk, then stopped a few times. I waited patiently.
“It’s not his fault, you know. It’s not how everybody thinks it is,” she began.
I doubted that it wasn’t his fault, because it sure as Hell wasn’t hers, but I kept listening.
“He had an awful childhood, it was just the worst. His dad was so mean to his mom, then his mom was mean to him, he just doesn’t know anything else. It’s not like he’s some monster. He’s cried in my arms because he feels like his own mother never loved him, he’s hurting!”
“That doesn’t make it okay for him to hurt you though,” I pointed out. “He’s still responsible for his actions.”
She frowned, and started to pick at her fingernails. I noticed most of them were a bloody around her cuticles, and figured she must do that a lot.
“It could still go back to how it was in the beginning, it wasn’t always the way it is now,” she informed me.
“How was it before?” I asked.
“It was great, pretty close to perfect, actually.”
“What changed?”
She thought about it before answering. “When I got pregnant with Daisy, he wanted to get married. I was about to turn seventeen, and we really hadn’t been together all that long, so I didn’t want to. He said we should at least move in together, that way she could have both of her parents all the time. It seemed like it would be good for all of us, but that first day...” she let her voice trail off.
“Something happened the first day?”
“Not like that,” she said, shaking her head. “I was unpacking my boxes, and taking about how I’d go back to school after the baby was born, he said no way. I’d have to drop out.”
She let out a shaky sigh before continuing.
“I told him how my mom had offered to watch the baby, he said that nobody else was going to raise our kid. He said I don’t need an education, I won’t need to work because he’ll take care of me, and the baby,” she explained. “I still wanted to graduate high school, I wanted that diploma just for myself...he got really angry about that.”
That was when I started to realize, hitting a woman isn’t the worst thing a man can do to her. The injuries that no one can see might be far worse, and take far longer to heal. I couldn’t see them, but I could feel them.
I got bold, and reached out to take one of her hands in both of mine.
Touching her for the first time made my stomach flop around, in a good way, and gave me kind of warm shudder that I’d never felt before. I could feel the energy flowing between us, and prayed it was bringing her just a little comfort.
“Your hands are really warm,” she whispered.
“Yeah, they usually are.”
I hoped that I had gained enough of her trust, that she might accept my help. I had to go slow, but do all I could to keep her safe, and away from him. Maybe it would work if I eased into it.
“You should be able to do whatever you want. Like...leave, and be happy.”
“You think I’ve never tried to leave?” She started talking animatedly with her free hand as she looked down. “I’ve left and gone to my mom’s four times! Daisy always cries for her daddy, and Mom thinks it’s not that bad, and he just keeps calling, and calling, and crying, and begging for one more chance. I can never take it, I’m too weak! I just crumble and go right back!”
“Maybe it would be easier if you went somewhere else, where he couldn't find you. My grandparents have a house in Forks they don’t even live in, because they travel a lot. You wouldn’t have to pay any bills or anything, you could stay as long as you wanted,” I promised. “You, and Daisy, and Lucky.”
She shook her head.
“It wouldn’t change anything,” she insisted.
“Just try,” I begged.
“No!” she cried, ripping her hand out of mine. “I told you, you wouldn’t understand! I can’t just take his kid and run off, he needs me!”
I was at a loss for words.
Aunt Rachel came in just then to give Amy her discharge papers, and tell her she could go home as long as she felt okay. I guess she did, because she asked for one of the courtesy vans to take her home.
Once Aunt Rachel was gone, Amy quickly stood up and gathered her street clothes.
I had to give it one more shot. “You don’t deserve this. Let me help you guys get out of there,” I pleaded, but she was headed for the room’s tiny bathroom.
“Thanks for letting me vent and everything, but I’m going to get dressed and go home,” she said.
“Wait!”
She stopped, halfway hidden behind the bathroom door.
I was going to give her my phone number, but I was afraid of what he might do if he found it.
“Does your phone number start with 306?” I asked.
“Um, yeah,” she said.
“So does mine. I’m gonna put the last four digits on the bottom of your discharge papers, so that only you and me will know what it is. No matter who answers, just ask for me. You can call me any time, for any reason, and I really do mean that.”
I hoped she could see that I did, more than anything I’d ever said in my life.
“I don’t think I’ll need it, but thanks anyway. Bye, Anthony.”
She ducked her head, and disappeared into the bathroom.
I had to try and keep the faith that it would happen, that she would care for me as much as I cared for her, but it wasn’t going to be tonight.

A/N: Oh, Anthony. If it makes anyone feel better, like I try to do with everything, when it comes to imprinting I’ll be keeping with the original Twilight “rules.”
I think Amy’s situation is one of those things that you really can’t understand unless you’ve gone through it yourself. I haven’t, but I’d never write about anything that I had no clue about, or wasn’t at least willing to research, so I hope I do it justice.
As a little PSA, I’m putting some helpful links and phone numbers below. I hope you’ll use them if you, or someone you care about is being abused. Even if you think it’s just a maybe, look anyway. Even if not, check it out anyway just for your own knowledge. You never know.
You guys are all over the world (which I love!) but I’ve put a phone number and website below for the top five countries this story is read in. My author stats, which I’ve only looked at for fun before, came in handy! If where you live isn’t listed, I’m positive you can find something similar. Hell, I’ll find it for you if you ask! I know privacy can be a big issue, a lot who are going through this have zero to speak of. If you feel safer doing this as opposed to looking something up yourself, just tell me where you live and that you have a question about Amy, or about chapter 23. I’ll know what you mean, and I’ll respond with only the phone number.
The first website listed is a general one, it has an amazing amount of info and resources. I think you’ll be surprised by the things you find on there, I was! It’s got warning signs, quizzes, lots of helpful links, info about male victims, sexual abuse within a relationship, abuse in gay and lesbian relationships, and concerns regarding immigration, ethnicity, culture, and religion. They have a fantastic section with some concrete ways to help someone you love. I know what a helpless feeling it is, but it’s good to know there are some things you can do.
Like always,
Til next time, be safe ;)
www.aardvarc.org
Click on Domestic Violence
America: 1 800 779 SAFE (7233) or www.thehotline.org
United Kingdom: 0808 2000 247 or www.nationaldomesticviolencehelpline.org.uk/
Australia: 1 800 RESPECT (1800 737 732) or www.whiteribbon.org.au/finding-help
Canada: 1-800-363-9010 or www.canadianwomen.org/facts-about-violence
India: Central Social Welfare Board - Police Helpline 1091/ 1291 (011) 23317004 or
www.indianchild.com/domestic_violence_in_india.html
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