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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
- 40-40
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Renesmee

If I’d wanted to mope around all the time, I think Jake would have let me, but I wanted to try and keep things at least a little normal. Anthony wouldn’t have noticed either way, but I had four other kids who at times were having trouble dealing with all these changes, and I wanted to make it easier for them.
I didn’t know how much A.J. was sleeping, but I knew that his best chance for it was when he knew Amy, and Randy, were sleeping and she was safe. When that happened, I slept better. Then Jake slept better, too. It was a strange chain reaction.
Keeping the pack fed whenever they were here kept me busy and occupied, so did the scheduling of guard duty at Amy’s. Leah coming back had kind of thrown off the groups, so instead of officially going into the rotation, Leah just filled in for whoever asked her to take over for them.
I was a little wary of her at first, but still willing to give her a chance. Jake said although she saw this as a good opportunity to redeem herself with the pack, she really did want to help. He said over the years, she’d softened,if only a little. She also knew that her mother wasn’t getting any younger, that’s who she and Patrick were staying with.
According to Xandra, another reason she had been willing to come back, was that she knew Sam had stopped phasing. She also told me that even though it hadn’t been intentionally brought up, in her head Leah still maintained that she hadn’t meant to scratch me. I’d just been too close when she phased.
“She could have taken a couple of steps away first!” Mollie had pointed out.
Mollie apparently was not going to be so quick to forgive.
She and Seth were closer than ever. That was just fine, as long as I didn’t have to hear it, see it, or know about it. That was why I had no problem letting them go “camping" as Jake had called it, using the little air quotes when he said it.
“Mollie did take a tent,” I pointed out while they were gone.
“Yeah, and the air mattress, too. If they break it, they bought it,” he had said.
“Maybe they’ll hike, go on nature walks or something.”
He raised an eyebrow at me.
“Sure, sure. Just like we used to do,” he said.
“At least they are bringing a tent,” I teased. “Woulda been nice if you had thought of that!”
“Hey! We were young, in love, and on a budget. You liked it,” he insisted with a grin.
I had to admit, I sure did.
It would have been unrealistic, and unfair to expect them to wait until marriage, when we couldn’t do it ourselves. I have a lot of respect for people who choose that, in another situation I might have gone down that path myself, but for imprints that just doesn’t work.
Imprints or not, I decided I’d rather go on pretending that none of my kids will ever do that , and that any grandchildren I have were delivered by the stork!
Back in reality, I wondered if Amy and Anthony would ever be able to have a child. My kids had less vampire in them than I did, so it made sense to think their kids would have even less. It varied between all of them, but Anthony was right in the middle. If I was half, did that mean Anthony was 1/4th and his child would be 1/8th? Could Amy’s body even handle that?
I had to assume Amy would want to be changed someday, be a vampire and live forever like Anthony. I really can’t see any imprint turning that offer down after experiencing that kind of love.
My mother had told me once that Grandpa Carlisle had a theory about her. He had wondered if because she had chosen to be changed, and prepared herself for it, she was able to have much greater control over herself than the average newborn vampire did. I hoped that he was right, for Amy and Anthony’s sake when the time came.
What about Amy’s daughter? I supposed that she’d have a big decision to make when she reached adulthood.
There were so many variables, sometimes it drove me up the wall thinking about all of them.
“Stop it,” Jake said, kissing my temple in bed one morning.
I hadn’t realized I was using my gift, or that he was awake behind me.
“I can’t help it,” I said. “Try and let him see her soon,” I said.
“I will, we always look for good chances for that,” he reminded me.
I knew they did. When Randy wasn’t around, Anthony would, in an odd long distance way, spend time with Amy. She didn’t know, but he was with her when she did her chores, or creatively entertained Daisy using only her imagination.
“I missed you last night,” he said, molding his body to mine, and slipping his hand underneath my t-shirt to rub my stomach.
“Aw, I missed you too,” I said, putting my hand over his.
