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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

Right around my youngest boy's birthday, my oldest boy had been the packs big number two for almost six months. As the alpha's most direct descendant, A.J. was second in command. What would happen in the future was anybody’s guess, but any of our younger kids who phased would be third, fourth, and so on. This bumped around some pack member’s long held statuses. It could have easily ruffled a few feathers, or some fur in this case, but they are a family. The fact that Anthony was a hard person to dislike, had helped matters I think. All things considered, he’d adjusted to pack life pretty smoothly. Once he’d found the order and reason in things, I think he found it sort of comforting. There were rules to be followed, and he likes rules. Once you know the rules, you know what to expect, and what's expected of you.
He'd only phased by accident a few times, and when he did, he'd managed to calm down enough to change right back pretty quickly.
I’d cut his hair. He’d asked me to just buzz it all off. The fact that our entire family was there to watch just made it even sadder. We even had several audience members watching from Montana, via Skype.
“Mom, you don’t have to cut it. I’ll just go to a barber,” he’d offered, twisting around in his chair in the middle of our kitchen to look at me.
“No, no. I can do it,” I insisted, and turned his head back around.
“Hun, it would help if you turned the clippers on,” Rachel pointed out.
“Okay! Thank you peanut gallery,” I muttered, finally turning them on. I held the pony tail with my hand to keep it from falling to the floor after it was cut. He wanted to donate his hair to charity, so it would be used to make wigs for children who are being treated for, or have survived cancer. That’d been all his idea. He was surely still the sweetheart he’d always been. He was just going to look so different, but he was a man now. I knew how my parents felt now, it just isn’t fair to have children who grow so fast.
I went slowly, ignoring anything going on around me, and tried not to think about things like when he was small, the way I’d run my fingers through his soft hair to get him to fall asleep. Instead, I thought of how now, I’d be buzzing his hair every six weeks or so just like I always did for Jake. This was just one more way they were alike now. Seeing so much of Jake in Anthony brought me a real sense of joy.
I got through giving A.J. his first real haircut without crying. After I’d brushed him off and removed the hair cutting cape, everybody applauded. He took a bow, and laughed as he thanked all the spectators for coming. He ran his fingers through his short hair and said, "Wow, how weird!"
The one person who didn’t look pleased, was Xandra. I couldn’t figure out why until after a quick movement, Asa put some wadded up bills into his pocket.
Oh Alexandra, ye of such little faith. At least my boy bet on me being able to do it.
That first week or two, Anthony seemed like he felt he had something to make up for. So we’d had to explain to him, that this was not the case. All new wolves have an adjustment period.
“You think Uncle Paul can be an asshole now? You shoulda been around him right before he phased. Yikes. Jared will tell you all about that one,” Jake said.
“I don’t think Uncle Paul is an asshole,” Anthony said, looking confused.
“Okay," Jake conceded. "You were never in a pack with him, but he’s had his moments. Also, he isn’t imprinted on your sister. We’ll see what you think of Seth in about ten years,” Jake teased.
“I like Seth though,” Anthony said.
“Yeah. He’s a good kid,” Jake said noncommittally.
Kid?
That was another quickly approaching change in our lives, Seth and Mollie. Her feelings seemed to be changing more quickly then his. I like to call that, the rock star crush phase. I remember going through it myself. Jacob could do no wrong. There was just nobody cooler, nobody more handsome. There was nobody more fun, or more interesting. Every time he talked to me back then, my stomach filled with butterflies.
He can still do that to me sometimes.
I never had a cell phone until I was older, but Mollie has one now. After Swan got one, everybody else had to have one, too. To be honest, it makes them easier to keep track of now that we live here, and they aren’t in the house all day. In any case, with all that texting Seth and Mollie do, sometimes she’s in a near constant fan girl state.
Uh oh, here come the hormones!
Jake hadn’t laughed when I’d said that, but I thought it was pretty funny.
"I hope you two are ready to get tanked tonight!" Rachel exclaimed. "Because we sure are!" I had her on speaker phone while I was putting the finishing touches on Asa's birthday breakfast. It was the big five for him, but it looked like the big ten or eleven.
