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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
- 41-41
- 6
- 7
- 8
A/N: It's going to be mentioned briefly in this chapter, but just to clear it up since people have been asking, the Cullens live in Montana now. To use an over used phrase, my bad! Oops for not making that clear.
Renesmee

"What the Hell?"
My ears perked up. That was a strange thing to hear Swan muttering from the bathroom. Usually, everything goes just how you expected in there, you know? No surprises.
Next I heard a lot of opening and closing of cabinets and drawers. A lot. Enough that I felt compelled to stop what I was doing, and go knock on the door.
"Swan? What are you looking for?" I asked.
"Hang on a second!" she said. I stood at the door for a minute, until I heard her unlock it. Just her face peeked out through the crack.
"Um, I'm having an issue," she whispered.
"Okay. What's the matter?"
"I...um...I'm sort of...bleeding?" she said.
"Where?" I asked foolishly.
"There," she said meaningfully.
"Oh! Oh, okay. Oh, crap," I said. Somehow, I'd never had this problem. Obviously I did ovulate, and quite well, but I'd never had a period. Who knows why. Some of my inner workings are a mystery to even me. I figured my girls might not ever get a "monthly visitor" either. But at least when they were being home schooled by Nanna, she'd taught them basic health class stuff, things that they all knew may, or may not apply to them. Apparently this one did.
"Honey, I don't have anything for that," I said.
"I know! I looked!" she said, exasperated. "Don't tell anybody," she begged.
"I won't," I promised her. "Why don't I call Aunt Rachel, she can bring something over for you. Do you think you can hang in there until then?"
"I guess," she said. "Don't tell Dad."
"Trust me, he probably doesn't want to know."
"And I don't wanna hear any junk about the joys of becoming a woman," she added, closing the door on me and hiding her scowl.
Jake did poke his head in as I was sitting on our bed calling Rachel.
"Hey, pretty lady. What's going on?"
"Girl stuff. Super secret. Can't talk," I said quickly.
He held up his hands, palms out. "No further questions!" He headed back outside, to whatever noisy thing he and A.J. were doing with Embry out there.
I whispered to Rachel that Swan needed some "female supplies."
"Ooooooh," she said, knowingly. "I'm about to go drop off Grace to play at Emily's. I can swing by on the way. What kind does Swan want?"
"Um..."
"Pads? Tampons?"
"I didn't ask her, I have no idea."
"I'll bring both," she said.
Swan stayed upstairs until Rachel arrived.
"She's in her room," I told her. "Will you make sure...that she knows how to do it and everything?"
"I'll give her a little crash course," she assured me, and went to hand deliver the goods.
I knew nothing about it on a personal level, so I left it to Rachel. I heard them up there talking about wings and strings.
When Rachel came back downstairs, she patted me on the shoulder and whispered, "She's all set. I'll see you soon."
I decided it was best to just leave it alone, and go about our day. I didn't want her to be embarrassed.
I was grateful we had a nice distraction later that afternoon. We got another package from Montana.
"Read the card first!" I shouted over the din. They were all practically salivating, they usually dug into the surprise packages from my family like they were wild animals. It wasn't just me, Jake thought so, too. If he thinks they are acting up, that's pretty bad. When there were random gifts involved, manners went right out the window.
At least this time they'd let us bring it in off the porch to open it.
"Give me that," Swan demanded, snatching the card off the top of the box and tearing it open.
"Dear Fabulous Five," Swan speed read. "I hope you enjoy these things as much as we enjoyed picking them out for you! We love you, Aunt Alice, and Aunt Rose."
Then the tearing of cardboard and paper began. As usual, there were five smaller packages inside the large one.
"Mollie, quit shoving!" Anthony complained, trying to get in front of her.
"I can't find mine!" Asa whined. The poor kid looked like a runt fighting for food among his bigger siblings.
"Here!" Xandra said, throwing his small package at him. "Now move!" He was all too happy to do so, and scowled at her as he scurried away.
As the dust settled, they discovered their treasures. Asa had the smallest box, that's why his had been hardest to find. He'd gotten a couple dozen packages of seeds. He had mostly flowers, and three of them he'd never played with before, so he went straight to the back yard and got busy in the dirt.
A.J. looked disappointed at first. "More clothes?" he exclaimed with dismay. "It's like they think I accidently phase and ruin something everyday!" He pulled out the pairs of shorts one at a time, until he found something at the bottom that made him much happier. "Yes!" he hissed, holding up what I assumed was the newest version of some hand held game. I don't know what that thing was, but he was excited. He could take pictures with it, go online, and play games. That night he was talking to his uncles on it and playing games with them long distance. It did everything but cook you dinner.
