Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

Chapter 43: In Which Nessie Hates Everything

Chapter 43: In Which Nessie Hates Everything

A/N: Okay, first off: Hands on Me reached and then surpassed 1,000 reviews last night! Ah! I seriously cannot stop bouncing. I hope you all know just how crazy that is. Wow. The 1,000 club. And you know what, I don't care if nobody says that. It makes me feel cool so I'll say it. Ah!

So thank you, thank you, thank you to every single person who reviewed. Ever. Honestly. That's really, really amazing and I love you all so much. Thank you. Again, wow.

And don't forget to check out Alphas and Imprints, link on my page! I've implemented 'One-Shot Wednesdays', although they may be bi-weekly at first.

Moving on to the actual content of the chapter, this chapter is pretty intense. I think it's probably the second most intense in all of HoM and the one I consider first hasn't been posted yet. I expect to hear it from you when it is.

So here is where the bomb is dropped and everything starts to move really fast after that. Well, maybe actually kinda slow - I judge things weird.

Disclaimer: Don't own it, although I would like to say that I'm in love with the lyrics for this chapter. They match so perfectly in my opinion. That's a little foreshadowing for you, if you even bothered to read this A/N. ;)

In Which Nessie Hates Everything

so we've been outnumbered
raided and now cornered
it's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair

- taylor swift, change

Jacob woke me up the next morning, telling me to sit up and I did just in time for my parents to come zooming through the door a second later. I realized a second too late that I was without a bra, so I pulled my hair around to my front to cover everything. Not that there was much to be covered.

"Morning, Momma," I said, a little sleepily. I had just sat up. "Daddy."

"Good morning, sweetheart," Dad returned, a little stiffly. "Where did you sleep last night?"

"In your old room," I answered immediately, which wasn't a lie. "I just woke up. I came down to see Jacob."

All three of those sentences where utterly and completely true. The last two were just in the wrong order. This, of course, would only be a nail in my coffin because as I seem to have been forgetting lately, my father could read minds.

But he didn't start screaming and his eyes didn't burst out of his head. His face didn't change at all. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, seeming to believe me. From behind me, Mom winked and tapped her temple and I got it.

She was blocking us. It was literally the best gift I had ever been given. I stood up and sprinted to her, wrapping her in a tight hug.

"Thank you, Momma," I whispered into her ear even though I knew Dad could hear.

"You're welcome, Renesmee." Mom pulled back to check my face. "Are you hungry?"

"A little," I said honestly, just as Jake's stomach growled loudly. "I think someone else is too."

"I'll cook!" Mom said then happily. I'm guessing she hadn't had the opportunity to do that in awhile. "What do you want?"

"Why don't you ask Jake?" I told her, laughing a little. "I want to shower and stuff first."

Mom turned to look at Jake, who was now rubbing his stomach. Dad rolled his eyes.

"I wouldn't say no to some eggs, Bells," Jacob said, shooting her a grin that would make lesser women melt. I was lesser women, by the way. Mom just smiled and nodded. "But I think I need to take a shower and change first too. Wouldn't want to torture Blondie with the dog smell more than necessary."