I'd spent almost an entire day surfing the internet, looking for the perfect thing for him, and I was quite certain I'd found it. It was called Chunky Monkey Pancakes.
I stacked a serving platter with fluffy pancakes, then added all the special extras. Banana slices, chocolate syrup, powdered sugar, and a dollop of softened butter went on each stack. I also had some steak and eggs going on the stove. That way, those of us who weren't into sweets as much could have something special for breakfast, too. I'd even made some steak for the wolves.
"Rachel, it's a child's birthday party," I reminded her. "Hang on," I said.
"Swan! It's your turn to set the table!" I called.
She hurried to the dining room, saying in a sing song voice as she passed by the kitchen, "That smells so gooooood!"
Rachel continued. "Then after bedtime, we get to party. To celebrate Asa of course!"
"Why do I let you peer pressure me?" I wondered out loud as I tended to the eggs.
"Because you know I'm always right, and we have an awesome time! Jake okay with Vitamin R? You too?"
"Yeah, that'll work."
She was off to the store, and I was ready to serve my masterpiece.
"Breakfast is ready!" I shouted.
The stampede descended from all directions. None came from very far, they had been hovering all morning. Mollie was the only one who had actually helped, but our progress had been checked on many times by all.
"Ooo thanks Momma!" Asa said, surveying his choices.
"You're welcome, sweetie."
"Yes! Awesome!" Anthony cried, pounding a fist on the table, causing a small cracking sound.underneath it, that luckily remained unseen. He gave me a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Mom. I'm trying to be careful."
"I know, it's alright," I said, kissing his forehead before I sat down. I wouldn't have had a chance of reaching it anymore if he'd been standing up. He seemed to be finally done growing, he’d made it to six foot four.
Everybody gobbled up breakfast. There were almost no leftovers, and I'd even made extra.
Anthony went outside to give the wolves their treat, and I got started on more food preparation.
Mollie and Xandra helped me in the kitchen, when Seth came over I let him help with simple stuff like chopping lettuce. Most of the activity was happening outside. Much of the party was going to be centered around the new pool. We'd gotten a lot of use out of it already this summer, we had plenty of games to play in it. I thought we had a nice range of things to do that would entertain everybody, the kids and the teenagers and the adults.
Good, Lord. I can't believe that Kim, Emily and I have teenagers now. Young teenagers, but still.
I got busy working on Asa's cake, with Rachel's help. The sheet cake was as large as my oven would allow, and was being decorated to look like one of his favorite video games, Pac Man.
"Can I see?" Asa asked, lingering in the doorway as he passed. He knew it was a Pac Man cake, he'd chosen it's theme, but it wasn't time yet.
"Nope, go play!" I said.
"Just trust me. You'll love it, Ace. I gotta say, I really respect your choice to go old school," Rachel said as she worked on the cake's border.
"What's old school?" he asked.
"That just means that it's an old game," she explained.
"Is it older than you?" he wondered. I snorted, and Rachel elbowed me in the side.
"Yes, it's a classic. Just like me," she said.
Asa dared to take a step closer, and crane his neck. "You are getting awful close!" I said, shielding his cake from view with my body.
"Go find Christopher, I'm sure he's having lots of fun doing something that he shouldn't be. Get out of here before I smack that little butt!" she threatened with a smirk.
"You wouldn't!" Asa said, and of course he was right. She wouldn't, but she took a step closer to him.
"Wanna find out?" she asked.
He covered his rear end with both hands as a little giggle escaped him. "Don't touch my butt!" he shouted, running out of the room, looking just about as goofy as he possibly could.
"Ah," Rachel sighed. "I love empty threats."
I could see out the window that Jake had inflated the bouncy castle I hadn't been able to resist renting. Asa was growing so fast, I couldn't help thinking this would probably be the last little kid's birthday party I throw.
I was glad the guests didn't start arriving until we were good and ready for them. I served many, many club sandwiches and glasses of iced tea and lemonade. In between doing that, I watched my birthday boy having fun. I stood near the edge of the pool as Asa burst out of the water, not even out of breath. He proudly held up all five neon rings that he'd successfully retrieved from the bottom of the deep end. He did this several more times, much to the other kids dismay.