Mollie and Xandra both got some movies to add to their collection of slasher flicks. I thought they were sort of gross, they found them hilarious. They had so much fun watching them together, and arguing about who was going to be next to get it, and how it would happen.
Swan gasped when she opened hers. It was a selection of high end organic makeup. "It's all un-scented, and hypo allergenic too!" she cried gleefully. This would hopefully resolve an issue she'd been having since she started wearing makeup. Her nose was so sensitive, that having the chemicals that were in a lot of beauty products right on her face bothered her. She knew it didn't smell like it to anybody else, but to her, her face stunk.
I was pretty sure Aunt Alice couldn't have seen Swan's big event, but somehow she always has great timing. The arrival of the gifts had really improved her mood that day.
Over the next several weeks, Swan really blossomed. Her clothes started to fit her differently as she filled out. Soon, she discovered something she really liked. Well, two things.
She was thrilled, Jake was horrified.
Taking her bra shopping at Target was surreal for me. She enjoyed it though. She ran her fingers across the racks of pretty, lacey things.
"Just grab a random one so we can figure out what size you are," I advised. "I bet probably a thirty four, or thirty six."
She held up a thirty four D, and looked at me questioningly.
"No, no. Let's start with some A's and B's. and see how those fit."
D as in, Daddy has a heart attack. But A is a-ok.
I handed her bra after bra over the dressing room door until we figured out her size. Then the real shopping began.
"Swan, calm down," I said as she was tossing lingerie into the cart, hardly looking at them first.
"What?"
"You need to give them a good look if you aren't going to try them all on. Few things are worse then an uncomfortable bra, I'm telling you."
"Oh, okay. I can see that," she said, and paused to thoughtfully look over a lace covered red one. It was quite a hot little number.
"What do you need that red one for?"
She had no idea why I was questioning her. "For red shirts?" she said with such total innocence that I felt bad for even asking.
"Right," I said, and thought of her massive wardrobe. "You're exactly right."
Since she liked to match, she got several pairs of panties, too. She was very pleased with her purchases, and spent the evening in her room trying them on. It had been a successful shopping trip, everything fit.
By late spring, she seemed like she was finally done growing, everywhere.
The day of the seasons first big beach gathering, she spent all morning getting ready. When she finally emerged from the bathroom upstairs, she was greeted by snickering from the twins.
"Holy shit. Do you want some fries with that shake, Swan?" Xandra said.
"Mouth, Alexandra! Knock it off, you two," I warned.
She strolled past Jake and I like a peacock strutting her feathers. His jaw nearly hit the floor, and I couldn't really blame him.
She had on a little pair of jean shorts, but that wasn't the worst of it. The fitted t-shirt she had on was too small, and she'd artfully ripped it down the front to allow room for her new shape, which was bursting out.
"Oh, my God," Jake moaned, putting his head in his hands.
In the living room, Swan was telling the twins that they were just jealous, and they probably both pee standing up.
"There's no way," Jake whispered to me desperately. "If we were just going over to Rachel's that would be different." I doubted that. "But this isn't just a pack thing. All kinds of people will be there. Guys will be there."
Oh, heavens. Not guys!
But I did agree with him, so as she was trying on different sandals, I went to go talk to her.
"Your nails look nice," I said to break the ice. "Did you do them with that kit you got when you went out with Aunt Rachel and Caroline?"
"Mmm hmm," she said, sliding her feet into a pair of wedge sandals that would rise her height to about five foot seven. "I like doing them myself. So why pay to have them done, right?" she said.
"Right."
Awkward pause.
"I'm not sure about that shirt," I said, as gently as I could.
"Why?" she said, stopping her shoe search and looking at me.
"Sweetie, you are such a beautiful young woman-"
"Mom, for God's sake!" she groaned, cutting me off. "Is it too much?"
"Too much," I said. We can have the big chat about respecting your body, and boys having wandering eyes another day. For now, all I wanted was for her to change out of that shirt, which she did.
She kept the shorts and high wedges on her feet, making her look much more leggy, but changed into a fitted t-shirt, that actually did fit her.
"Wait," Jake whispered when I came back downstairs.
"What?" I whispered back.
"What swim suit is she bringing?"
"She said she's not going in the water, she doesn't want to get her hair wet."
"Oh," he said, and slumped down in his seat at the kitchen table. "Good."
Standing beside him, I leaned over to look him right in the eyes. I knew he could see down my shirt, just a little. It was a dirty trick, but it worked.
"Hey," I whispered.
"Hey."
