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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: Hey all. If you don't remember the conversation about the garbage bag in Amy's closet at Randy's place, you may want to refresh yourself at the top of chapter 29. It will be mentioned in this chapter, and I don't think it will be quite the same if you've forgotten about the last time. I probably would lol, that's why I'm throwing it out there.
Another random note: Amy and Randy are not married. It was only brought up once (the first time she met A.J.) but even though they lived together, she didn’t want to marry him.
Anthony

Every night Amy asked me if I would stay, and every night I said yes. I told her that I wasn’t going anywhere, unless she thought I should.
She had looked down, blushing.
“No, I don’t want you to go anywhere."
She had let Daisy stay home from pre-school for those first couple of days, but we had started to develop a routine. In the mornings I drove them to the school, and watched the parking lot like a hawk as she walked Daisy inside. While she was in school, if it was nice outside Amy and I would usually sit in the lounge chairs in the back yard, enjoy the spring sun and get to know each other some more. The more I knew about her, the deeper in love I fell.
After we picked Daisy up, I’d usually spend at least some of the afternoon on the phone while those two played. There was still always a pack member outside, but that was less people than usual who knew immediately what was going on, and everyone wanted to.
Amy would cook dinner. I told her that I could do it, but she said that when she got to choose the meal, she liked to cook. Daisy usually showed up to the table partially in costume, she really loved that dress up box. If it wasn’t the fairy wings, it was a crown or a tutu.
Once Daisy was in bed we would sit on the couch together and watch movies, mostly comedies. She loved to laugh, and I loved to hear it. When she got tired she’d put her head on my shoulder, and I’d put my arm around her, so it seemed like we were more than friends but I wasn’t quite sure. She would fall asleep on me, and even though sleeping sitting up on the couch usually would not have been comfortable, you couldn’t have pried me off that thing with a crowbar. It really put me at ease to know she was as safe as she could possibly be while I was sleeping.
Eventually, I had to go pick up some of my stuff. I had been wearing my dad’s old clothes. When I left to get Amy and Daisy, I sure didn’t think I’d be staying for the next week and a half. Amy had been wearing some of my mom’s clothes, in addition to what she’s brought along. She hated the idea of letting me buy her new clothes. Mom had a lot of different sizes, so Amy had been able to find some things she liked that looked really nice on her. That worked, for now.
Taking her with me to get some of my things would be a good chance for her to meet Asa and Xandra. There were literally dozens of people who were clamoring to meet our new family members, but they would have to wait until Amy was ready. She’d mentioned to me more than once how she doesn’t like crowds. It seemed best if she met new people a few at a time. I knew she’d be the center of attention at any gathering, and she wouldn’t enjoy that. My immediate family alone might feel like a crowd to her! I was most excited for her to meet Mom and Dad. I’d already started telling her some of the Quileute “legends.” I was looking forward to being able to tell her the entire truth, so that she could be a genuine part of my life.
It took a little convincing to get her to come with me. If she really wanted to stay behind I wouldn’t have made her go, so I was glad she agreed. She had suggested that while we were out, maybe we could pick up her car and the rest of her stuff as well.
So that she wouldn’t hear, I started texting to see who was around. I wanted a couple of wolves at the house in case things got bad, and one outside of where Randy worked to try to avoid it coming to that. Amy said he should be at work until the early evening, but if he should head towards home, I’d get her out of there.
I couldn’t put my hands on Randy unless there was immediate danger. I literally couldn’t since Dad hadn’t said it as my dad, he’d said it as my alpha. I tried to understand, but I was pissed because if it was what Amy wanted, I’d really like to see his head on a stake in the middle of the rez.
She hadn’t talked to him on the phone, I would have heard her, but I knew he’d been sending her text messages. I could tell by her reactions. I could have grabbed her phone when she wasn’t looking and find out what Randy was saying to her, but that was something he would have done. I had to trust that if he had made any threats, she’d tell me like I’d asked her to. I wanted to throw her phone in the woods where she’d never find it, and just get her a new one. I didn’t want him to be able to hurt her anymore, and I could see that he still was.
“My buddy Cole said he’ll come help us pack you up, if you want,” I said, holding up my phone. He’d be there anyway, even if she didn’t know.
Amy shook her head.
“There won’t be that much for him to do. I’m sure a lot of it is ruined by now,” she sad sadly. “It would be best to get there before trash day, maybe then there will be something left.”
