This is my own version of what could happen after breaking dawn, it is not related to the actual series of Stephenie Meyer.
I enjoy writing, but I always hate the result. for once I'm showing it to other people, let me know if you like it.
chapter 1 : The talk (Edward's pov)
Eight years have past since that dreadful confrontation with the volturi, and even though we know that one day they will get over it and find a new reason to come at us, life is good. At least so long as Alice doesn't serve us with a new doomsday prophecy.
We moved from Forks five years ago and now live in Neihart, Montana. Being a father is an amazing thing, especially with a daughter as wonderful as Renesmee. The mind reading was extremely useful at the beginning, I could know at every moment whether my baby was alright, and when you live in a world as dangerous as mine, trust me, it is a huge relief. But now that she is fully grown and seriously considering taking her relationship with Jacob to the next level, it has become a torture. I mean, seriously... I know that physically she will never get any older, and that she is smarter than most 20 years old people, but she's 8. At this point the biggest problems most parents have are, debating whether Santa is real or not, explaining why the tooth fairy didn't make it last night, but certainly not wondering if their daughter is going to lose her virginity before the end of the week.
Boys being boys, you would guess that the thoughts that would disturb me the most would be those of Jacob. Surprisingly it seems as if he was as uneasy as I was about the situation. Being in love with her, and considering how explicit she could get about her desires, the thought obviously had crossed his mind, but even for him she was still 8, and having grown up in a human environment, 8 didn't equal potential sex partner so it appeared that I was safe, for now.
Hunting with Bella is always a happy moment, faraway from everyone, free from anybody else's thoughts entering my mind, free to surrender to my instincts and enjoy the thrill of the hunt. Or at least that's what it usually is, when we don't get a phone call. Today it was Bella.
”Hey Bella it's Jake, I need a favor”
”sure, what is it?”
”I need to talk to Edward, but I want you to shield me.”
”Why, so you can lie?”
”No, of course not. So I can build an argument without him picking up on some back thought and going ballistic before I'm finished”
”It seems sensible enough, sure I'll do it”
Obviously I didn't like this idea one bit, but in all fairness I was a little touchy these days, so I didn't object. Arriving at the house, I found him waiting for me in the backyard, his thoughts already shielded by Bella.
”Alright, Jacob I'm listening”
”OK, uh... you know finally I don't know if it's such a good idea.”
”Get on with it Jake, we both know what you want to talk about, you don't like it, I don't like it, hell I hate it. But the situation is critical, so it has to happen”
”You're damn right it's critical, seriously if I keep on saying no, I'm going to really hurt her feelings, and you know I can't do that. Plus you know how I love her, I mean you're in my head half the time, so you know. But she's 8, even though she may not look like it or act like it, she's still 8.”
”Yes, nothing new there, so why is it so important that we talk?”
”Well, because there is something new. Actually, not so much new as conscientiously overlooked until now. She may be half human, but she's not human. And I'm not talking about her amazing gift, or her angel-like beauty, or even her superhuman strength. I'm talking about the fact that at barely 3 months old she was mature enough to know that even though she could speak or show images to Charlie, she shouldn't. I'm talking about the fact that she has been faced with challenges beyond anything that someone could ask from a kid her age, and today she is a healthy young lady both physically and psychologically. We can't ask her to follow the rules of both the vampire world and the human world, at least not all of them. You know better than me that in her mind it is very clear that she will spend the rest of her life with me. And unless you want her to resent you, you will not hold a human notion about age against her.”
”But she's 8.”was all I could say.
”We both know she's really not. But if it makes you feel any better I told her that even if I managed to convince you there was one point on which I could never move you because you're way to old school. It's that we have to get married first.”
”I'll have you know that when I was human, this was not old school, it was just proper.”
You have no idea how much it pained me to agree with Jacob, especially on that, but the dog was right.