"She's fine. Do you think my parents never once vetoed an outfit when I was her age?"
He tried to suppress a smile as he looked past me at nothing.
"It was different when you did it."
I held back a laugh, and ended up with a snort. "How so?" I wondered.
"Because I liked those little shirts you used to wear around the house when your parents were hunting...the ones that showed your belly."
I shook my head and smiled down at the table, blushing a little. He sighed.
"I know she's fine, it's the boys," he said.
"Why aren't you worried about girls with A.J.?" I whispered. He scowled and shrugged.
"Who said I'm not?"
I dragged him into our room, and sat him on the bed so that we could talk in private. I stood in front of him and asked, "What if he wants to ask a girl out or something?"
"I dunno. He'd have to have himself under control if he wanted to...date somebody."
"You don't think he is?" Because I did.
"I guess he probably is, yeah," he admitted.
I leaned down and put my hands on his knees. "And what about Swan?"
"Why are we talking about this right now?" he whined.
"Because I think it's a good idea to decide what to do about inevitable things, before they happen. Or do you want me to make all the decisions, and you can just agree with me and come along for the ride?" I teased.
"Sounds good to me," he said with a sheepish grin.
"Quit acting like I know what I'm doing. I've never raised teenagers before either," I reminded him.
"You have such good instincts though."
"Well, so do you," I said. "Anyway, if Swan wants to spend time with a boy, I vote yes. I think she's old enough, and she can be trusted."
"Alright, but no boys with creepy windowless vans, or pickup trucks. No mini vans either, her curfew is staying the same, and we have to meet him first."
"About half of that sounds reasonable. Is that all?" I teased.
"No," he said, and thought for a minute. "Boys with SUV's will be considered on a case by case basis."
"Oh, Jacob," I sighed.
"Okay, fine. I know. You're right, I do trust her. Besides...if she needed to, she could crush all the bones in a guys hand before he even knew what hit him."
He still wasn't quite through however.
"Seriously though, no vans."
Swan

"Swan! Everybody else is already in the car, let's go!" Mom shouted from downstairs.
"I'm coming!"
Jeeze, how do I manage to be the last one out the door, pretty much everywhere we go. Well, today it was because I'd had to change purses, since I'd had to change part of my outfit at the last minute.
I looked awesome in that shirt. I knew the chances of making it out the door it in were slim, but I figured it was at least worth a shot. I'd had a backup outfit prepared just in case.
I quickly finished dumping the contents of yesterday's purse into today's, then ran downstairs and out the opened front door. I jumped in the back of the already running car, and my sisters gave me dirty looks, but I ignored them. So they had to wait like two more minutes, big deal. They'll get over it.
When we got to First beach, there were already tons of people everywhere. Lots I knew, but lots I didn't, too. As we got out of the car, I saw Dove Uley hanging out with some kids that looked about her age, and some that looked about mine, too. The age that I looked and felt, anyway. I felt like meeting some new people, and there were lots here. I'd be joining them at school on the rez next year. Mom and Dad said we'd probably stopped growing enough. They figured we might have a couple more good spurts in us, then we'd be done. Except for Asa that is. He'd probably start going to school in another year or two they said.
"I'm gonna go say hi to Dove," I announced as I started to walk away.
"Stay where we can see you," Dad said. Like I'll drown or something.
"Right, okay," I said, without turning around.
"What's up, other birdie?" I said when I reached Dove.
"Oh, hey! Are you here with your family?" she said, looking over my shoulder for them.
"Uh huh. What are you guys up too?" A few of them were on their knees, sifting through the sand. I'd had a dream about it, so I knew what they were doing. But it would have been a little creepy to say so.
"Just seeing if we can find anything cool in the sand," she answered.
My eyes roamed over the new faces.
"Guys, this is Swan," Dove said. She pointed everybody out to me. "This is Luke, and these are his sisters Emma and Caitlyn." Luke was obviously the oldest of the three. He looked eighteen or nineteen, Caitlyn looked like the youngest of this little group, probably only thirteen.
"This is Killian, and Nate." I'd have to guess that they were both around sixteen, maybe older. They, like Luke, all had that jet black hair that came at least down to their shoulders.
They all greeted me and I waved politely.
I got in the sand with them, and started looking sort of halfheartedly. I already knew what I was going to find, and where, but I didn't know when. Just that it wasn't right this minute.
I waited until I got the familiar feeling of deja vu. I looked up and Dove was standing, talking to Nate. She had the same expression she'd had in my dream, and Nate's hair was covering his face. I hadn't known who he was, but I had the image in my head, it was the same. When Dove's sister Pearl came up to talk to her, everything clicked. I knew that just to the left of Pearl, buried in the sand, was what I wanted.