I was a little distracted, so I wasn't expecting it when Jake wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.
"And where have you been?" I asked, as he buried his nose in my hair.
"Inside, kicking Quil and Embry's ass at pool," he said.
"Very nice. Good job."
"Let's do the gifts soon. I can't wait to give him-"
"Shh!" I cut him off, when I realized Asa was watching, and listening to us. The little sneak grinned and looked away.
Since I am pretty much the coolest mom ever, I let him open his gifts before we ate the cake. He opened them inside, so that my family could watch on Skype. The wrapped gifts had arrived on our doorstep yesterday, Asa had been sniffing around them ever since. My family looked on with delight at the joy that opening each one brought him. They'd been coordinated by Aunt Alice, obviously. All of them had gotten him a remote control pool toy. There were a few submarines, but mostly sea creatures. The ones he really liked were the shark from Uncle Emmett, and the sting ray from Daddy. They were really cool, even I sort of wanted to play with them.
"Thank you!" he shouted, waving at the screen of my laptop. They stuck around to watch the baby of the family open the rest of his treasures.
I think Asa's favorite gift from Jake and I was the new bike. He immediately took it for a ride around the pool, then came back to open everything else.
He was thrilled at his Pac Man cake when I brought it out to him. We sang Happy Birthday to him before devouring it. I wrapped my arms around him and sang in his ear, showing him my thoughts of the day he was born. There are few things more important to me, then them knowing how loved they are, and how wanted, too.
In retrospect, perhaps the bouncy castle should have been closed for business after the cake, at least for a little while. Poor Pearl Ully starting looking a little green. She stopped jumping up and down, and sat in a corner yelling at the other kids to stop bouncing, while holding her unhappy little tummy. Sam came to her rescue, and after she spent some time in his lap being very still, she was okay.
Kim and I sat and giggled at the way her Marla was following Anthony around. I think I'd be okay with him taking a nice girl from the rez out to dinner or something. He was old enough now. The problem was, Marla was only eleven. She hardly saw this as a problem though. She flipped her hair and laughed loudly at everything Anthony said, whether he’d meant to be funny, or not. The look on his face when she dissolved into giggles after he'd asked me if all the cake was gone, was priceless. It was painfully obvious, to everybody but Marla, that he was finding her attentions horribly annoying, but he was trying so hard not to hurt her feelings.
I felt sorry for Anthony, he was dying over there, but it was too funny not to laugh at.
Asa yelled to me as he jumped up and down in the castle. "Momma! Come bounce with me!"
"Oh, Asa. I don't know about that." I really did not want to make a fool of myself.
"But it's my birthday and that's what I want, Aunt Rachel you come in here, too!"
"You bet!" Rachel called to him. As she was taking off her shoes, she teased me under her breath. "Come on, quit being a big vagina!"
"Rachel!"
"What? I didn't say pussy," she whispered.
"Well, you did now!"
"Right, your virgin ears. I forgot. Come on, take your shoes off and let's go."
I followed her into the big, brightly colored bouncy castle. When Asa saw me climbing in, he ran over to me. "Momma!" he yelled happily. He threw his arms up, then let himself fall flat on his face. They all had their favorite little game to play in there, and that seemed to be his. He instructed me in the proper technique.
"You stand straight up. Then, you put your arms up like this," he said, holding them straight above his head. "Or you can do like this," he said, holding his arms out at his sides. "Or also, like this," he added, clasping his hands behind his back. "Which one do you want to do?"
"I think I like this one," I said, holding my arms straight above my head.
He demonstrated, shrieking the short distance it took his face to meet the air filled floor. "See? It doesn't even hurt."
"So is it more fun if you scream like that?" I asked, suppressing a grin.
"Yes!" he cried enthusiastically, thrilled I was grasping the concept of face planting.
"Duh!" Rachel said, over from the corner where she was holding hands with Grace and jumping up and down.
After Asa counted down, he and I let ourselves fall, screaming like banshees, face first. When I opened my eyes, his giggling face was a few inches away from mine. Little feet, and some bigger ones, bounced all around our heads.
I grabbed his face and gave him a big wet kiss on his cheek. "Happy birthday, baby. I love you."
