It’s a charmed life

Innocence wild

Crayola skies for a thousand miles

It’s a good life in the happily ever after

Last page of the very last chapter

It’s the story of a charmed life

“Alice?”

“Honestly, what the heck?”

Renesmee glanced up from the braided Quileute promise bracelet she was fingering to see her miniature aunt prowl through her jewelry box. Alice held up the choker she’d bought that day at the mall with disapproval.

Nessie merely shrugged.

Alice dropped the piece back in the box with disdain, sighed and shook her head. “The things I do for you…All I ask is that you learn to notice quality in return.”

A tiny smile pulled at Nessie’s lips as her eyes diverted to the bracelet again. “Oh, but I do,” she whispered internally. Yesterday Jacob had produced this bracelet for her, probably having become tired of seeing her wear the old ring around a chain for so long. Although Nessie had protested, saying she wanted to keep the ring anyway, she couldn’t help admiring the bracelet. It was weaved of reddish brown leather and braided. On the clasp Jacob had inserted a charm carved out of green coral that he’d chosen from the souvenir shop at the reservation.

“Alice, what makes hugging Jasper different for you than hugging my dad or Emmett?”

Obviously, Nessie wasn’t an idiot. Love was something that she saw daily around her. All kinds of love. Romantic love was one type that she’d read about, heard about, and seen occasionally displayed in front of her. Every time her parents kissed it looked like they were doing it for the first time. Emmett and Rosalie were more open about their physical love but she’d always shied away from that. Now, Jasper and Alice resembled Carlisle and Esme a bit as they shared long glances during which it seemed as though they were having a silent conversation but seldom made a public show of embracing. Knowing all this, and yet it was still territory Nessie hadn’t tread through.

Besides, she wanted to hear the feeling described to her rather than trusting her own instincts.

Alice swung up onto the dresser. Renesmee stared at her with sheer innocence. She wondered if asking Alice had been a good idea what with her gift of seeing the future, and thus, seeing what she was prone to doing sooner or later. Nessie wasn’t sure herself of what that might be. But asking advice about romance and sexuality from Aunt Rosalie would be a tad awkward. And forget Bella! That would probably only give her away. There was always Esme… Why hadn’t she thought of that?