After Breaking Dawn...

After Breaking Dawn... Chapter 17

Again, the chapters are allcondensedbecause they used to be in multiple parts. Nothing was changed, just copy and paste!

Okay, so I was really planning on finishing this whole chapter tonight, right?

Then my friend showed up without telling me she was coming.

Watching her is a full time job, honestly.

Anyway, I hope you like this?[:

Enjoy,

-Amber

CHAPTER 17

PART 1

JACOB BLACK

I carried her up the stairs, she was vaguely aware of this, and lay her on the bed. She looked too cute when she was half asleep. I smiled as I pulled her shoes off and sat them on the floor. She looked really, really good in these shoes. I walked to the window on the far side of the room, and hoped out of it. Once I landed on the ground I ran quickly to the house, I needed to change. As I entered the house, Edward was coming down the stairs. "Sleep with her tonight, just don't disappoint me." he told me, his tone friendly yet stern, and fatherly, at the same time. I smiled to myself as I continued up the stairs, towards Nessie's room.

Once I reached the top, I saw Esme standing at Nessie and Rachel's bedroom door. I laughed as I stepped around her, and knocked on the door. I got a surprised look from Esme. Rachel opened the door, she was in wrapped in nothing put a towel, and peeked through a small crack. "I have to get something." I said, turning towards Esme with a smirk, "And I think you want to talk to her." I said as I walked through the door, Ciaran was sitting on the sofa. I gave him a look, and walked up to him. "Shes like a little sister, so don't hurt her." I said in a strained tone, my fists clutched. I knew Edward would take care of it, I noted that mentally.

After starring at Ciaran for a moment, I turned towards Renesmee's closet. "Oh, hell.." I muttered to myself, hoping I would find her pajamas without a struggle. I knew the hidden dangers in entering a womans closet, and I was scared. Scared as hell. I pushed the door open, and took a breath. It wasn't as bad as I thought. I took a step inside and turned to my right, where I saw a dresser with a set of clothing on top of it. I sighed in relief, hoping Renesmee was the type of girl to set her clothing out for later. She was. I looked at it, and saw that it was a pair of cotton shorts with one of those strappy shirts, a tank top maybe? And then.. Then.. Then her underwear and a bra. I didn't really like that idea. I sighed again, picking the pile of clothing up and rushing to my room where I showered and changed into a pair of sweats.

When I got back to the room atop the 'party' house, Renesmee hadn't moved an inch. I smiled, contemplating how'd I'd change her with dignity. I walked over to get and carefully pulled her into my arms, shaking her lightly. "Nessie, wake up real quick." I whispered, she mumbled "Nooo.. I'm... Sleepy.." she said, I smiled again. "You have to change. You know, bra, undies?" I whispered, still smiling, waiting for her reply. She flailed her arm, "Silly Jak..ob.. I don' wanna' change." she answered, falling asleep in my arms. I shook her lightly again, "Either you change yourself, or I'll have to change you." I told her, thinking that'd get her to worry about it. She kept her eyes closed, "What? You.. Don't wanta'.. see.. my boobies?" she asked as if she didn't know what she was saying. I sighed, sitting her down on my lap, and unzipping her dress. "I feel like a rapist." I mumbled to myself as I pulled her dress of. I threw the bra on her, my eyes were closed. I fumbled with those god-damn clips on the back of it, but I did it without opening my eyes once. I felt like I was violating her, and I didn't like that. In my mind I was wondering if I should have just gotten Bella to come and do it, but I thought of that too late. I kept my eyes closed the whole time I changed her, and needless to say that took forever. I finally pulled her arms through her little shirt, and noticed her shorts were on backwards. I groaned aloud as I changed them back around, she didn't wake up again through the whole process.