Unfortunately, I knew she was right. Dad had been there when Randy came home to find her gone. He went ballistic, and trashed the place. There was a lot of screaming, a lot of crying, and plenty of stuff got broken. There’d be no way to know how much of it was hers until we got in there.
“I know where we can get some free boxes,” I said. “My friend Embry’s mom owns a little store over on the rez.”
“That sounds good.”
It was a good thing these plans came about in the morning, it was starting to look like it was going to be a busy day.
First stop was the rez to get the boxes. I showed them around a little on the way to First Beach, the store was right on the edge of it. I pointed out Grandpa Billy’s house, and told them how when I was little every time we went over there, he’d have a plate of cookies for us.
“Mommy? I like cookies,” Daisy said quietly from the backseat.
“I know you do, babe. Me too,” Amy agreed.
Taking them there to visit was another thing on the list that I was looking forward to.
When we got to the souvenir shop, the place was jumping.
“I think maybe we’ll just stay in the car and watch the ocean,” Amy said.
“Really?” I asked, trying to hide my disappointment.
“Yeah.”
“As long as you’re sure. Do you guys want anything?” I asked, getting out of the car.
“No, thanks. We’re fine,” she assured me.
Well, they’re getting something, whether they like it or not, I thought to myself with a smile as I walked in.
“Hey guys!” I called. Embry was helping a customer, Quil was re-stocking the postcards, and quickly abandoned them.
“What’s going on!” he exclaimed happily, slapping me on the back.
“Lots. Amy and Daisy are in the car,” I told him with a grin.
“I wanna meet them!” Claire squealed, emerging from the back room carrying a small box.
“Not quite yet. I wanted her to come in, but she said she’d rather wait in the car so she must not be feeling very social.”
“Aw, man. I’ll just have a little peek at them then,” she said, walking over to the window.
“You got any boxes bigger than that?” I asked Quil.
“Empty ones? Sure. What for?”
“We’re gonna go get some of my stuff, and then to get the rest of her stuff. And her car.”
“So, you’re moving in together?” Quil asked.
“I’m not getting all of my stuff so technically, no.”
I hadn’t thought of it that way, I just hadn’t left yet. Even though I told Quil no, it did seem like it and that was very exciting.
“Are you guys official?”
“I wouldn’t exactly say that. I don’t know what label to put on it, but it’s good.”
As Quil went to find some empty boxes, I picked out a couple postcards of the beach and paid Claire for them. I could hear Amy in the car explaining to Daisy that they were going to get their things, but Daddy wouldn’t be there, and they weren’t staying. By the time I got back out there with the boxes, she was turned around, singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with her.
When I opened the door to the backseat, they both stopped and looked up.
“I have an important job for you, Daisy. Can you keep an eye on the boxes for me?” I asked.
Without looking at me, she nodded.
“I got you and Mommy some pictures of the beach.”
I gave Daisy hers. “Ooo,” she said looking at the postcard of crashing waves, her mouth in a little O shape.
“Wow, that’s so pretty. Thanks, that was nice of you,” Amy said, taking hers from my hand.
“You’re welcome.”
We went to Randy’s first, she said she’d rather get it over with. On the way, she became visibly nervous the closer we got. Her breathing became awfully loud.
“If the truck is there, just drive by,” she told me in a small voice.
I knew he wasn’t home, but I promised her that I would.
She breathed a sigh of relief when the driveway came into view, and only her little red car was in it. That feeling was short lived however. I could tell before she could, that all four tires had been slashed. When she realized it, she just shook her head.
“Don’t even worry about it, we’ll have it towed,” I assured her.
As she took Daisy into the house, I called a tow truck. I hated the idea of one single person knowing where Amy was living, but it was the fastest way to do this. To be safe, I called a towing company from the next town over. I insisted on talking to the driver, and once they let me, I told him if he could get the car out of here in under an hour, there’d be one hundred dollars in it for him. I was glad I had extra cash on me.
I could hear Daisy and Amy talking inside.
“Daddy do dis?”
“Yes, but we don’t need to worry about that. Go back in the living room and keep putting your toys in the box so we can bring them to the new house. Don’t touch any of that yucky stuff.”
As I approached the door, my skin crawled. I could feel all the anger, humiliation, and loneliness that Amy had suffered here emanating from the place before I was even inside.
