Everyone was happy. My mommy had swayed the Voltori in their plans to kill me, with her special shield.
  Jacob still stands as my protector if anyone tries to hurt me and I have never felt this happy.
   Seven years have passed since that day when we were threatened with death. Yet I am still treated like a child! No-body believes that I can protect myself; especially JACOB BLACK! He is so irritating. He always follows me around and tells me what to do.
  My mommy says that Jacob could not help himself, and that I would understand when he wants to tell me all about it.
  I don’t want to wait. I want to know and I want to know now!
I walked up to Jacob while he was lying in the middle of the huge grassy field that surrounds the big white house where we still live.
  He was lying there in the sun with his eyes closed. He only had his cut-off’s on, like normal.
   I stepped off the porch and walked towards him. Sometimes he is arrogant but I can’t help but step back and see that he is everything that I have been looking for. But then he talks and has to ruin the happy picture that forms in my head.
   I stood at his side but he didn’t open his eyes.
I sat down by his side and had one of those moments. He really was beautiful in a unique way. With his russet brown skin and chin length hair. (He always gets me to cut it for him. He says that he trusts me completely.)
   I sighed and he took my hand.
I looked down at him and smiled, his eyes were open and watching me. I was sure that he could read my thoughts through our hand contact.
  (I can project my thoughts into people’s heads.)
I took a deep breath and looked away from his eyes and over the river.
   “Jacob?” I asked tensely.
He sat up still looking at me and still holding my hand.
   “Yes?” he asked concerned.
I took my hand out of his so he could not see my thoughts.
   “I want to ask you something … but I don’t know how.” I said looking back at him. In that moment I could see a man not an obsessive boy. Looking into his eyes was like looking into his soul. I blushed and placed my hand back in his to ask him the question I could not voice.
   I showed him the adoring look in his eyes every time he looked at me. And I showed him all the times when he tried to protect me at school. (We go to the Forks high school together. He moved schools so he could keep an eye on me.)
   Then I finally showed him the conversation I had, had with mommy; about what he was not telling me.
  He took his hand out of mine and sighed.
   “I knew this was coming soon.” He was looking away from me and over the top of the trees.
  I waited patiently.
After a moment he looked back at me and then said. “I love you Renesmee Carlie Cullen.”