His Golden Haze Part I

I Wanna Be Yours

Chapter 12: I Wanna Be Yours

Jacob POV:

No words could explain how much I am in love with Renesmee. I am more than ready to spend an eternity with her. Christmas couldn't come any faster.

Nessie and the rest of the Cullens were going to be here in a few days. Bella and Edward are allowing Ness stay at my place for three out of the seven days they were all staying there.

Rebecca and her family settled into their new home and Paul and the rest of the pack along 

with me, practically lived in the "man cave". I had no complaints over that at all, I could use a break from my nephews daily temper tantrums.

I am also happy to know that Rachel and Paul got engaged. Paul irritated me to no end, but I know he wouldn't ever disrespect Rach. Becca was incredibly excited about helping her twin plan for her wedding and they already decided that Blake and Abe would be the ring bearers.

I wondered if Nessie would be as excited about planning our wedding as my goofy sisters are. She has her crazy aunts to help her with it, so I had no doubt that planning a wedding of ours would be a breeze.

But all I could picture were Nessie's lips against mine, her fingernails raking my back, and my hands grabbing that soft ass of her's. She couldn't get here any faster.

Nessie told me that she was packing her guitar and she told me to tune mine's and learn 'The Moon Song' by Karen O and Ezra Koenig. It was a beautiful tune that reminded me so much of us.

I felt lost in my daze until I had an unwarranted stinging sensation in my right ear and I quickly snapped out of it. Only to notice that my pain in the ass sister, Rachel was pinching my ear.

"Ow ow ow!" I swatted her hand, "That's not the way to get my attention!"

"You think I didn't try to get it?" she yelled at me as she let me loose, "I asked you one question! Just one and you can't manage to answer it, but you answer to that dick of yours!"

I gasped and looked down to see a tent forming in pair of sweatpants. Jesus, did I have a boner thinking about Renesmee?! I understand Rachel's anger now, but what I felt more now was pure embarrassment. I snatched a pillow from the couch and covered my crotch with it.

"Crap!" I hissed.

"Yeah! Crap is more like it sounds like!" Rach folded her arms, "Now since you thought it was okay to fantasize about my future sister-in-law while I asked you about Dad's medicine, you can fold the damn laundry all by yourself!"

Is she PMSing? Rach has been acting insane for these past few months starting with eating chili sauce on her eggs to crying about Paul phasing. It was really strange, even for her and to top it all off Becca had the smuggest look on her face. They were definitely up to something.

While Rachel was storming off, I couldn't help but notice that she was wearing one of my black t-shirts that were way too big for her.