He-he I'm sooooo jealous of Renesmee now!!! ESPECIALLY in the end...well read it!
Jacob and I were making our rounds among the guests while we waited for the brilliant sunlight to fade. No use in starting the reception in the yard if half the guests couldn't even come with us.
"Congratulations, Nessie!" Grandpa Charlie said. He gave me a strong hug. "You look beautiful. As beautiful as your mom at her wedding. Congratulations, Jacob." They shook hands. "You guys are going to have a wonderful life together..." His eyes misted over and Grandma Sue gave me hug as well before leading him away.
"Nessie!" a voice boomed. Though I'd only heard that voice when I was a little girl, I still knew who it was the minute they spoke. "Zafrina!" I hugged her tightly. "Thank-you so much for coming!" "We wouldn't miss it," Zafrina said. She looked me over. "You're almost as beautiful as my jungle!" she laughed and I laughed along, completly at ease. "Congratulations to you, too, Jacob," Zafrina added before turning away. "Take good care of her." "There's no doubt of THAT," Jacob said, hugging me closer into his side. Zafrina smiled and padded away, silent as a jungle cat.
Tanya and her family found us next, paying no attention to Jacob. Kate and Garrett were the only vampires brave enough to give Jacob a hug and a handshake, while Tanya and the others looked at them with disgust. "So glad to see you both so happy," Kate said. I smiled. I'd always liked Kate. Garrett shook Jacob's hand and then they were gone.
Peter and Charlotte gave us their congratulations, then met up with Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper.
Jacob was much more at ease when we had greeted all the vampires. Claire ran up to Jacob and he picked her up and swung her around in a circle.
"Uncal Jaycop!" she said in her cute little girl voice.
"Hey, kid. I haven't seen you in a while, huh? What have you been up to?"
"I played wid Qwiw at da beach today," she announced proudly.
"What did you do?"
"Quiw and I made sandcastles and he was awwwl wet and sandy and yucky!" she giggled. Jacob laughed, too. "I'll bet he was."
Claire twisted in his arms, locating me for the first time. "Nessie!" she squealed, reaching out with her arms to me. "Hey, cutie," I said, holding her.
"You're vewy pwetty." Claire told me.
"I wanna go and find Quiw," she announced a few minutes later. Jacob pointed him out to her and she ran towards him eagerly.
Sam gave Jacob and me hugs as well. "Glad to see things work out for you, Jake," he said. "You deserved it more than any of us." Sam was right about that. Jacob DID deserve happiness. "Thanks, Sam." Sam walked away to go and find Emily then.
Jacob's other friends and Old Quil came by us then, and finally the sun was down and we could start the reception.
Aunt Alice had outdone herself again with everything. The cake was on the table along with all of the extra desserts. Everything out here was decorated with roses also and about twelve tables were scattered across the lawn, each with a white table cloth and a vase full of roses. Dad's stereo was on the lawn, plugged in with the use of extension cords through the window. Uncle Emmett--who else?--was the DJ, and he was scratching records. He was starting to play the outrageous amount of CD's Aunt Alice had insisted on playing at the reception.
"Wow," Jacob said, surveying the party scene. "Yeah," I agreed. We stood on the front steps, holding hands, until Aunt Alice came and pushed us over to the cake table. We cut the cake together, then shoved it in each other's faces, laughing.
After most of the food had been eaten and the guests had run out of topics for conversation for us, Jacob and I sat alone at a table together.
"Hello, Mrs. Black," Jacob said, pulling my feet onto his lap. He took off my very uncomfortable high heels and dropped them on the grass.
"Love the sound of that," I said, smiling at him. He rubbed my feet, getting the blood going in them. I sighed. "Thanks, Jake, that feels nice."
Uncle Emmett glanced over at us from the DJ table and took his microphone. "This goes out to the newly wed yet very boring married couple!" he said, turning on a slower song. Some couples dancing looked over at us sitting alone at the table and laughed. Jacob rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Emmett!" but he offered his hand and I took it, leaving the heels on the grass, and he spun us gracefully into the middle of the swirling couples. "You know what this reminds me of?" I asked. "The night at the dance," he answered immeditately. "Yeah," I said. I leaned my head against his chest and he stroked my hair. "Kiss her! Kiss her!" a well known yet very annoying voice chanted. I rolled my eyes, not bothering to look at the face of the voice, and Jacob leaned in to kiss me. The dance floor erupted into loud cheers. Uncle Emmett chuckled and I smiled at him. "Thanks," I said sarcastically. "It's about time you kissed," he defended himself. "Just gave you a push, that's all."