The smell hit me as soon as I opened the door. It was pretty obvious where it was coming from. The living room was filled with beer cans, spilling over with cigarette butts. The couch only had one cushion on it. One was next to it, torn apart, and the other was across the room. With the amount of food caked dishes all over the house, one would think Amy had been gone for months. I stepped over a pizza box to get to Daisy.
“You doing okay over here?” I asked her.
She held her little nose, then went back to throwing her things in the box.
“Yeah, it’s pretty stinky. I’m gonna go find Mommy.”
“Hurry, hurry, hurry!” Daisy whispered to herself as I walked away.
Amy was in Daisy’s room, taking things out of her dresser. She was scowling, but when I walked in she looked up and gave me a small smile.
At least this room seemed mostly untouched.
“Daisy’s baby book,” she said, holding up the pink and soft yellow photo album.
“I’ll show you it another time. After I’ve done some editing.”
Once she had all of Daisy’s clothes, she announced next stop was the bathroom.
I followed as Amy took the box down the hall, but she stopped short in the doorway to the bathroom.
“Oh, no.” she said quietly.
Over her shoulder I could see about a dozen CDs, most of them broken, in the bottom of the bathtub. In the sink there were remains of several books that had taken a bath too. I couldn’t tell exactly how many there had been, they were all ripped up. The sink was was also full of shards of glass, from the broken mirror above it.
Amy held back a sob.
“My stuff!”
“It can be replaced.”
“But it was mine .”
She was quiet as she retrieved a few things from the closet. When the box was full, I gently squeezed her shoulder and offered to take it out to the car.
“Thanks, Anthony.”
When I returned, she was in the bedroom sitting on the edge of the bed staring blankly at the floor. This room was the worst of all. It was a tornado, mostly of clothes. The floor was covered with them, and knick knacks that had been smashed to pieces. There were broken picture frames all around the dresser, which was knocked over on it’s side. By the bed, there was yet another beer can that had been turned into a makeshift ashtray. It had spilled, so there was beer mixed with ashes drying on the night stand and carpet below.
“Do you have anything in there?” I asked.
I didn’t want her to have to walk through the shards of glass.
She shook her head.
She seemed like she was shutting down, it was just too hard on her. I wanted to get this over with quickly so I started grabbing the clothes on the floor that were nearest to me.
“Stop,” she whispered.
“Why, what’s the matter?”
Exasperated, she reached down and picked up a pair of pants off the floor. Only when she held it up for me, I saw it could no longer really be called “a pair” of pants. There was only one pant leg. When I looked closer at the shirts I had already picked up, I saw they’d been cut apart, just enough to make them unwearable. There wasn’t anything that could be salvaged. They were all cut, if not shredded.
I was about a hair away from asking Cole to stay here, and rip that waste of space limb from limb as soon as he got in the door. I saw no reason why he should continue to suck up oxygen.
Determined to find at least one article of clothing she could take with her, I opened a garbage bag I found in the closet and started going through it.
“What about these?” I said.
When I looked up at her, tears were streaming down her face. Her hands were balled into angry fists as she shook her head.
“Why not?” I wondered. “They all look fine.”
She suddenly darted over to the dresser, and started kicking it. Not wanting her to hurt herself, I put my arms around her waist to hold her back. She leaned down and snatched up one of his shirts that was hanging out of a half opened drawer. Her whole body shook with effort as she tried to tear it apart.
“I hate you!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “I fucking hate you!”
I hated him too, more than anybody else who ever existed.
She gave up on the shirt and threw it on the floor. I’d pulled her away from the dresser, so she started kicking at the glass as she kept on screaming.
“I fucking hate you,” she sobbed.
“You’re gonna get glass in your shoes,” I said gently.
“I don’t care!” she shouted, flailing around in my arms.
“Come on. You don’t want to scare Daisy,” I said.
That did the trick, and her body relaxed a little.
Outside, I heard the tow truck beep it’s horn.
“Your car is leaving, and I think we should too.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“How about you check you didn’t miss anything, and we’ll get out of here.”
She nodded, and I released her.
On my way out to meet the driver and give him his promised tip, I saw Daisy hiding behind the couch. I wasn’t sure what she’d seen of that, if anything, but she’d definitely heard it. I knew she didn’t want to talk to me, but I couldn’t just let her cower in fear back there.
“You don’t need to be scared, Mommy just got a little upset. We are gonna leave in a minute,” I said in the most gentle voice I could.
As soon as the door closed behind me, I heard her run out of the room. Outside, I gave the driver his hundred bucks and thanked him for getting here so quickly.
