All Grown Up: The Story of Jacob and Renesmee Part I

The First Time

Chapter 8: The First Time

Renesmee

I was in my favorite spot at Billy's house, Jacob's lap, as random family members chattered around us.  I was working on trying to steal pepperoni off his pizza from the plate he was holding at our sides. I tried to snatch them without him catching me, but the pepperoni kept getting stuck on the cheese.  Even when he caught me, he let me eat then anyways. He knew it was the only part of the pizza I really liked.

Grandpa Charlie came around with beers and offered Jake one.

"Thanks, Charlie."

Grandpa Charlie didn't know about Jacob and I. He'd have to know sooner or later but we were afraid it would weird him out. It was still "need to know" with him.  Mom had said it was okay for me to sit on Jacob's lap but no kissing.

I could hear laughter from the porch where Seth was eating with Sam and Emily. My parents were at the kitchen table playing cards with Billy and Grandpa Charlie, who had just rejoined them with a fresh beer. Whenever Dad played a game, Mom always played too. Not because they were inseparable, which they were, but it was so Mom could pull her shield around whoever they were playing with. Dad said cheating, even by accident, took all the fun out of it. It was boring knowing you would win. I was glad he could play games with us, he said Mom made them fun for him. He and I made up a couple card games of our own. My favorite one was one we played since I was a kid that we used three decks for. Dad played chess with Uncle Jasper all the time, it gave Mom's shield a real workout. Dad may not like cheating but Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper didn't mind. Mom would shield Uncle Jasper's thoughts from Dad and Dad from Aunt Alice so she couldn't see the moves he was planning and tell on him. I couldn't see it, but Mom said when she did that, it looked like she had a drawn a figure eight around them, each of them in their own bubble. Only my family could make a simple game so complicated.

The complications were always at a minimum here at Billy's though. Life seemed easy as I sat with Jacob, normal with his pizza and beer. Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper were at the other end of the couch, not feeling the need to pretend to eat as they usually did in these situations. I always did the same. Well, I wouldn't pretend to eat like they did, I really would eat. I just pretended to like it.

"Gin!" Billy's voice came from the kitchen.

Daddy burst out laughing.

"Billy, we are playing poker," he said gently.

"Looks like somebody had a few too many and is ready for bed," Jacob said sliding me off his lap.

Billy was able to most things for himself with very little help. Drunk Billy was a different story though.

"C'mon, old man," Jacob said as he wheeled Billy away from the table and towards his room.

Grandpa heaved himself up from the table.

"Well, I should probably head out kids. I gotta be at the station early tomorrow."

"Of course," Mom said, "Crime never rests in the fast-paced city of Forks."

"Yeah, yeah," Grandpa made a face as Mom laughed.

"And you're alright drive, Charlie?" Dad asked, "It would be no problem for us to drop you off."

"Nah, I'm not a lightweight like Billy. Trust me if I couldn't drive, I wouldn't. Night, Bells," he said leaning down to kiss Mom's forehead and Dad a hearty slap on the back, "Night, son."

Dad nodded and gave a salute to which Grandpa rolled his eyes but smiled just a little.

"See you soon, kid," Grandpa said as he kissed my cheek.