The party had to come to an end eventually. Slowly the guests left. Jacob and I thanked them again as they prepared to leave.
When the house was empty except for the Cullens and Blacks, Aunt Alice skipped up to us, her pixie face positively glowing under her dark hair. "Come here," she commanded, barely disguising the excitement in her voice. Jacob and I followed her curiously to where Grandma was standing by the creek, a key in her hand. "What's that?" I asked curiously. "The key to your house," Grandma said, handing it to me. I gasped. "No way!" I said. I gave Grandma a hug. "Thank you so much! Where is it?" "Follow me," Grandma said. She shot across the creek and Jacob and I ran to keep up with her.
We stopped about a quarter of a mile away; an easy walking distance. Grandma stood in front of the house, a two-story log cabin, and beamed at us. "Let me know how you like it," she said, winking, then was out of sight in an instant.
We observed the front of the house first. There was a small garden in front, already planted with lilacs, rose bushes, buttercups, daisies, and morning glories. There were two windows in the front of the house, on either side of the door. I took the key and turned it in the lock. The door swung open with a click. Jacob and I gasped as we took in the scene before us.
The floors were oak, and smooth as silk under my still bare feet. To the left was the living room, painted forest green, with three oversized brown couches and a red brick fire place with a fire already going. A pile of wood was stacked in the corner. A plasma TV was mounted above the mantle, and a sound system was plugged into the wall on the other side of the fire place. A generous amount of CD's, both mine and Jacob's taste, were stacked on a few CD shelves. I looked up and noticed that the ceiling was very high and I smiled at Jacob when I saw that he was looking at the same thing. In front and above us was the next floor, with a flight of winding stairs on each side to get up to it. To the right was a massive kitchen with stainless steel appliances and granite counter tops. I loved to cook, and I looked forward to experimenting and cooking for Jacob. I opened the pantry and it was stocked full. Same with the refrigerator, freezer, and cupboards. To the back was a set of french doors. Jacob and I opened them together and we found ourselves in a little greenhouse. Plants were growing everywhere, and there was a little pond with guppies and goldfish living in it. Grandma or Aunt Alice had dug the pond and laid stones in it to keep the crystal clear blue water inside. On both sides of the little pond were cattails more flowers, and pebbles, creating a beautiful, peaceful area. We stepped back inside and climbed up one of the flights of winding stairs to the next floor. The first door we opened was a bathroom, one almost as big as Aunt Alice's. My neccessities were already stocked on the shelves and in the drawers, and Grandma must have gotten a survey of products that Jacob used from Billy, because everything of his was there, too. The next door opened into a huge bedroom with an extra large white bed. The walls were painted a light yellow, and I could imagine how the sun would look reflected off of them each morning. The carpet in the bedroom reminded me a little of sand. It looked like La Push first beach, where Jacob and I loved to spend time together. There was a long, oak dresser with a mirror on one wall. I noticed that, on both sides, glass jars had been filled to the brim with the colored rocks of La Push beach. I opened a drawer of the dresser cautiously. My drawers were stocked with lots of unrecognizable and normally innapropriate clothing...unless you were in a honeymoon, that is. I blushed, and quickly closed the drawer. Jacob looked at me and smiled, then it faded. He stroked my warm red cheek. "Don't you want to?" he asked, confused. Oh! He thought I was blushing with embarrasment about having a real honeymoon with him! "No, no, I do!" I said quickly, reassuring. I DEFINETLY wanted to. "I just wish that Aunt Alice had let me bring my own pajamas." I laughed. He laughed along. "Well I don't mind," he said. I punched him lightly and closed the door. The third room was unfurnished and unpainted, completely bare. I was confused for a moment, then I understood. "Children," I told Jacob. "This is a baby's room." He smiled tenderly and looked at me. "I can't wait to start on it," he told me. I smiled at him. "Me neither." I wanted to run to the bedroom...but I forced myself to open the last two doors and look inside. The rooms were all bare as well. I would thank Aunt Alice and Grandma for this tomorrow over and over again. It was perfect.
"It's perfect, isn't it?" I asked him, echoeing my thoughts. We walked around the house again. "Yes, it is," he agreed. "Esme had such a talent...What do you want to do now?" Oh, I could think of something. "C'mon," I said, pulling him upstairs. We stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind us.