From the moment I had been born, my life had a purpose. Dad didnt particularly like it but then again, neither did Mum. The love between Jacob and I was the only important thing in my life.
It had taken five years for me to reach an age where the love I felt for Jacob changed to true love but now it had. Now it was time to start my life with Jacob. My Jacob.
Jacob stepped off the boat and held out his arms towards me. The moonlight glinted off the wedding band on his left hand and I glanced down at my own. With a satisfied sigh, I jumped gracefully from the boat, shifting my weight so as not to hurt him.
He caught me gently and kissed the tip of my nose.
"Not even a scratch," he said reading my expression. "You woory too much," he chuckled. "Just like your mother."
"Can't help it," I laughed in my tinkling, birdsong voice. "What with you being all breakable and vulnerable." I smirked. That was sure to get a reaction. It always did.
"Oh really now? Vulnerable am I? Renesmee Carlie Cullen, get ready to eat your words." The soud of him still saying my maiden name sent a jolt of guilt and regret pulsing through my body.
I would have loved to be Mrs. Black but due to us having to go to school and me technically being too young to be married, Jacob had taken the name Cullen to be able to pass as another of the Cullen's 'foster kids'.
He saw the guilt in my eyes and a little crease appeared between his eyes. "I don't mind being associated with Rosalie if this makes it easier on everyone," he said trying to lighten the tone.
"Awww, come on, Jake! Rose is trying really hard. Cut her some slack." The truth be told, she was trying to not to rip him to shreds.
"Trying hard not to rip me apart," he chuckled darkly with scary accuracy. "Anyway, I think I was going to prove my point that I'm not vulnerable," he growled with an excited glint in his eye.
"Oh' really?" I asked jumping out of his arms and scooping him up. "Well Mr Not Vulnerable, why is it that I'm able to carry you and the bags?" I raced to the house before me with one arm carrying Jacob and the bags in my other hand. I gently kicked the door open and carried him inside. "Over the threshold, as they say," I giggled' setting him on his feet.
"You know, that doesn't do much for my ego when you go all freakishly strong on me," he grumbled, stalking into the depths of the house.
I sighed and closed my eyes. Stupid, over-sensitive werewolf.
After a few seconds silence, I decided to follow him and calm him down before he broke anything.
I'd never been to this island before (so if he broke something, I was dead), but I knew that about 15 miles to the northwest was Grandma's island, Isle Esme. It had been a present from Grandpa many years ago and it made me wonder who this amazing island belonged to.
As I followed the same path Jacob had taken, I passed a dark wooden pannelled room filled, from floor to ceiling, with books. Wow. No wonder everyone in the family had read so much except for Rose and Emmett. 'Rosalie would rather look in a mirror and we're not even sure that Emmett can read. He's took much of a beast' was the story everyone stuck to. I knew the truth. I may only technically be five, but I wasn't stupid.