More Than My Own Life (Twilight Fanfiction)

Panic Attack

Carlisle's POV

I opened the door and smiled. "Hello, Jacob. How are you?" He pushed past me, but not in an attempt to be rude. He was obviously excited, thrilled. "Is it true, is she here? Oh, please tell me she's here!"

I chuckled at his excitement. "Yes, she is here. In fact, she is in her bedroom right now." Jacob was jumping with excitement, his grin growing larger by the moment. I was happy that my granddaughter would have him. They truly deserve each other.

I led Jacob to the kitchen. Esme must have known he was coming because the counter was lined with food. Eggs, bacon, sausages, hash browns, muffins... She must have been baking all night. My wife was a maternal person by nature and her kindness had been extended out to the pack years ago. Especially Jacob, who had been devastated after Renesmee's disappearance. Esme had been the one who had made sure Jacob stayed in health, assuring that he got up in the mornings, was clothed, bathed and fed. Looking at my wife now, she was staring at Jacob and utter happiness. This was the first time he had smiled in so long.

Suddenly, we heard loud footsteps thumping down the stairs. Renesmee came flying into the room. While she wore a clean shirt, no doubt the work of my wife, her hair was still tangled and dirt covered her face and arms. None of us knew exactly what had happened last night but I had convinced my family that Renesmee would tell us when she was ready.

Renesmee stayed frozen in the doorway, looking at all of us. I noticed that her gaze stopped on Jacob and wondered if she remembered anything about him... About her last moments of being a Cullen all those years ago. Evidently, Esme was thinking the same thing because she said, "Renesmee, this is Jacob. He is... Family."

Renesmee began moving again, darting to the sink and sparing Jacob a hurried greeting. We all watched her in confusion. While I was happy that she seemed to be comfortable enough to go through our kitchen, I knew that this was simply not the case. She wasn't comfortable, not at all, and she had made that very clear. We all watched in confusion, shock, and is guilty as I am to admit, suspicion.

As she grabbed the garbage bag and ran out, Emmett tried to lighten the mood by joking, "geez, are you hiding a body?" While we did not expect Renesmee to laugh, her response was rather eerie. She froze for half a second, her eyes widening. She shivered as she ran out the door. I frowned at her signs of nervousness and evasiveness. As she ran out, her shirt lifted slightly and I noticed slight bruising on the exposed skin. My earlier conversation with my wife came back to me.

"Renesmee!" I called. She turned towards me and I coughed politely, a professional move I learned many years ago.

"Esme told me that you acquired a few injuries. I will call you to my office around noon to check you out." She gave me a look of anger that I recognized instantly as a secondary emotion. She was using her anger to try and hide her fear. It was a look I was given often due to my position at the hospital. Her fists were clenched as she stomped up the stairs, muttering a, "screw off" that I was well aware we were not supposed to hear. Emmett laughed, nonetheless. I would prove to her that she needn't fear me.

We were all confused about Renesmee's odd Behavior. Bella got up and made her way to Renesmee's room. I began to stand, willing to interfere is Bella was going to question Renesmee. I sat back down, however, when I heard her offering Renesmee breakfast.

Bella came back down the stairs and sat on Edwards lap. She smiled at him and rested her head against his shoulder. Jacob began to inhale his food and Esme lightly tapped his head. She shook her head with an amused smile and handed him a fork. He grinned through his mouth full of eggs. Rosalie made a face.