Jake and Nessie One-Shots

Second Choice?

Jacob's point of view

"Renesmee, will you please tell me what's wrong, baby?" I asked for what seemed like the millionth time this week.

Nessie has been moping around ever since Monday morning. At first I brushed it off, I figured she would tell me what was bothering her when she was ready to, but now it's Sunday and she hasn't told me anything. I mean, every time I ask her what's the matter she just says nothing's wrong, that she's fine. But she's not fine, I can tell. Has she forgotten that I can read her like a book? If you can't tell her not talking to me is driving me crazy. I have to know what's wrong.

"Nessie, please, whatever that's bothering you, we can get through it together, just tell me what it is. And don't dare tell me it's nothing, that you're fine, because I know that would be a lie. I know something is upsetting you," I pleaded, sitting down on the couch beside her.

Renesmee's point of view

Should I tell him? I can't say I'm fine anymore. He can see right through me. I thought I was doing a good job at hiding my feelings, but I guess not. What if I tell him and it erupts into a fight?

I know this is going to sound weird and "Uncouple Like" but Jacob and I have never fought before, and I don't want this to be our first fight.

However, I know that he's not going to let this go.

I took a deep breath before speaking, "Okay, promise me this won't result in an argument and or a fight between us." I tried to hide the nervousness in my voice, but I knew I probably failed.

Jacob's point of view

"It won't babe. I promise."

Or, at least I hope it won't...

Renesmee's point of view

"This is stupid, I know it is, but I can't shake this feeling that I have."

"What feeling?" Jake asked, looking confused.

"The feeling that you only chose me because you couldn't have my mother," I told him, ashamed.

"What? No, Nessie. I imprinted on you. I didn't imprint on Bella."

"Yeah, but if you could've you would've, right?"

No, not exactly. Yes, I loved your mother, but she was and is in love with your father, and plus when you were born, I felt this connection with you that I didn't feel with your mother."

"Are you sure?" I asked, studying his face.

"Yes, I am a hundred percent sure," he said, grabbing my hand. "Renesmee Cullen, you are and forever will be the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with."

Hearing him say those words made my heart swell. In that moment, all I could do was kiss him.

"If you ever feel this way again, please, don't hold it in. Come and talk to me. Remember, we are in this together," he said as he pulled away from the kiss, but still left our foreheads touching.

"I love you, Jacob black," I smiled,

"And I love you, Renesmee Cullen." He returned the smile.