Renesmee's wedding
fireonNovembersecond
"I'm sorry babe, he's just being difficult." Like always. I looked down, avoiding looking at him. Naturally, Jake took my chin, making me look at him, as he planted a chaste kiss upon my lips.
"Your dad?" I nodded grimly.
"About the wedding?" he replied with a smirk." or the housing arrangements for afterwards?"
"Yes," I confessed. "Much more the house than the ring." Jacob pulled me closer, until I was right up against him, my hands resting on his chest.
" And how do you feel about this particular situation?" he asked, teasing me, I could tell.
"Well, I'm much more appreciative of both than my father is of either, but they both mean nothing, compared to you." He smiled.