I dug in the sand, easily finding a little piece of driftwood that was in the shape of the letter S.
"Nice," I murmured, quite pleased with myself. As I looked at it, the deja vu faded away, and I knew my vision had been fulfilled.
"How'd you find that so quick?" I looked up to see Nate giving me a friendly grin. I hadn't realized he'd been watching me. I smiled at the sand and just repeated what my mom has always told me.
"Cause I'm special."
*Jacob*
I watched Swan with a close eye, and scrutinized any guy who came within five feet of her. I heard one saying he liked her shoes...pervert.
"Hey," I said, turning to my sister who was seated in the sand next to me. "Who's that kid, do you know his parents?"
Her eyes went wide. "Don't you know?"
"Know what?" I demanded.
She spoke in a hushed whisper. "That's Killian. His dad is the infamous La Push strangler!" She pretended to choke herself. "Mostly squirrels."
Ness, on the other side of me, was shaking with silent laughter.
"Come on, Rachel!" I moaned.
"I dunno, he's just some kid!"
"I'm glad you find this so hilarious. In five or six years, I'm gonna be laughing at you, you know."
"Go ahead," she said with a shrug. "I'm confident that I'll raise my children right, and they'll be ready for whatever life throws at them by the time they are teenagers."
I decided to ignore her, and rested my head in Nessie's lap. She ran her fingers through my hair and cooed, "Aw, poor Daddy."
She laughed at me with Rachel, what a traitor!
"Great, not you too," I said, looking up at her.
"Get over it Jacob, Little birdie has little boobies," Rachel said.
I groaned and covered my eyes.

A/N: Aw, poor daddy indeed! He'll get over it though. With all these new experiences, keep in mind that a kiss is just a kiss, flirting is just flirting, and not everything ends up being true love, but then again, it has to start somewhere. ;)
Must mention Steph. I stole Xandra's line about wanting some fries with that shake from her. ;)
If I've made you smile, I hope you'll return the favor!
Til next time, be safe ;)

A/N: Welcome back friends.
Not sure if a warning is needed or not, but after dark things may get a little kinky for some. Some may not think so, it depends on what floats your boat I guess! Either way, I hope this chapter does just that for you :)
Jacob

There comes a special time in a young man's life...no, not that special time.
It was time for Anthony to learn how to drive. He wanted to be able to go where he wanted, when he wanted. Pretty much everywhere he went was within walking distance for him, but nobody likes walking through the rain, as he'd often end up doing.
With our oldest four starting school in a few weeks, none of them wanted to ride the bus. The girls were definitely very supportive.
So with our blessing, and his siblings help, he started studying the rules of the road. He read those books all day long. He made himself flash cards and posted them all over the house. On bathroom mirrors, all along the hallway, on random objects and on the door of the fridge. I'd hear him getting something out of there, and muttering to himself about how far away he had to be from a school bus when it's lights were on, and it had children getting on or off. When I took him down to the drivers license center, he aced the written test for his learners permit quickly, and easily.
On his permit, he could drive as long as he had another licensed driver in the car with him. So over the next couple of months, pretty much everywhere Ness or I went, we let Anthony drive us so that he could practice. It was a little odd having my son drive me to Quil's house. Ness said the same thing after the first time he drove her to the grocery store.
He'd walk around the house, carrying his form that he logged his driving hours on, waiting for the day he'd driven enough hours that the great state of Washington deemed him ready to take the drivers test. He'd whip the neatly folded sheet of paper out of his pocket, always ready and eager anytime Ness or I had somewhere to go.
He was a great driver, better then me actually. He followed each and every rule of the road to the letter. I, on the other hand, may go ahead and make a right hand turn on red, even if there was a sign saying not to. Only if traffic was light of course...and if Nessie wasn't in the car to scold me.
When he finally reached the required number of practice hours, he called to set up his test. He hung up the phone looking dejected.
"What the matter?" Ness asked him.
"I have to wait a whole week!" he complained. "This is crap. It's pure, unadulterated crap."
"The department of motor vehicles isn't exactly known for speedy service, son." I told him. Give it a while, someday he'll know the excruciating pain of going to the DMV just like all the rest of us.
"Maybe you shoulda called when you had like, five or ten hours left to go," Swan said. "I think that's what I'll do."
"Thanks, very helpful," he muttered.
