Renesmee snuggled into the couch in the cottage she shared with Jacob. It had been hours since they'd finished packing, and they were completely ready for the trip. Jacob was sitting next to her, his long, russet arm wrapped around the woman he would marry. She looked up into her love's eyes. They were dark, and clouded with tiredness.
"Honey, you should go to sleep," she cautioned in her wind chime voice. He shook his head.
"I'm not tired," he yawned. Renesmee laughed. "Seriously," he told her, sitting up and taking a sip of the coffee he had placed on the table in front of him. His fiancée mimicked his actions, only she was drinking a steaming mug of panther's blood- her favorite. Jacob wrinkled his nose playfully. "Hope I don't get these confused," he laughed. Renesmee grinned.
"Me too. That stuff smells disgusting!" she cried, gesturing towards his now half-filled coffee mug. Jacob chortled. Then, he quieted, cupping Renesmee's face in his overlarge hand.
"I'm so glad I found you," he said quietly. Renesmee instantly became serious.
"Me too," she answered, slightly anticlimactically. Jacob smiled.
"It was so hard being around Bella, but now…" he trailed off, tracing the curve of Renesmee's lips. However, she immediately jerked away.
"Is that why you're marrying me?" she asked acidly, taken aback. "You're just trying to get over my mom?" She was horrified as well as angry.
"No, wait, that's not what I meant!" he fumbled, trying to fix his mistake. "I didn't mean- I'm not…" His hands were held open towards her, pleading, begging. But she just stared back coldly.
"I can't believe this!" she exclaimed, storming towards the door.
"Ness, wait!" cried Jacob, but it was too late. She had already sprinted off into the dark night.