RENESMEE'S P.O.V
4 months later.
Looking back at the past four months, I realise how lucky I've been, and how my luck should never be taken for granted.
In the least modest way, my life is perfect, I have everything I could ever need, let alone want.
Jacob and I have now been dating for five months, no problems or arguments have affected us. We have been out on seven or eight dates together, being young stat crossed lovers for everybody in public to see. Whenever we pass people, someone would always look at us in awe, or coo at us, or admire our good looks.
Not to sugarcoat it but Jacob and I do look good together. Alexia compares us to 'fire and ice'. Meaning, Jake's toned skin, warm blood and dark hair; and my pale skin, cool blood and bronze ringlets.
I like the reference, fire and ice most definitely describes us.
Opposites attract, not even who we are can stop us from who we love.
We have been practising our mind telepathy, now we can hear each other's thoughts without touching. It's not like daddy's gift, we can 'tune' into each others thoughts only. Daddy constantly hears everyones thoughts like they're having a conversation with him out loud.
The odd thing about the gift is that I can't read anyone else's mind, only Jacob's. I'm proud of our bond, nobody else has experienced this with their imprints before.
Whenever Jake is on patrol we would 'talk', thus causing the pack who can hear his thoughts, to gross out. I find it funny though, they think we're to mushy but they're hypocrites.
Hearing the guys' voices through Jake's mind is exciting, it's a confusing concept but in the end we can all hear each other's logic.
There has been no danger on La Push or Forks so we normally end up playing 'mental Rock, Paper, Scissors' or 'tic tac toe' or just talking.
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Daddy and I press the ending keys together in sync as my lullaby comes to an end. It has been a while since him and I have played piano together, and because I have been spending so much time with Jacob, I've been feeling guilty that the time spent with my parents has become limited.
Esme, Carlisle, Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, Jasper and momma, all in the room start to clap after our fingers release the porcelain white keys of the Grand Piano in the lounge.
Daddy pulls me in for a hug and kisses the top of my head.
Since a week ago mom and dad have become very possessive of me, spending quality time with me at any given chance, even kicking Jake out of the house to do extra patrol so they can have me all to themselves. It's not a bad thing I guess, I love spending time with my parents; and Jacob needs to catch up in all the patrols he'd missed when I was gone.
But their over-possessiveness bewilders me, why are my parents suddenly restricting my time with Jake? It's not like we've done anything wrong or inappropriate to infuriate them.
"That was lovely dears." Esme comments. Daddy's arm still firmly holding me to his side, I hear the faint noise of a door opening and closing. Followed by loudening footsteps.
My father tenses up next to me, the rumble of a growl vibrating in his chest that is felt on my shoulder.
The rest of the family seem oblivious to dad's frenzy, and starts talking about their next hunting trip, I should hunt too.
Recently we have found that the longer I procrastinate hunting, the darker my eyes grow. Just after I have hunted my eyes are their original milky brown; but over time my eyes darken shades.
Not only is it visible to humans but my thirst is something that should always be kept under control, having the least experience of self control in the family.
The footsteps louden as the anonymous person gets closer to the music room. I know my family can hear the approaching walker, but they seem to ignore it.
