Oldies But Goodies

-Renesmee-

"Black? As in, Jacob Black?" Renee said.
"Yes," I a dit nervously, not sure how it mattered.
Renee blinked and said, "Oh."

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Half an heure later, Jacob and I were montrer Renee our honeymoon pictures. She was so warm and accepting. I felt like I already knew everything about her.

Jacob had "magically" produced photo albums filled with copies of EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN PICTURE EVER TAKEN OF ME. None with my mom, though.

Renee cooed over how "absolutely adorable" I had been. Jacob told her she could have them.

"You probably want to see the pictures I have of Bella," Renee a dit quietly....

-Renesmee-

I'd walked along the rive of Isle Renesmee, when I saw the perfect spot. I spread the towel I'd brought out, and, slinging the net shoulder bag I had brought along, I started hunting seashells. It was weird, but I liked doing it.

I picked up a large cowrie and held it to my ear. I closed my eyes, and suddenly felt Jacob's warm arms around my waist. He whispered in my free ear, "I l’amour you."

I didn't usually like gooey moments, and I know this sounds cliche`, but I wanted to live in this moment for eternity.

I lowered the seashell, turned, and said, "I l’amour you, too."

We spent the rest...