I’d been able to tell that it had not been a good night at Amy’s, even though I was half asleep when he came home. Just the fact that he’d gotten back so late was one big clue. His whole body had felt so tense when he got into bed with me.
“It was awful. Sometimes I wish I’d just let A.J. at him, and we could be done with it,” he said, seeing my thoughts again.
“It is tempting,” I agreed, but we’d been over that already.
That first night, after we came home from the hospital I’d told Jake, “If Anthony ever gets near that guy, he’ll kill him.”
That’s a phrase people over use a lot. Like, “I’m gonna kill you if you don’t stop leaving wet towels on the floor!”
This was not one of those cases.
I’d sort of expected Jake to argue with me, but I didn’t.
“I know,” he had said.
Anthony had a long life ahead of him. I didn’t want him to do anything he might regret for a very long time.
Even though we could probably get away with it, even if it was well deserved, our superhuman status doesn’t give us the right to go around killing people.
Who’s to say that’s what Amy would even want? There was the daughter they shared to consider, too.
I rolled over to face Jake, he pressed his lips to my forehead.
“Daisy had an upset stomach last night, which of course somehow ended up being Amy’s fault,” he said. “I mean, when you have a kid that’s sick when they are little like that, you’re gonna have a bad night. When things are bad there, they are really bad.”
He let out a deep breath.
“If that was you...I would just loose it.”
“Shh,” I said, kissing along his jaw.
“I’m the alpha, there’d be nobody to stop me, and-”
“Shh,” I said again. “Don’t even think about that, because you’ll never, ever have to worry about it,” I assured him.
“Good.” He cupped my face with one hand. “You look so beautiful right now,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”
He looked into my eyes as he rubbed against me. I reached into his shorts to find him already halfway hard.
A lot of things had been thrown out of whack around here, our sex life was one of them. It wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t quite the same. There were more quickies than wild marathons, but we still needed each other. For now, it was mainly about the comfort of being close, being together.
“I want you to kiss me,” I murmured.
He gave me a grin as I slowly stroked up and down his length.
“Is that all you want?” he asked, his face moving closer to mine.
I snorted a laugh.
“Maybe,” I said.
He brushed his lips against mine, only barely.
“That was a terrible kiss,” I teased.
“Oh, really? What was wrong with it?” he asked, sliding his hand up my shirt.
“I like a little tongue action,” I said.
He laughed softly.
As he rubbed my breast, he kissed me again. I stayed still as he ran the tip of his tongue along my bottom lip.
“How was that?” he asked.
“Eh,” I replied, shrugging the shoulder I wasn’t lying on, even though my heart was racing.
“And what was the matter with that one?” he asked, his fingers getting very busy under my shirt.
“Too short.”
He brought his face close to mine again, and beckoned my tongue out with his. The tips of our tongues touched, he sucked mine into his mouth, making me moan. We kissed deeply as I wiggled out of my pajama bottoms.
This is much more like it, I told him through my gift. He laughed, and we kissed right though it. We kept it up as he rolled us so that I was on top of him. I pressed my chest into his, as I lifted my hips so that he could guide himself inside of me.
I sighed as I sank back down, letting him fill me completely.
Our lips finally parted so that he could tell me, “Too many clothes!”
I raised myself just long enough for him to remove my shirt, then I pressed myself against him again, both of us bare, at least from the waist up.
“Yes," he breathed, as I moved my hips up and down. I wrapped my arms around him, and tucked my head into the crook between his neck and shoulder.
“I love you,” he told me again, stroking my hair with both of his hands.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
His hands moved down my body, caressing me. When they reached my backside, he gripped it firmly. By holding me there he started to lift me up, then push me back down onto him. When he rose up at the same time, my body shuddered. He’d hit the perfect spot. When I cried out, he knew it.
I stilled and let him take over, since he knew exactly what he was doing. I clung to him as he swiveled his hips. I felt my body tremble and turn to jelly. When he bounced me up and down, I was quickly a goner, and so was he.
Afterwards, we enjoyed a quick shower together.
“You gonna try to talk to him today?” he asked, inclining his head upstairs towards A.J.’s room as we dried off.
