Previously…

“The truth. Would you lie to me if I asked?” I heard him sigh and thought the worst.

“…No…” A part of me froze; I was in shock to say the least but a part of knew that he wasn’t going to deny me an answer I had sought after for so long now.

“A-Am I your imprint?”

Chapter 2

My bronze curls danced slowly in the air as a gentle breeze surrounded me. It had only been a few seconds since the question had left my lips, but I was already yearning for the answer.

“…Why do you ask?” There are a lot of answers to that question, one amongst many, is curiosity.

“Father has been giving you death glares at certain times for over a year now. Not to mention the fact that I haven’t been allowed to stay in a room with just you for god knows how long” He pursed his lips and sighed. At that point I was pretty sure he wasn’t going to give me an answer. I was waiting for him to phase and run into distance; leaving me no better off.

“He’s just being a normal parent Renesmee” Renesmee? He never called me by my full name. What was he trying to prove? “I’m you’re friend, your protector”

“That still doesn’t answer my question” I wasn’t going to let this drop. It had taken all of this time to even confront him about it. I wasn’t leaving without a straight answer. Yes or no. Simple…Right?

“Nessie” He moaned. It wasn’t a painful sound, but more of a pleading request. Drop it.

My eyes ventured to his body for a moment; taking in how he was now holding himself and if there was any signs of strong emotion. I bit my lip as I noticed his hands were clenched at his sides. White was plastered across his knuckles, showing his utter strength and discomfort about the current situation.

I slowly walked forward and encased his straining hands with my own.

“Easy, Jacob. Calm down, its okay” A ripple ran through his body and shook him before he relaxed and opened his eyes. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m so-“

“Don’t say you’re sorry. It’s not your fault, I just…” I waited for him to finish the sentence, but instead just gained a sigh. This hadn’t turned out exactly how I’d planned. It wasn’t meant to be so hard; all I had wanted was a straight answer. I suppose it was harder for him though, no one had actually ever explained the full ins and outs of being an imprint or even imprinting its self.