Are You Happy, Bells? (open to Isabella & Edward Cullen)

Bella giggled. "Getting confident!" Bella's smile was genuine. She remembered her first hunting trip. Now that had been something... She looked away shyly before remembering she couldn't blush anymore. Renesmee caught her eye as she did, and she heard what she had whispered to Jake. For some reason, as she said 'happy', Bella felt anything but happy, despite how much she was a minute ago. Her brow furrowed slightly, as she tried to recognize all the swirling thoughts and emotions that had appeared. It would make a human dizzy.
Did they really have to be this close? Already? How long did she and Edward have with their daughter before she ran off with wolves? Bella sighed before she could stop herself, and quickly regained composure. No. This was good... Better then good. Great. Renesmee would grow up with the love of her life, always be protected, be safe... Ugh. But with Jake? Jacob Black? Bella had once realised that she... loved him.
Not anymore- not like that, anyways. And yet Bella couldn't help but feel highly uncomfortable with all of this. Renesmee and Jacob...
She supressed an involuntary shiver and pressed closer to Edward. Things seemed more sane the closer he was.

Jacob looked at Nessie fondly, his eyes clouding over as he resisted blinking. He tossed her gently in to the air, letting her fly a good ten feet up in the air, then he leaped up and caught her before she even started to fall. He grinned guiltily Bella's way, but not really feeling guilty.

As the 'family' (if you could even call it that) walked in to the Cullen house, he wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Does nobody ever wash in this house?!" he demanded jokingly, his eyes dancing in the dim light overhead.

((Nice to see you alive, man! ))

"Unlike some people, we don't sweat," Edward said jokingly. This playful banter was as close to friends as he and Jacob ever were, but it was something, nonetheless. He had been nervous watching Jake throw his only daughter ten feet in the air, but at the same time, the werewolf had the best reflexes of anyone he knew- aside from his family.

This felt uneasy, and judging by the way Bella was sticking close to his side, she felt that way too. It wasn't easy to think of Jake as his future son-in-law- Edward much preferred to think of him as a free babysitter for the time being. How could he possibly break this tension?

"So, Jacob," he began, taking Renesmee's hand in his. "Any plans to return to school soon?"

(I hope I'm not misunderstanding again, but I think this time I actually do have permission? Oh well, I'm gonna try)
Renesmee giggled as she flew up and up, and up... The smile that was planted on her Jake's face was genuine and seeing that made her happier than flying high could ever make her. Finally he crouched, jumped up high to catch her, then held her gently, a smirk playing across his face now.
"Does nobody ever wash in this house?", he joked, wrinkling his nose as Renesmee's family made it into the house.
"Unlike some people we dont sweat," her dad countered playfully. Her daddy walked over to them, seeming calm, but Renesmee thought she could detect a flicker of nervousness in his eyes. He smiled at her then and took her hand, then turned his attention back to Jacob.
"So, any plans to return to school soon?" School?
"Jakie? Where do you go to school? Can I come with you? I wanna see school." Renesmee was usually sparing with her words, but the questions flew out of her mouth in an instant. What did her Jake do at school, she pondered.

His daughter's questions made Edward smile. She could be very childlike in some instances, such as now; but all too well, he knew that she was also extremely mature, more mature than any child should be. Renesmee was special, but with her extraordinary talent and abilities came a steep price- she wouldn't be his little girl for very long. Occasionally this thought caused pangs of sadness in Edward, but he reminded himself often how lucky he was to even have a daughter. Even if she would be gone all too soon.

Her question about school brought this tension to the surface of his mind, and he attempted to deflect his thoughts. "You can't go to school with Jake, Nessie," he teased her playfully. "You're much too smart. It would make him look bad." Though his words would have sounded harsh spoken only a few months ago, the smile on his face said a different story. Jacob Black was now someone he could joke with, rather than someone he felt like killing every day.