Renesmee: Shooting Stars (Sequel To Rising Sun) *COMPLETED* WATTY AWARDS 2012

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Chapter Eight

Jacob Black

Yes, I suck at surprises. Good surprises to be exact. No, no, no. Not 'good', but great, awesome, terrific...words cannot describe. I just knew that we were having a boy and a girl; Sarah Rose Black and Colby Thomas Black, my kids. Our kids. This was just extremely good to be true, too awesome to be just real.

Nessie hadn't spoken for about a minute either, I assumed she was just too happy to respond. I looked down at her now-watery chocolate brown eyes that had held me prisoner, a very lucky one if I may add, for about seven years now.

I remembered the day she was born, the day I felt her untie me from Earth and have me in the control of her little fingers. I remembered her in Blondie's arms. I remembered her looking at me directly in the eyes, already looking like a three-months old instead of a newborn. Literally.

I remembered when I used to hold her in my hands and she would show me with her wonderful power what she thinks. Her own way of unique communication always surprised me, each and every time. Even now, when we're both adults, and married, I still get amazed by her power that has strengthened over the years to become even more powerful as she was able to transform thoughts through her palms without necessarily touching my cheek and read my own mind while this connection was open.

I remembered when I used to go hunting with her and she would always take the challenge and even win rightfully, even though I would never admit it, not even to her. I remembered when she thought of me as her huge fur ball and how she used to 'tease' me by wiping the blood of her prey in my fur. It only made me happier though, for an unexplainable reason.

I remembered when she was older and used to use Seth against me, she had him wrapped around her little finger as well, way before he imprinted. They used to try to tease me a lot. Once it got out of hand though; they had agreed together to hide Nessie and tell me he hadn't seen her. Let's just say Seth Clearwater is extremely lucky to be alive now. Extremely.

I remembered our tree. I remembered how special it is for both of us; it always reminded me of her stuborness and love for challenge as the day we decided it was ours, she wanted to go cliff-diving. Cliff-diving for God's sake and she had the physical appearance of an 11-year-old. I couldn't do that, not even if I'm, as Bella puts it, 'reckless and careless', let alone 'stupid'. I remembered the day she made some hot dogs, my own personal favorite, and took me there. I didn't want to recall the reason though, just her thought was enough.

I remembered the day I proposed to her on La Push's cliffs and how happy she seemed to be. I remembered the day of our wedding and the looks in her eyes, let alone what was going on her mind. I remembered it all.

Renesmee Carlie Black, my wife, my soul mate, the love of my life, and the most amazing creature ever existed was going to be the world's best mother.

And she was going to be my children's mother.

I still, until this very moment, wonder why fate chose her for me, what I did to deserve this angel.

"Jacob!" My sun called, snapping me out of my reverie. I realized then that I was dragged way far into my imagination. I looked down at her and smiled.

"Yeah?" I answered. She grinned hugely and touched my cheek with her palm, gently stroking it, looking at me directly in the eyes.

"Congratulations," she breathed. I bent down and kissed her forehead, still silent. But she would get it, she would know I was, literally, irrevocably happy.

"Hey, lovebirds," Bella said, reminding me that her, Blondie and Fortune-Teller."We're going to leave to the mansion now," she announced and we both nodded. In a flash of the eye they were all gone, leaving me with only Renesmee.