This is a Twilight Fan Fiction story. It is written in honor of Stephanie Meyer’s book series. This is a Jacob/Nessie tale.
“Daddy got into a fight with Emmett so mom wanted me to leave so I wouldn’t get hurt.” I said a little worried. They had never fought for real before, only play.
“What were they fighting over?” Paul asked curious.
“Clothes, Alice wanted to get clothes to keep at our house for the pack, in case of an emergency.” I added the emergency part because I didn’t want to offend the present company.
Rachel looked at me a bit strangely. “That seems odd did they say anything else?”
“Daddy was taking up for Jacob. Emmett said something about doggie fashion or other and dad jumped on him.”
“Doggie fashion?” Paul asked a look of confusion on his face.
“Yeah,” I said taking a small bite and swallowing as I thought back on the events. “He said ‘Jacob brings a whole new meaning to the words doggie style.’”
Jacob choked on his pie as Paul roared with laughter. Rachel smiled a little and Billy glared at Paul while I slapped Jacob on the back since his face started to turn blue. He quickly choked down some water as he coughed trying to suck in some air.
“Are you okay?” I asked him concerned.
“I’m fine!” Jacob assured me giving Paul a dirty look since he was still laughing.
“What does doggie style mean?” I asked feeling slightly angry since apparently everyone was in on this except for me.
“Well you see….” Paul started as Jacob stood up growling low in his throat at him.
“Come on Nessie, I’ll take you home.” Jacob said as I followed him.
I was quiet as we walked through the woods. Jacob was holding my hand and even though it was dark neither of us had trouble seeing.
“What’s wrong Nessie?” Jacob asked.
“I hate when everyone treats me like I am six year old.”
“You are Six.” Jacob pointed out.
“I don’t feel Six. I am smarter than most adults but when things happen like they did today I feel left out, like I’m a baby, or just stupid maybe.” As I said this I held my hand up to Jacobs face showing him what happened at my house and at Billy’s.
Jacob sighed and pulled me into a hug. “Emmett was way out of line. If I told you what it meant your Dad would kill ME. If you really want to know I’m sure your Mom or maybe Carlisle could explain it to you.”
I pulled away and looked at him suspiciously. “So it has to do with sex.”
“Why would you think that?” Jacob asked nervously.
“’Cause uncle Emmett doesn’t think about much else. Never mind Jacob, it’s okay.” I patted his hand as if HE were the child.
We arrived back at my cottage I was relieved to see the main house still standing. Jacob hugged me and kissed me on top of my head. “Good night Nessie.”
“Good night my Jacob.” I said slipping inside.
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