That week passed by much, much faster for Ness and I then it did for Anthony. He'd taken the first appointment of the day. He'd heard that was the thing to do. Rumor had it, that if you are the first driving test of the day, the almighty giver of drivers licenses was likely to be in a better mood, and more forgiving if you made a boo boo. The theory was, get in before they've had a chance to be annoyed by all the new potential drivers.
So bright and early, I sat in the DMV next to Mr. Sweaty Palms as he recited rules to himself.
"You're gonna be fine, A.J. just relax," I told him.
"I'm fine," he murmured, staring at the wall.
"Anthony Black?"
He was out of his uncomfortable plastic chair like a shot as soon as his name was called. He approached the man who strongly resembled a frog, with his documents in hand.
"Learners permit?" the frog asked. Anthony quickly handed it over. "Hours log?" Anthony handed that over too for inspection. "Follow me," he said curtly.
Anthony gave me a nervous smile and trailed close behind the man out of the building.
I got up and watched at the window as he parallel parked between the two cones. That had been the thing he was freaked out about the most. You only get one shot, and if you blow it they don't even take you out on the road test. He got it perfect though.
I could hear what was going on when he went out onto the road, they didn't go far. There wasn't much being said though. "Turn left at the next light...turn right at the next stop sign." I didn't hear the frog man correcting him, so I hoped that meant it was going well.
After basically looping around the shopping center, they came back to the point they'd started at, right next to the parking cones.
I watched as the frog scribbled on his clip board, not saying a word. I could practically hear Anthony sweating. After what seemed like an eternity, Anthony was handed a little sheet of paper.
"This is your camera card, go back inside, take a number and get your picture taken," he said, obviously reciting something he'd said about a million times during his illustrious career with the DMV.
"That's it?" Anthony said.
"That's it."
"You mean, I got it?"
"You got it," the frog confirmed, smiling in spite of himself.
If Anthony had run back inside any faster, I'd have had to remind him that we were around humans.
I grinned at him and held my hand up, we high fived so loud everybody in the place turned around and looked at us.
"Congrats, buddy. Way to go," I told him.
I stood off to the side and watched him get his picture taken. It took a little longer then usual. The employee had to call the supervisor over, he'd never photographed somebody so tall before, and didn't know how to adjust the camera that high. Anthony didn't care though. He didn't even need to be told to smile for his picture, he already was.
"Awesome, awesome, awesome!" he chanted as he nearly skipped out of the building.
When we got home, he ran into the house ahead of me. "Mom! Mom! I got it!" he shouted.
"Yay!" she cheered. "I knew you would!" She pulled his face down to hers to kiss his forehead. "I'm very proud of you."
"What are you doing in here?" I asked, looking at the half done cake on the counter. Anthony's name was written on the bottom of it, but that was the only thing it said.
"We are celebrating A.J.'s big accomplishment!" she said, picking up the bag of icing and piping "congratulations" above Anthony's name.
"What if I'd failed!" Anthony said, the corner of his mouth turning up just a little. "I'd feel even worse because you'd made me a cake for me!"
"Nah. I was positive you would pass," she said confidently. "But if you hadn't," she quickly added as she set the finished cake in the center of the kitchen table, "then you'd especiallyneed some cake. It just would have said something different."
"What would that be?" I wondered.
She answered right away, obviously having given this some thought. "Better luck next time."
We all sat at the table and enjoyed the freshly baked, moist chocolate cake together.
"A.J., you should drive me somewhere," Asa said. "Let's go pick up a pizza!"
"Oh, no. He's not driving anybody anywhere just yet. Let's give him a little while to get used to driving by himself before he has any passengers," Ness said.
Once everybody was all sugared up, Anthony got on the computer to share his news with the Cullens. When he got online, Alice was already on Skype. The image popped up on the screen, the entire family was gathered around the computer.
"You better not have said anything!" Anthony said to Alice.
"I didn't! I just said you have a little announcement," she promised.
"I know, too. But I didn't speak a word either," Edward said, grinning sideways at Bella.
"Hush Edward!" Bella scolded him. "We all know that you know everything!" She rolled her eyes, and her laughed at her.
"Hush all of you!" Rosalie said.
"Go ahead, Anthony," Esme said, poking her head out from behind Emmett's massive frame.
"Okay, here's my announcement," he said, and held his license up to the web cam. Everybody cheered for him. Emmett made loud whooping noises and shook Gabriel by the shoulders, Bella squealed and threw her hands in the air.
"Wonderful, Anthony," Edward said over the chaos. "We're so glad for you."
"Congratulations, angel!" Esme said.
After he chatted with them for a little while, he decided he wanted to drive somewhere. He just didn't know where he wanted to go.
"I'm sure grandpa would love to hear your news, too," Ness said.