After all short people were tucked into bed, either here in our guest room or safe at home, the party Rachel had envisioned started. Since she and Paul were staying overnight, they both felt free to indulge.
It ended up being the four of us, plus Embry, Quil, which of course meant Claire, and the three younger wolves. Anthony stayed out with us, he didn't really have a bedtime anymore. I was glad he didn't show any interest in drinking. I wasn't sure if he was that grown up yet.
The pool games the kids had been playing turned out to be just as fun for inebriated adults, maybe more. Adam did quite well at basketball in the floating hoop.
I busted Rachel and Paul making out in the garage. I stopped short when I saw them, each holding a beer as they kissed sloppily among the boxes of my kids baby stuff. Their heads snapped towards me, both looking quite sheepish. I'd totally forgotten the reason I'd come in there.
"Uh..." Paul said.
Rachel opened her mouth to say something, but what came out instead was a huge belch. She kept trying to excuse herself, but she was laughing so hard, all that she managed to get out was "Ex," a couple of times. I just shook my head and walked out of the garage snickering.
When I returned, Jake pointed out that I hadn't been in the pool all day. "Wanna go in with me?" he said. He looked so cute asking me. That did sound nice, so I went to change.
"Oh, please. Nice try," I muttered with a smile when I saw the swimsuit he’d set out for me on the bed. It was the only one I had that could be called skimpy, and it was for his eyes only. He was well aware of that, so I knew he was only kidding. I compromised, and wore the black strapless one piece. It was cute, and not too, “Hey, look at my boobs!” Only a little.
Jake grinned when he saw me, and took me into his arms. He gave me a short, but firm kiss, and threw me into the pool. He jumped in after me, and we tangled together at the bottom of the deep end where nobody could see us.
After everybody was gone, or sleeping, Rachel and I floated together in the pool on the big inflatable raft for two. This many beers in, I absentmindedly wondered how we’d get off this thing.
“You guys don’t do it on this, do you?" Rachel asked.
“No!"
“Didn’t work huh?" she said, with a giggle and a hiccup.
“No," I admitted. “We kept falling off."
Jake and Paul started clearing away empty bowls and forgotten cans of soda and beer.
"That's right, slaves," she whispered. She quickly chugged the rest of the can she'd been working on, and threw it out of the pool, right in Paul's path. "Ha!"
Paul picked it up, and tossed it in the garbage bag he was carrying around. He smirked, then blew her a kiss, using his middle finger.
“Maybe later," she called.
"Hey," Rachel whispered to me after he’d walked away. "You know what would be really fun to do in that bouncy castle?" she said suggestively.
"Rach, quit giving me bedroom eyes," I said.
She snorted. "Paul probably wishes! Seriously though, the bouncy castle. Imagine the possibilities," she said, her eyes glazing over with lust.
"No!" I said, waving my hands in front of her face, trying to wipe away the images of any specific possibilities with herself and Paul she might be picturing. "No Rachel!"
"Oh man, quit doing that before I throw up," she said, pushing my hands away from her face. I didn't want to make her sick, but mission accomplished, for the moment anyway.
After she and I had said goodnight to each other, I stood at the sink just rinsing some things, not actually bothering to use dish soap. I may have been drunk, but I was sober enough to know that I didn't want to be scraping nasty dried guacamole out of this dish tomorrow.
The slight swaying movement of the bouncy castle made me look up from what I was doing, and out my kitchen window. Then I heard a very familiar drunken giggle. I clapped my hand over my mouth to avoid bursting with laughter.
I abandoned the chore I was half assing anyway, and stuck upstairs to the guest room. Sure enough, Rachel and Paul weren't in there.
That thing is a rental, and if she gets to have more fun in it then anybody else, she can be the one who makes sure it's sparkling clean before I take it back!
At least they aren't in the pool.
Tired of being in my swimsuit, I tip toed back downstairs to mine and Jake’s room. I wondered if he was asleep by now. It seemed like it had been a while since I’d seen him. The door to our room was opened, but I didn't see him in there.
