THERE ARE SPOILERS AHEAD! You've been warned, my darlings.
Full Summary: Nahuel and Jacob realize that they both love Renesmee. Jacob imprinted, that means his claim is more legitimate... right? Renesmee is the only other half-blood that Nahuel isn't related to. He feels that makes her his. Who will she choose?
This story is told in Renesmee's point of view. Remember, a half-blood reaches full maturity at age seven.
I stood in the hallway of the family house, looking at myself in the mirror. I examined my pale face. I mostly looked like my dad. Seven years ago today, I burst out of my mother's stomach. It wasn't a particularly pleasant memory for either of us. Sometimes having a perfect memory was a little burdensome.
I looked at my long, curly brown hair. It fell to just above my waist and I didn't think I was ever going to cut it. It reminded me of my grandpa. His hair was curly, and there was still some brown mixed in with the gray. He was waiting downstairs with the rest of the family.
I didn't feel any different after reaching the end of my growth cycle. I felt exactly the same as I did yesterday. Maybe I was hoping I'd stop growing with a bang. A three inch growth sport, perhaps. I just didn't expect the end to be so uneventful.
I shrugged and skipped down the stairs. Everyone was waiting on me.
"Happy seventh birthday, Renesmee!" cheered my family as soon as I was in sight. They were all circled around the coffee table.
I looked at the faces around the table. My mom and dad were the most excited. They couldn't believe I was already a full grown adult. People seven years old were usually just beginning to learn multiplication, not their tenth language.
Aunt Rose, Esme, and Auntie Alice had the exact same look on their face. If they could cry, they would be. I smiled hugely at them, assuring them that I was exactly the same as I was the day before. I didn't even look any different.
Charlie was confused, as usual. He was on a need to know basis, and according to him, he didn't need to know that I was half vampire. He didn't need to know why I grew up so quickly. He didn't need to know why my parents never aged.
I sat in the only free space left. On the ground, right in front of the coffee table.
Jasper and Carlisle were smiling, their teeth glinting in the light overhead. Jasper whispered something to Carlisle and he laughed loudly.
Emmett was patting my dad, Edward, on the back. "She's all grown up!" he exclaimed.
"Time to beat the boys off with a stick... or club... or any other blunt object I happen to have in my hands at the moment," said Edward, eying the two people sitting beside me.
Jacob, on my left, had been my best friend ever since I was born. There was not a day that went by when he was not with me. I didn't think the fact that he was a werewolf was strange at all. The fact that he towered over my entire family, not unusual in the slightest. It was just how things were. In fact, I thought he was the funniest when he was in his werewolf form. I touched his neck.
"Jacob, quit that!" I laughed, swatting at his tail. I was physically six years old at the time. We were in the small front yard of the cottage.
Jacob growled playfully and swished his tail in my face again. It tickled my nose and I sneezed.
I took my hand off of his neck and grinned. It was just a little memory. I liked the happy little memories. Jacob beamed down at me and squeezed my shoulder.
I looked to Nahuel on my right. He was my other best friend. He'd been with us since I was just a little girl, and he was the only other half-blood I'd ever met. Talking to him was just so interesting. We could speak for hours about the strangest things. I pressed my palm against his cheek.
"Are you kidding me? Spaghetti is so unappetizing," Nahuel urged. We were sitting on the couch, surrounded by our family. They were much to into our conversation about food then they ought to be. They didn't even eat it!
"I don't think it's that bad. I'm not saying I'd have seconds, but I still think it's better than some of the other human food out there," I countered.
Nahuel shook his head. "I'd rather eat chocolate than eat spaghetti." Chocolate was the single most revolting food for the both of us. We had no idea why. Even thinking about it made me sick.
"I bet-" started Emmett.
"I'm not betting with you anymore, Emmett. I've learned that lesson," said Nahuel quickly.
"Way to ruin all my fun," muttered Emmett.
I removed my hand from Nahuel's cheek. He laughed quietly and patted my leg.
"You're so overprotective, Daddy," I laughed, glancing back at my dad.
He reached across the table and took my face in his hands. "I have to be. With such a pretty face, it's a wonder the boys aren't pouncing on you."
"That sounds like permission," said Jake, raising an eyebrow.
"Don't you dar-" I said. I was interrupted when Jake tackled me.
"Oh!" laughed Emmett. "I wouldn't have done that if I were you."
I pushed Jacob off and grinned wickedly. "Do you really want to play this game?" I asked. I shifted into a crouch.
"If you phase in this house, Jacob Black," warned Esme.
He crossed his arms and glared at me. "You are going to get it when you're not expecting it, Nessie."
"Ooh, I'm so scared," I replied, rolling my eyes.
I sat back in my spot on the ground. Nahuel put his arm around me. "I'll watch out for you," he said in a stage whisper. My dad and Jacob growled simultaneously.
"Oh, you hush," I said to the both of them.
Hours later, when we were well into the night, I felt my eyes start to droop. It had been a night of some partying, that was for sure. You've never had a party until you've had one with vampires.
"Tired?" asked my mom.
I nodded. "Just a bit." It was a bit annoying to be one of the only people I knew that slept.
"Well, we're going home. We'll see you there whenever you decide to go to sleep," she said. She took my dad's hand and the both of them exited through the back door.
Jacob yawned loudly.
I frowned at him. "Go home, Jake."
"No, I'm fine," he said, muffling his next yawn with his hand.
"Oh, just go," I sighed, pushing his shoulder.
"Fine, fine," he said, standing up. He stretched, making him look much larger than he was. He helped me to my feet.
"Bye, Jake," I said, wrapping my arms around his torso.
He hugged me back, his arms winding their way around me. "Happy birthday, Renesmee," he said. He kissed the top of my head.
After he left, Nahuel offered to walk me home. It was our routine.
We said our goodbyes and ducked out the back door. As soon as we leaped over the creek, a huge wolf loped through the trees.
I gasped. "Leah, you scared me!"
Leah was the one of the two werewolves I knew besides Jacob. Her brother, Seth, was the only other one I knew about. He decided to quit as soon as he could after the Volturi decided not to attack us. He took the advice of Jacob and Leah, and decided to finish high school and college. I knew there were others out there, but Jake said I didn't need to meet them, so I never did.
She growled playfully and bounded back through the trees. She didn't phase back to human when she was in front of Nahuel. I didn't think of her as the shy type, but if I was her I wouldn't want to be naked in front of him either.
We continued our trip to the cottage, but I saw that he was slowing down sooner than we usually did.
"What is it?" I asked, skidding to a stop.
He heaved a sigh and picked up my hand. He always played with my hands when something was bothering him.
"Renesmee, I... I don't know how to tell you what I'm thinking right now. It's hard to put into words," he said, looking at everything but me.
I took his face in my free hand and forced him to look at me. "Just tell me what you're thinking."
He hesitated again. "Would it be alright if I showed you?"
"I-I suppose," I replied. I didn't know where he was going with that.
He cupped my face in his hands and brought my face to his.