"Yes! Let's go. You wanna come Dad? Even though I am a fully licensed driver and don't need you to," he happily reminded me.
"I'm in. Let's blow this popsicle stand."
Outside, I told Anthony he could drive the rabbit.
"Aw, I can't drive your nice car?"
"Nope."
"When can I drive something nicer?" he asked.
"When you're twenty."
"Dang, you're so lame," he joked.
"I'm your Dad, I'm supposed to be lame," I informed him with a smirk.
Ness came flying out of the house then, camera in hand. "Wait!" she cried.
Ness took pictures of Anthony standing next to the car, of both of us standing next to the car, and a few of us in the car from every possible angle.
As we pulled out of the driveway, with Ness watching and still snapping away, Anthony was grinning like a fool.
He did a fantastic job, he payed attention to what he was doing, used his turn signals and all of that. His senses were so much stronger then any other teenager, I knew he'd be fine on his own.
"Dad?" he said as he slowed to a stop at a red light.
"Yeah?"
"Can I say something about Seth?" he asked.
I groaned inwardly.
"Sure. You can say whatever you want, buddy."
"I think he might be in love with Mollie now."
I groaned out loud this time. "I think you might be right."
He waited a few beats.
"What's gonna happen now?" he wondered.
"Your mom and I will have to talk about it, but I think she might have a little more maturing to do before she's ready for that kind of intense relationship."
Anthony nodded, keeping his eyes on the road, and we left it at that.
Mollie was about to start school, and her life with Seth. She'd be juggling family, school, and Seth. She'd only have so much time, something was going to suffer. Ness and I wouldn't let it be her studies, and Mollie wouldn't let it be Seth.
I'd kept Ness away from home so much when she was that age.
It wasn't that it was Seth, it was that it was Mollie. She was my littlest girl, and soon I knew I'd hardly even get to see her anymore.
I was glad to have something else to think about once we reached Dad's house.
"Hey look," I said, pointing as Charlie's cruiser, parked in Dad's driveway came into view.
"Grandpa Charlie!" Anthony said. "Where should I park?"
"Just park on the other side of the driveway so Charlie has room to get out."
Anthony hurriedly put the car in park, and like before, he ran ahead of me into the house, letting himself in.
"Isn't this a nice surprise!" Dad said.
"Hey, boys," Charlie greeted us.
"What are you two up to today?" Dad asked.
Anthony whipped out his wallet, and proudly showed off his license. "Look at what I got today!"
"Wow!" Charlie said.
Dad applauded him. "That's great, did you drive over here?"
"Yup!"
"How did he do?" Dad asked.
"Great, he's a pretty good driver."
A.J. beamed.
"Watch those speed limits, don't think I won't pull you over if I see you tearing up and down the road," Charlie warned.
"I know," Anthony said.
"Stay off the phone, too," he added.
"I know, I know."
Charlie probably would pull him over, but only to scare him. It was highly unlikely Anthony would ever disobey traffic laws. Even if he did, I doubted Charlie would ever write him a ticket.
We sat with them, and watched a little of the game that was on.
"Have you talked to Bells much?" Charlie asked me.
"Oh, yeah. We did just before we came. One of us talks to her pretty much every day," I said.
"Good. She seems to like it out there, nice and quiet she said. Long as she's happy," he said. His mustache twitched, and he took a sip of his beer.
I miss her too, I thought. But there's always Skype, so I still got to see her smiling face all the time.
"Edward still treating her all right then?" Charlie said.
I snickered. "I guess so."
"Don't you guys like him?" Anthony asked.
"We like him just fine," Charlie assured him. "We just tease him a little bit sometimes."
"But he's not even here," Anthony pointed out.
I shrugged again. "Still funny." Old habits die hard. "But don't tell your Mom."
When we got home, Ness was just finishing up another culinary masterpiece. She'd gotten a panini maker, and it was downright adorable how obsessed with it she'd become. She'd even gotten a second one so that eight sandwiches could be grilled at the same time.
"Everybody can put their own sandwich together, and I just throw it on there!" she'd said gleefully.
We had those for dinner, plus her tasty homemade wedding soup. It was perfect, as always.
She told me she didn't need any help cleaning up the kitchen when I offered. Instead I watched her from the living room in a way that would have been a little creepy if we weren't soul mates and all.
Her ass looked incredible in those jeans. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her, she busted me and blushed. I just grinned at her.
There was still an excitement in the air from Anthony's big day, but my mind was elsewhere by that point.
At bedtime, I was waiting for her. I was naked and ready for her, sitting up in our bed.
