Can't Stand To See You Cry (Jacob)

Chapter 19

Jacob smiled as he glanced over at Renesmee. She was concentrating on her driving, her first time in the dark. They had spent the last few hours working on repairs in his garage, well he had done the repairs and she had kept him company. After a little bit of instruction, she already able to identify most of the tools he needed and she could locate them when he asked her for them.

He didn't know why he was so surprised by her. She could accomplish anything she set her mind to. She was great at driving, helping him in the garage, and tomorrow she would excel in her new drawing class. She was nothing short of amazing.

As he looked at her now, he wondered if she was still stressing about what had happened with Embry earlier. They had discussed it extensively, but he knew she tended to overthink everything and no matter how much he tried to convince her otherwise, she continued to blame herself for Embry's bad behavior.

Jacob reached over to touch her now, running his fingers through her hair. She didn't object to him breaking their "no distractions" rule. In fact, she didn't seem to notice his touch at all. "Nessie..."

She sighed deeply and reached up to pull his hand from her hair. She pressed a kiss to the back of his hand and squeezed it gently before letting him go and returning her hand to the steering wheel.

Jacob watched her as she pulled up to her parents' cottage and turned off the engine. She squeezed the steering wheel tightly and stared out into the darkness. He could see her jaw clenching and unclenching as stared up at the night sky. When he heard the hitch in her breathing, he knew the tears were about to fall.

He reached over to unbuckle her and gathered her into his arms. He pulled her across his lap and let her cry on his shoulder. "Tell me what's wrong," he begged. She normally wanted to discuss everything to death, so her silence was disturbing.

Renesmee shook her head against him, refusing to speak or look at him. So he did the only thing he could, he held her tightly, kissed her tears away, and waited for her to confide in him.

He slipped his hands into her hair, smoothing away her pain and as he quietly shushed her cries. "I wish you would talk to me."

She finally began to settle down, her crying lessened as she buried her face in his neck and breathed in his scent. Her breathing returned to normal, so he pulled away from her, trying to see her face.

Renesmee gazed down, nervously wiping her her eyes. "I must look awful," she whispered.

Jacob rubbed her back softly and smiled sweetly. "You never look awful to me."

She gave him a doubtful smirk and shook her head. "It's late...I should get inside," she sighed as she reached for the door.

Jacob reached for her hand and pulled her close. "Not until you tell me what's got you so upset."

Renesmee sucked in a deep breath and looked him in the eye. "I just feel like...I keep making mistakes with you. And I'm just not what you want. I just don't think I'll ever be able to make you happy," she finally blurted.

Jacob smiled widely as he tilted his head to look at her. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm serious..." she whimpered, her voice full of sadness.

He lifted his hands to cup her face, his eyes searching hers. "In case you hadn't noticed...I am happy. This is my deliriously happy face," he punctuated his statement with a big goofy grin and kiss to the tip of her nose.

"But..." she protested.

"Uh uhh, Renesmee," he pulled his hands from her face and wrapped them around her, trying to make her feel as secure as possible. "You're not perfect, but you know what? Neither am I. And anyone that can deal with me and my temper...you got some major skills when it comes to handling me."