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

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Chapter Twenty-Nine

Renesmee Black

I couldn't believe it. I mean, of course it's great and wonderful and all, but it was just purely unbelievable. I loved it.

Jacob went out to tell the guys and we went with him. Emily hadn't said anything yet, I wondered what was on her mind but discarded it; I was sure she was happy, too, right?

Jake was grinning so big, I didn't see him so happy in a while. They were talking and laughing, some were even drinking some of Emily's milkshake. "Hey, guys," Jake called.

They turned to him, "What?" Embry asked.

Everyone else looked at him questioningly, too, "Sarah just imprinted on Randy," he said casually, though he knew it wasn't anything normal. Sarah just proved that female werewolvescould imprint after all. That meant...that meant a lot. It meant hope for Leah, it meant that, maybe, after all, imprinting isn't just all about carrying the genes, right?

Before anyone could say anything we heard Rachel's shriek. Worried, everyone looked towards where she and Paul were standing. She was glaring at him as the whole cup of strawberry milkshake was all over her clothes. He wasn't looking at her though, he was looking at Jake, "What?!" he said, "Are you serious?"

Jake laughed, everyone else was silent, their mouths dropped, still, "Yeah," he said.

Emily spoke after a while, "I'm going to call Sam," she announced and went inside, while the others split between being here and running up to Sarah.

I stayed by Jake's side, he wrapped an arm around my waist, "So does that mean Leah can imprint?" Seth asked. Jake nodded. He ran a hand through his hair, "God," he breathed, "I-I have to call her now," he decided and got out his cell phone from the pocket of his jeans.

Soon after we were left alone for a while, Jacob turned to me and kissed me chastely, "I'm so happy, you know that?" he asked. I nodded.

Happy.

Sarah Rose Black

I didn't know what was going on, but I sure liked it. The feeling was priceless. Like this little boy was the thing that tied me to Earth, the power that ruled me now, more than anything. He was my universe. "So," he said, "Are you too old to play with me now?" he asked.

I laughed and shook my head, "Nope," I said, "Never."

He grinned brilliantly, "Great," he commented, "When are you going to take that off?" he asked.

I wanted to shrug but just trying hurt like Hell, I winced, "I don't know," I answered, "Maybe in a couple of days."

He swung his legs as he sat on the edge of my bed, "I want to ask you something else," he said cheerfully.

I smiled at him, "What is it?"

He turned to fully face me, "How old are you?"

I laughed, "Three," I answered honestly.

He crossed his arms over his chest, "This is so unfair!" he complained, frowning so hard his black eyebrows almost met.

I laughed harder, "Why?" I asked.

He pouted, "I'm three, too, but you're, like-" he paused waving with his arms as if describing something huge. "And I'm still called a kid," he complained.

I chuckled, "I'm still called a kid, too," I said, "Want a proof?" I asked, "Hey, Uncle Paul!" I called.

He opened the door as if he was outside already, I wondered why, "Hey, kid," he said.