Back in the bedroom, Amy seemed to be doing better already. Her eyes were red and a little swollen, but she was smiling. She was sitting on the floor, holding Daisy who was curled up in her lap, and they had what looked like a blanket wrapped around them.
“I did find one thing in here. It got torn off the wall, but it’s okay,” she said, standing up and nudging Daisy out of her lap. As Daisy clung to her leg, she held up the tapestry to show me.
“I’ve had this since I was a kid, I guess I was probably about nine or ten when I got it. Looking at it has always made me smile.”
It was of three wolves, all of them brown with a touch of red, and she’d had it since right around the time I was born.
How interesting.
“There’s the Momma wolf, and her two babies. Isn’t it gorgeous?”
“It really is,” I agreed. “We’ll find a good place to hang it.”
“Wolves are so beautiful. I kinda wish the ones in your legends were real. It would be so cool to see one that big.”
“You never know,” I said with a shrug.
She raised her eyebrows at me as she folded the tapestry and put it in it’s own box.
“There are people who say they’ve seen them, or seen huge footprints in the mud.”
“No way! I wonder if I’ve heard them!”
“Maybe,” I said with a smile.
“We should try to find some! You don’t think they’d be dangerous, do you?”
“Nah, they are people, after all. Their whole reason for existing is to protect humans.”
Especially the very special ones, like you.
I was working up to telling her about imprinting, maybe that could be next.
I felt lighter as soon as we were off that property, I think Amy did too. She’d never have to go back there again.
By the time we got to my house, it was almost time for my sisters to get home from school. Asa would be there, since he wasn’t starting school until the fall. I hoped Amy wouldn’t ask why he was home.
We walked in the open front door, and he was sitting there at the kitchen table.
“Amy, Daisy, this is my brother, Asa.”
He got up from the table and bowed to them
“Pleasure to meet you lovely ladies,” he said.
“In case you can’t tell, he’s a huge dork,” I said.
Amy giggled.
“What he meant to say is, I’m awesome. Hey, Anthony. Mom and Dad aren’t here, but she said there’s something for you in their room.”
“Okay, I’ll be back in a second then.”
As I walked over to Mom and Dad’s room, I heard Asa asking Amy what she thought of the flowers. She started to tell him how much she liked them, so it seemed like she’d be comfortable talking with him for a minute.
I wished that my parents hadn’t needed to leave because of Amy, that was disappointing. But as soon as I opened their bedroom door, I saw them both sitting on the edge of their bed, grinning.
“Shut the door, shut the door!” Mom whispered.
As soon as it was closed behind me, she nearly tackled me.
“We’ve both missed you so much!” she said.
“I missed you guys too. I’m really glad you’re here.”
After Mom let me go, I gave Dad a quick hug.
“Hey, buddy.”
“Hi, Dad.”
“We do actually have stuff in here for you,” he said.
They had a nice, tall Tupperware cup full of blood from a bear, fresh from this morning. I hadn’t even realized how thirsty I was, how long it had been since I’d hunted. Once I spotted it, I couldn’t down that blood fast enough!
“I have a suitcase with clothes in it,” Mom said, going into her closet. “I wasn’t sure if they’d be exactly what you wanted, but it’s at least a start.”
She brought out the huge suitcase, and I had look through it.
“Thanks, Mom. I think this is about all I’ll need. Maybe just a couple more things, then I’ll be set.”
“That’s great! So, how’s Daisy been doing since the last time we talked?” she asked.
I told them how I talked to her all of the time, and even though she didn’t actually speak to me, she’d acknowledge me now. She usually kept her distance, but at least she didn’t hide.
“There’s been some improvement, and that’s very encouraging,” Mom said. “I’d be surprised if she couldn’t sense your connection with Amy.”
“Yeah. Kids pick up on all kinds of stuff, even if you don’t realize it,” Dad added.
I started to tell them about what a hell hole Amy’s old place was on the inside, and all the awful things he’d managed to do to her even though she was gone, but my sisters noisily arrived home.
“Yay! Amy and Daisy are here!” Swan shouted.
I heard Seth’s voice too, and figured he must have picked them up.
“Hey there, girls,” he said.
I wasn’t done talking to my parents, but I wanted to be out there in case Amy or Daisy got overwhelmed.
“You should probably go and get your things together,” Dad said.
Mom suddenly looked a little teary.
“I’ll call you tomorrow, Mom. I promise.”