“Jake?” I whispered as I stepped through the doorway. As soon as I’d passed through it, a hand covered my mouth, and an arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I kicked my legs and struggled. Even though I knew it was Jake from his scent, he’d startled me!
He laughed and loosened his grip, allowing me to twist around to face him.
“I didn’t really scare you, did I?” he asked.
“A little!” I scolded lightly.
“Aw, I’m sorry,” he said, pulling me close again. “Wow, I guess I did. Listen to your heart go!”
He put his hands on my chest and smiled at me.
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he whispered with a grin. “It’s good for you to get your heart rate up though. Healthy and all that, for your heart.”
“It’s good to be healthy,” I slurred. He started to laugh again. He moved his hands down, dragging my swimsuit with them, exposing my breasts and leaving the snug fabric tucked underneath them. When his hands reached my hips, he pulled me even closer, letting me feel the long line of him pressing into my stomach.
“So, what have you been doing in here?” I whispered.
“Thinking about you...looking just like this,” he said. His hands moved back up to my breasts and he sighed, almost with relief as he caressed them. “I’d been half hoping you’d have a wardrobe malfunction, but that only I would see it...I almost caused one on purpose at the bottom of the pool.”
Since no kids had been around, we’d definitely not kept our hands to ourselves when we’d sank down to the bottom for as long as we could hold our breath.
“Only I would see,” he repeated. His soft touched turned firm, his thumbs glided over my nipples, back and forth as they hardened, I held back a whimper. “Cause you’re mine. All mine.”
“Yes,” I whispered. I pushed my swimsuit down over my hips, letting it fall on the floor. His thumbs kept teasing me. I pressed myself against him, begging for more. “I’m yours.”
“Oh, my God,” he moaned. His fingers dug roughly into my flesh now. “Do you know, do you even know how much I love you.” He pulled at my nipples as he lowered his face to mine.
“Yes,” I said, just before his opened mouth met mine.
As much as I love you, I thought, letting him hear it with my gift since my hands were on his back. When he started to rub against me, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist to reciprocate. He walked us to the bed, and we fell on it together.
He squeezed my rear end as his opened mouth trailed down my neck, to my chest.
“Want it from behind?” he asked hopefully.
“Mmm hmm,” I mumbled with a smile. I giggled as he rolled me over, and squealed when he grabbed my hips, pulling me up so that I was on all fours He put his hand between my legs and hummed.
“So warm.”
He teased my opening with just one of his fingers. “Come on, I urged him. He gave me just the tip of his finger. I got impatient and backed up into him. He stayed still as I did it again. When he extended a second finger, I let out a quiet moan. He finally gave me what I wanted the net time,and I felt him fill me completely. I sighed a long sigh, pushing back onto him.
“Does that feel good?” he cooed.
“Yes,” I gasped.
His hands were free to roam all over my body. They never left my skin, going from my legs, to my back, to take ahold of my shoulders. He pulled me back harder, and started to meet me. I let him take over.
The way he was pushing into me, and pulling me back at the same time made us collide with such force, it wasn’t long before I was crying out his name.
I could tell by his little whimpers he was having trouble waiting for me.
“Almost,” I said, my voice shaking along with the rest of me. “Almost.”
He leaned down and molded his body to the shape of mine. When he buried his face in my shoulder, I could feel his breath coming out in short, hot pants.
When I quivered and trembled, he stilled and let out a long groan. When I became still as well, he wrapped his arm around my waist and fell onto his side, pulling me down with him. While my eyes were closed, I felt his lips touch mine. His playful tongue darted in and out of my mouth, making me laugh and grab his face to keep him where I wanted.
When our lips finally parted, we rested our heads on the same pillow and talked quietly.
“I think Asa really had fun today,” he said.
“Yeah, I think he had a blast,” I agreed.
“How about you, did you have fun?” he asked, kissing the back of my hand that was twined with his.
I nodded happily.
“Me too,” he said with a sleepy, drunk grin that looked adorable on him.

A/N: Happy birthday to Asa, yay! Hope you guys liked this one, so many of you have told me you love the family time chapters. There’s going to be a lot going on in part III, it may seem like it’s going fast, but there’s just going to be a lot happening, if that makes sense.
Til next time, be safe ;)
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