"Hold your horses, I need to take a shower," she said, walking right past me with a smug look on her face.
"You better make it quick, or I'm coming in there," I threatened. She knew I would, too.
She ignored me, besides the little giggle that escaped her lips.
The waiting was torture. It was a struggle not to touch myself.
When she opened the bathroom door, she stood there looking like a sex kitten, totally naked in the doorway.
"Wanna play a game?" she asked seductively.
"Hmm...okay," I said.
I watched her closely as she walked to her closet, where we kept hidden away our little box of toys.
Okay, it's not that little.
She could be getting anything. We had developed quite a collection of vibrators that I absolutely loved using on her. It could be one of those. She's taking so long! Maybe she's getting out the sex swing.
When the kids were little we used to keep that stuff locked up like they were loaded firearms. Now we just made sure it was out of sight. There was a time long ago and far away when going though Nessie's stuff was a hobby for Swan. But now that they all were older, if they went snooping where they knew they shouldn't, they sort of deserved to find out things they didn't want to know.
Ness came back with the two silk scarves, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
I'd tied her up a few times, but she'd never asked to do it to me before.
"What do you think?" she asked softly.
I nodded my head.
She slowly approached the side of the bed. "Get flat on your back, and put your arms out," she said.
I obeyed.
My heart thudded so loud it was almost embarrassing as she tied my wrists to the headboard.
Obviously we could untie ourselves in about two seconds, we'd had this conversation before. That wasn't the point of it. The point was trusting, and giving ourselves to each other.
She climbed on top of me, and sat on my thighs, so close to where I wanted her to be. She spread her pretty little hands out on my chest, and ran them across it, moving to my restrained arms, then back down my sides.
After a lot of gentle touching, she finally wrapped her hand around me, by that point I was so hard that it hurt. She stroked me slowly, her face so close I could feel her breath on me.
"Oh, please use your mouth on me."
"Like this?" she asked, having heard me with her gift. She placed kisses that were far too soft up and down my length, keeping her lips together.
"Close. Not exactly, but I'll take it," I teased.
She chuckled and lifted her head.
Damn.
She sat up, and repositioned herself further up on my thighs then she'd been sitting before. She leaned down, causing my hardness to press into her soft stomach. I raised up, dying for a little friction.
"Ah, ah, ah!" she admonished me, waving her finger. "Be good." She pushed my hips back down, keeping me in place.
She snaked up my body, dragging her breasts along my skin until they were in front of my face, just out of my reach. I looked up at her, opening my mouth, asking. She moved closer, but still not close enough. I craned my neck and stuck out my tongue, reaching for her. She held her breast in her hand, offering it to me. She was only close enough that I could reach with the tip of my tongue. I flicked it at her nipple, tasting her as much as she'd let me. When she gave me more, I sucked at her breast greedily, moaning even more then she was.
I was thrilled when she offered me the other one, putting her hands behind my head and pressing herself into me. She tasted, and smelled, so clean and delicious.
She pulled away abruptly, leaving me with my tongue still hanging out of my mouth. I was disappointed, until she scooted up my body, and I realized what she was going to do.
With her knees on either side of my head, she lowered herself so that, again, she was just out of reach. I could smell her arousal and it was driving me crazy.
"Please let me," I begged in a hoarse whisper.
"Not yet," she whispered back. "Keep your tongue in your mouth," she ordered.
She lowered herself further, down onto my face. I did as I'd been told and kept my tongue to myself, but she let me kiss her. I kissed her everywhere I could reach. It was when I started to suck that she stopped me.
"No, no," she said, looking down at me with an evil grin.
"Please," I said.
"Please, what?" she cooed.
"Let me make you feel good. Oh, God. I love you so much," I said, pleading with her. "Open wider for me," I requested, kissing her inner thigh.
When she lowered herself onto my face and said, "Go ahead," I was so grateful I could have cried.
I lapped at her hungrily, before slipping my tongue between her folds to find her clit. I could feel her shudder when I made contact with it. She parted herself with her fingers, giving me better access to suck the swollen little bud into my mouth. She put her other hand behind my head, firmly holding me there.
"Yes, yes," I could hear her saying above me, over and over.
I gave her as much pleasure as I possibly could using just my mouth, just what she'd let me.
She fucking owns me right now, and I don't care.
Actually, I like it.
She gave me a little squeeze with her thighs. I loved being totally surrounded by her. I turned my head just a little and nipped at her flesh. I got even harder then I already was, hoping she might have a little mark on her inner thigh tomorrow thanks to me. She pulled at my hair and yelped, but in a good way.