“I know Amy needs you, but it’s so strange not seeing you every day!” she said, giving me one more hug. She might be little, but she can nearly squeeze the life out of a guy!
“I might be able to tell her the truth even sooner than I thought, Mom. Then we can come over all the time.”
“Good. You’d better!” she said.
“I will, I swear it.”
It must have sucked for them to be hiding in their own house, so I didn’t want to stay for too long.

“Xandra, looks like you already met Amy and Daisy,” I said, coming back into the kitchen.
“I did,” Xandra said. “I’m telling Amy all kinds of embarrassing things about you.”
“Yeah, right. You wouldn’t, I’ve got way too much crap on you!” I said.
Mollie had gotten Daisy a coloring book, and crayons with sparkles in them that I never knew existed.
“Check it out, you’ve got castles, fairies, all kinds of stuff to color!” Mollie explained.
Daisy’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. She shrugged her shoulders and covered her face as she giggled.
Mollie and Xandra sat with her at the table, and encouraged her to give the crayons a try. Daisy picked one out, and started to scribble on a random page. When she got a look at the sparkily purple color the crayon made, she got so excited she squealed and started to wiggle back and forth in the chair.
“Wow,” Amy said. “Thanks so much, those are really cool.”
Seth came out of the garage lugging a tent, and carrying a cooler under his arm.
“Let’s blow this popsicle stand, cutie,” he said to Mollie.
“Time to go! See you all later!” she said, popping out of her seat, and quickly following Seth out the door.
“They are going camping ,” Swan, who was leaning against the kitchen counter with a smirk on her face, explained to Amy.
Xandra snickered, and Asa burst out laughing.
Amy didn’t get it at first, but when she did she blushed and held in her laughter.
After I made them promise to behave in front of the three year old, Amy and I went upstairs to get my things.
As I filled a box with books, I encouraged her to choose a few she might like to read. It was a good thing I’d given the ones on domestic violence back to Mom, that might have been a little awkward.
That coloring book kept Daisy awful busy. By the time I had everything, she’d finished several masterpieces. She didn’t really color in the lines, or pay much attention to them at all, but they sure were colorful and cheerful looking.
She scurried over to Amy, and handed her two pictures.
“Dis one is yours,” she said.
“This is awesome! I love it. How about this other one?”
“For that girl. She left.”
“Oh, for Mollie?” Amy asked.
“Uh huh.”
“That was very nice of you, I’m sure she’ll be so happy,” Amy told her.
“She’s a sweetie, she made some for everybody,” Swan said.
I never thought I’d hope so hard that a kid made some sparkily scribbles for me.
Daisy ran back to the table, got another picture, then ran back over to Amy and me. She unceremoniously thrust the picture at me, then said to Amy, “I gotta potty.”
The minute we got back, I hung them both on the fridge.
“I think Daisy likes you,” Amy said to me that night after she’d changed into some pajamas that used to be my mom’s.
“Good. I like her, too,” I replied.
Amy was standing near the bottom of the stairs, nervously picking at her fingers nails, and I couldn’t figure out why.
“I think I’ll...sleep in the bed tonight,” she said.
“You might as well, I’m sure you’d be more comfortable,” I said.
It seemed like she wanted me to come with her. If she didn’t she probably wouldn’t be lingering like that, but I wasn’t sure if she’d be able to ask me without being afraid of my answer.
“Do you want me to tuck you in?” I teased, walking towards her.
She snorted and looked down.
“Maybe.”
I put my hand on the small of her back, and gently guided her towards the stairs.
“Do you want me to stay with you?” I whispered at the doorway to the bedroom.
She nodded.
“Unless...you think it would be weird.”
“Not at all. Do you?”
“No.”
So we both crawled into the bed. Right away, she put her head on my chest. That was all the invitation I needed to wrap both of my arms around her.
My elation at the fact that we were sharing a bed faded when she started to softly cry. I could hardly blame her. Even though it ended well, it had been a trying day for her. I soothed her the best I could, as she mourned the loss of most of her belongings. Her tears didn’t last very long though, so it was nothing like that first night.
When she fell asleep a short time later, I looked down at her peaceful, sweet face resting against my chest and smiled.

A/N: Whew, lots going on. There is more of these guys to come, but now that there’s been at least some resolution I think next time we will check in with somebody else.
Much love for all your kind words about the last few chapters. A lot of you have shared your own happy ending stories with me, those are always amazing to hear!
Til next time, be safe
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