I’d been putting that off for a couple of days. I wanted to ask if the books on domestic violence had helped him at all. I knew he’d finished them, because one by one, he’d returned them all by leaving them outside my bedroom door. It was another strange way that he was like a ghost. Even if we didn’t see or hear him, there was evidence he’d been there.
“You’ll feel better once you do,” Jake pointed out.
He knew me well. I hadn’t talked to him about Amy at all. I was hesitant to even try, because I knew I couldn’t fix this.
Everyone else was at school, so it seemed like a good time. It was almost summer, but I hoped he would go back next year. We had the same expectations for him as we did for Mollie, we wanted all our kids to graduate from high school on the rez. That was a conversation for later however.
As I stood in front of the door to Anthony’s room it was quiet inside, like always. Sometimes, I’d almost rather he was in here cussing and shouting, at least then I’d know what he was doing.
“Anthony? Can I come in?”
“Sure,” he mumbled on the other side of the door.
He was lying in bed on his back.
“Were you asleep?” I asked, even though the bed was made and he was on top of the covers. His forearm was over his face, covering his eyes.
He snorted.
“No.”
“Can I come sit with you for a minute?” I asked, still in the doorway.
The last time I asked him that, he shot me down.
“If you want,” he answered.
I closed the door behind me, and sat gingerly on the corner of his bed.
“What did you think of the books?” I said. “Did you learn anything helpful?”
He cleared his throat.
“What I really learned, is what a nightmare she’s living, and that there really is nothing I can do to help her right now.”
“I think learning about it was a good way to do that.”
“On average it takes seven tries to leave, before it really is over. She’s already done it four times, what if it takes her ten? If she keeps going back and forth, I could loose her over, and over again. I won’t be able to take it!”
“Once she sees how good life can be, I think she’ll really be done with him,” I said honestly.
“The big question I had, those books didn’t answer. They all say don’t blame her, be supportive to listen. No kidding, I coulda figured that out myself, but what if she doesn’t want to talk about it, ever? I just want something concrete. What am I supposed to say, what am I supposed to do to make it better?”
I wanted to know the same thing, so when he looked up at me with those red, swollen eyes, I had a little trouble keeping it together.
“I think the reason you didn’t find what you were looking for, is because there isn’t one thing that will work for everybody. You know about her situation, but you’ll have to get to know her some more as a person, too. I think once you start doing that, you’ll have a better idea of what she needs to heal.”
He nodded.
“It’s like imprints. There are a lot of things that we all have in common, Dad and me, Aunt Rachel and Uncle Paul, Seth and your sister, but we are still all different people.”
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“You’ll love her in a way that no one has ever loved her before, I think that will help her an awful lot. That part will be easy. You’re the only one who can do it, and you won’t even have to try,” I pointed out.
“I do, Mom. I do already,” he said, his voice breaking.
“I know.”
“There’s so many things...she’s had a lot of concussions,” he said, sitting up. “Brain injuries are serious! She could have trouble with her memory, or with making decisions, headaches...I won’t be able to do anything about that.”
“Sure you can. You can be patient and understanding.”
I didn’t want the longest conversation we’d had since he imprinted to go downhill.
“What about the good things? There are going to be so many good things, too. Have you thought about those?”
He smiled then.
“Tell me,” I encouraged.
“Mostly simple stuff. I wanna have dinner with her every night, bring her to fires on the beach, and to see Grandma and Grandpa. I can’t wait for everybody to meet her. I want to take Daisy to Disney Land, maybe when she’s a little older and will remember it better,” he said.
“That sounds really nice. They are so lucky to have you,” I said, patting his knee.
“Not quite yet,” he grumbled.
“Soon,” I said, hoping I sounded more sure about that than I felt.

A/N: Hoo boy, so many questions. All we be answered...eventually.
I’m not sure if I will update next week, or the one after that. I’ll for sure be going back to an every other week schedule soon though.
I’m sure there’s other things I wanted to tell you, that I can’t remember so keep an eye on FB lol.
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