I could tell when she was going to come, I'd have begged her to if I could have talked. I wanted her to so much.
As her orgasm ripped through her body, I scraped her with my teeth. She cursed loudly and pulled at my hair again.
I kept on kissing her, feeling her tremors begin to subside.
"I love it when you pull my hair," I said from underneath her.
"I know," she gasped, as she shuttered one final time. She sat back on my chest, her sex still right in my line of vision. I watched her close her eyes as she caught her breath.
"Get on, baby," I said, raising my hips.
While you're still nice and sensitive, I thought.
"Let me make you come again."
She got on all fours above me, and lined herself up with me. She wiped my mouth with her hand, using more pressure that was needed, making me moan into her hand.
"I saw you looking at...my ass after dinner," she panted.
"I know, I can't help it."
"Do you want it," she asked, stroking my face.
"Oh, sweetie. Yes."
This was usually only a birthdays and anniversary thing, But every once in a while...
Ness thought if we did it too often it wouldn't be as special, as exciting. I knew she was right. She's a smart cookie.
She reached over me to get the secret stash of lube from the drawer in my night table. I took advantage of her breasts in my face and nuzzled them, humming softly.
Sitting back down on my thighs, she drizzled some of the lube directly onto me, and squirted some more onto her hands. She rubbed them together, then coated me with the slippery, familiar substance.
She was very thorough.
"Want me to turn around so you can see better?" she murmured.
'Yeah," I breathed.
She gave me a quick, hard kiss, and spun around. She rose, and reached behind herself. Once she'd lined us up, she slowly sank back down. I watched, fascinated at the way I disappeared inside of her. She leaned forward, I felt her hands on my knees as she rose up and down. She let out her breath in a huff.
"Yes, Jacob."
I couldn't stand watching her amazing ass come down on me over and over again, and not being able to grab it.
I need to touch you.
"Yes", she said again.
I didn't wait for further permission, and slipped out of the scarves. I put my hands, fingers spread and palms up, right underneath her, loving the sound it made when she hit them. I squeezed her hard, she let out a shaky moan.
By now, she was leaned down so far that she was holding onto my ankles. Her back was in such a beautiful arch, I sat up and ran my hands all over her smooth skin. I ran them all over her shapely legs as they were bent underneath her, feeling them working hard as she rode me.
I wrapped my arms around her rib cage loosely, allowing her to keep moving, and bent down a little to whisper in her ear.
"Oh God, Ness. You feel so good."
The response was a long, deep moan. "I love you...so much," she said.
"I love you," I responded automatically.
When she started to move faster, I reached for her breasts. I kneaded them, enjoying the way they perfectly filled my hands.
"Lean back a little bit, baby," I requested softly. "Let me hold you."
When she did, I felt the thin sheen of sweat between my chest and her back. She threw her arm behind my neck, draping it across my shoulders. I watched her face as she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a high pitched cry.
I encouraged her as she bounced. I knew she was close, and I was ready whenever she was.
I pulled at her nipples hard to get her there. I knew where her limit was, I took her right to the edge of it. She came and shouted something unintelligible, something that she'd tried to make into words but wasn't quite able to. I let go too, achieving total bliss.
I had to laugh at the way she flopped off of me, and onto her side, totally worn out.
"Tired, my love?" I asked.
"Mmm hmm," she said.
"Me too." I snuggled up to her, spooning her, and showered her shoulder and upper back with kisses. She sighed with contentment, which made me smile.
"Fuck, that was awesome," I said.
"That dirty mouth!" she teased.
"You have a dirty mind," I countered.
"You like it."
"I know," I admitted.
"Speaking of dirty, since I was out in the garden with Asa today, I did need that shower. But now I need another one," she mumbled.
"I'll take one with you in the morning," I promised, holding her closer.
"Sounds good to me," she said, then added, "Next time I'm not gonna be so nice and let you untie yourself like that. I'd make an awful dominatrix ."
I laughed, picturing her in a leather corset, wearing thigh high boots, lots of dark makeup and cracking a whip. She'd look hot, but that just wasn't her. That just wasn't us. Getting tied up with silk scarves was plenty.
"That's okay. I like you just the way you are," I assured her.
I love being surrounded by her in this way, too. I could still taste her on my tongue. I could feel her warm body, fitting so perfectly against mine, and the deep even breaths she took as she slept. I buried my nose in her sweet smelling hair. It smelled like her shampoo, and us. As I fell asleep, I thought about how pretty she looked in the sunlight when it made her long curls shine with just a touch of red.

A/N: So, everybody had an awesome day all around lol. Better not think about that when you're phased, Jake!
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