Life As The Psychopath's Girl // Twilight And TVD Crossover

Bonus #7

For years, Renesmee had managed to viesel her way out of visiting. She'd call him months before Thanksgiving just to make sure she'd be the one to invite him and his family over to dinner before he got the chance to do it first.

And it worked.

For a while, at least.

"You have to come this year," he had told her over the phone, "Leah's already positive you think we'll give you fleas."

"If I was afraid of your little bugs, I wouldn't be inviting you guys over," she had denied, but neither Jacob nor his rather strict wife Leah would budge.

The Mikaelson - Parker family was forced to spend Thanksgiving in La Push. Which is, inconveniently, right next to Forks. The chances of not bumping into the Cullens were slim - we just have to stay in La Push and we'll be good.

"Oof," said Kai as he opened the car door for the kids, waiting as they - one by one - hopped out. "Car's getting too small for us, huh, pal?" Hope was the one to step out last, thighs aching from the pressure of Faith's weight on her. "This whole ride was the definition of unsafe, pal."

He waved his hand in a dismissive manner as she rolled her eyes. "Speaking as if we're not all supernatural."

Renesmee ignored their quarrel as she tried to restrain her offspring. She signaled Noah to hurry after Grace, who was already halfway to the closest house - she, of course, didn't know whether that was where they were headed, she was just running off like a headless chicken - but Renesmee knew. That was the newest-looking house around, and she failed to place it in her memory. The last time she was here, it had not been built yet.

Jacob had located it right across from his dad's house - not quite there, but still close to home, how nice. Renesmee wished she got the chance to do the same with her father.

Rustle was heard from the house just as Renesmee grabbed hold of Faith, who was just about to wander off into the woods, and the door burst open.

"Hi, munchkin!" A bulky boy ran down the porch and picked Grace up, twirling her into the air. The little girl burst into a fit of giggles.

"Auntie Rennie, finally."

It felt strange - hearing that childish, sweet nickname come from a boy that was, in no way, no longer a boy. Ephraim had grown taller since the autumn before, gotten bulkier. Even his voice had changed, went deeper. Gone were the chubby cheeks, and suddenly, appeared a sharp jawline - but the same, pearly-white cheerful smile remained. Had it been puberty to blame, or had he experienced his first shift sometime in the last year, Renesmee wasn't sure.

She allowed herself just a moment of nostalgia - how fast had he grown up? And Hope, too. They were close in age, only months away from each other.

Warm welcomes were over quickly after Jacob and Leah followed their son and his yelling outside, and in no time, all were trying to fit into the Black family house dining room. The food had already been on the table, piles upon piles of holiday treats.

Renesmee and Jacob had only managed a short hug in the mayhem that were the hasty greetings outside, and as she sat across from him, watching him cut the turkey with the help of her husband - Renesmee felt something tug at her chest.