Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Twilight

Authors note: I have a bit of writers block for most of my stories so I decided to see if I could cure it with one-shots…

Anyway, I thought I'd try a bit of Jacob/Nessie because I haven't based a story on that yet…

Meant to be

Jacob's POV

Here I sit at Edward and Bella's cottage watching the beautiful girl across from me eating her lunch just like I was. Nessie was now 16 years-old. She had her sixteenth birthday a few weeks ago although she's looked that age for nearly a decade. I can still remember when she was first born, when she was only a few months old but looked roughly the same age as a five year old. She grew up extremely fast, both physically and mentally and sometimes I do miss the little girl Nessie that I used to know but now, well now she is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.

I propped my elbow on the table and placed my head in my hand as I glanced up at her, in what I hoped was sly movements. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful, I thought as a small smile spread across my face.

My thoughts were broken by someone clearing their throat. A certain vampire in particular who just happens to have the gift to read minds and whose daughter is the object of my current thoughts.

Crap…focus on my food. Bacon roll, bacon…bacon, bacon, bacon

At that moment I was more grateful than ever that my thoughts had been decent towards her. If they hadn't been I certainly wouldn't be here right now. I dropped my gaze to my food, glancing up at Edward who sat on one side of the dining table, as Nessie and I sat opposite each other, reading a paper that was spread out in front of him.

Hey, grandpa. Anything good in the paper? I thought to him with a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. He really did remind me of that even if he did look like a seventeen year old. I realised a couple of years ago that calling him by that nickname annoyed him quite a lot which was always amusing for me. He shot me a glare then turned his eyes back to the paper in front of him.

Nessie's POV

I sat across from Jacob picking at my food in front of me absent-mindedly. I mean really, how could I be expected to concentrate on anything with him sitting across from me? His midnight black hair...dark eyes and dark skin…not to mention his muscled torso…I could sit and stare at him all day…I sighed softly as my thoughts continued.

"Nessie." I was broken from my wonderful thoughts from my dad saying my name and he had a slightly pained look on his face. Oops.

Jake glanced up at me before I had a chance to look away and I felt a blush heat up my cheeks at being caught staring at him. I turned my attention to my food as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Apart from Jake…I thought before I could stop myself and the blush on my cheeks darkened. That's one thing I hate about my human genes; my blush gives me away so easily. It can be a right pain sometimes.

Bacon, bacon. Yummy, yummy bacon. I sang in my thoughts, trying to distract myself but my attempt at it was failing badly. How am I supposed to not think about Jake? He's kind, generous, wonderful, my best friend and I love him. What else is supposed to occupy my thoughts apart from the man I want to spend the rest of my life, the rest of eternity, with?

Edward's POV

Why do I torture myself like this, sitting through the thoughts of my daughter and my future son-in-law? Sure, they're certainly not indecent thoughts because if they were then either Jacob would no longer be alive or I would be currently running as far from here as I possible could. Those particular thoughts are something I never want to hear from my daughters mind.

No matter how much I dislike the idea of them being together I can't stop it from happening, not that I would want to anyway. The most important thing to me, besides Bella, is Renéesme and her happiness and if that happiness includes Jacob Black then I just have to live with it.

A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as both their thoughts entered my mind as they tried to distract themselves, unsuccessfully.

Bacon, bacon, bacon

Bacon, bacon. Yummy, yummy bacon

They both chanted repeatedly in their minds. It was sometimes scary how similar their thoughts sometimes were. They really were meant to be together.

A/N: Very short, I know…I just thought it was fluffy and deserved to be written…I'm just going to work on the chapters of my other stories but I doubt I'll be able to update any of them tonight. Sorry!

Thanks for reading!