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Renesmee
I loved hanging out with Billy. In many ways he and Jacob were the same. They both thought taking their girlfriends to the movies was a good taking-it-steady kind of date. Billy had the same eyes and laugh Jacob had.
But there was one thing different. Billy was going to let me have this child, the child Jacob wants to be rid of. I couldn't help but feel angry with him about this. Wasn't having the child a mother's choice? The father wasn't going to carry a boulder on their stomach. And they definately won't be giving birth to a screaming infant. The rest of the family shouldn't have the choice, either, unless the child was making the mother lose her health. I must admit, though, I'm glad Rosalie defended my mom, or I'd have never've been born.
Billy was showing me pictures taken during Jacob's childhood. The heavy photo album was on my lap right now, and I savored every picture before turning the page.
"That was Jacob at three months. He hasn't changed a bit," Billy told me, pointing to a toothless Jacob grinning as somebody took the picture facing a woman's back. Jacob was in the woman's arms. I could see a bit of drool come out of the side of his mouth.
"Ew! Billy!" I laughed. He laughed with me.
"Oh, here's when we entered Disneyland in California, and here's when we had to leave," Billy explained the next two photos.
The caption said, "Jacob, Five Yrs. Old"
The first picture was a wide eyed Jacob fresh into kindergarten. He was staring at Mickey Mouse with adoring eyes.
I had to laugh at the next one. The woman was carrying Jacob football style, while the five year old was screaming, throwing a fit. The woman had a tired grin on her face. I saw she had the same smile Jacob had.
Billy didn't need to explain the next three photos. It was in the middle of Disneyland. Jacob was laughing as he exited a ride. It looked like Billy and Jacob was on the Matterhorn together, while the woman took a picture. In the picture was a laughing Billy and a terrified Jacob. The last was Billy, Jacob, and the woman trying to get the sword out of the stone. All three were laughing.
I looked up to find Billy gone, and Jacob in his place. Jacob had a wide smile spread across his face.
"He showed you the pictures, didn't he?" Jacob asked.
I leaned over to kiss him apologetically. Jacob held me tight until the baby kicked at him.
"Help! I need to breathe!" Jacob joked.
"No, it's more along the lines of, 'I'm gonna throw up.'" I laughed.
Jacob placed his warm hand on my belly. I placed mine on his. We both felt a small kick. Jacob smiled.
"What're we gonna name it?" he asked.
"I was thinking something along the lines of Karrie if it's a girl," I thought aloud.
"Okay, and how about Mike if the little terror turns out to be a boy?" Jacob asked.
"Why Mike?"
"Because a boy was being a terror when I met him. He had a crush on your mom."
"No."
"Okay, how about... Jeffery?"
"Hmm... That's a great name."
"Yay!"
We both laughed. Then we heard footsteps. The pack entered the room. Seth was the first to talk.
"Jacob, man, congrats!" he crowed.
Leah came over to the other side of the bed and hugged me.
"Wow, Renesmee, a mother. You better believe I'm happy for you."
"Without a doubt," I said in her ear.
Paul soon entered with a blonde girl, whom I recognized as Nala, a girl in my physical ed. class in school.
"Wow, Nessie, I guess you can skip school for a while, huh?" Nala said.
I laughed. Then I tried to get up. Jacob held me down.
"You can't be moving around," he said. "That'll drain your energy. Remember yesterday?"
"Yeah," I said reluctantly.
"Okay, everybody out. The lady needs her rest," Quil said, pushing Embry out the door. The pack left the room. I soon fell asleep in Jacob's arms. Who can survive without a Jacob to cuddle with?
Renesmee
I loved hanging out with Billy. In many ways he and Jacob were the same. They both thought taking their girlfriends to the movies was a good taking-it-steady kind of date. Billy had the same eyes and laugh Jacob had.
But there was one thing different. Billy was going to let me have this child, the child Jacob wants to be rid of. I couldn't help but feel angry with him about this. Wasn't having the child a mother's choice? The father wasn't going to carry a boulder on their stomach. And they definately won't be giving birth to a screaming infant. The rest of the family shouldn't have the choice, either, unless the child was making the mother lose her health. I must admit, though, I'm glad Rosalie defended my mom, or I'd have never've been born.
Billy was showing me pictures taken during Jacob's childhood. The heavy photo album was on my lap right now, and I savored every picture before turning the page.
"That was Jacob at three months. He hasn't changed a bit," Billy told me, pointing to a toothless Jacob grinning as somebody took the picture facing a woman's back. Jacob was in the woman's arms. I could see a bit of drool come out of the side of his mouth.
"Ew! Billy!" I laughed. He laughed with me.
"Oh, here's when we entered Disneyland in California, and here's when we had to leave," Billy explained the next two photos.
The caption said, "Jacob, Five Yrs. Old"
The first picture was a wide eyed Jacob fresh into kindergarten. He was staring at Mickey Mouse with adoring eyes.
I had to laugh at the next one. The woman was carrying Jacob football style, while the five year old was screaming, throwing a fit. The woman had a tired grin on her face. I saw she had the same smile Jacob had.
Billy didn't need to explain the next three photos. It was in the middle of Disneyland. Jacob was laughing as he exited a ride. It looked like Billy and Jacob was on the Matterhorn together, while the woman took a picture. In the picture was a laughing Billy and a terrified Jacob. The last was Billy, Jacob, and the woman trying to get the sword out of the stone. All three were laughing.
I looked up to find Billy gone, and Jacob in his place. Jacob had a wide smile spread across his face.
"He showed you the pictures, didn't he?" Jacob asked.
I leaned over to kiss him apologetically. Jacob held me tight until the baby kicked at him.
"Help! I need to breathe!" Jacob joked.
"No, it's more along the lines of, 'I'm gonna throw up.'" I laughed.
Jacob placed his warm hand on my belly. I placed mine on his. We both felt a small kick. Jacob smiled.
"What're we gonna name it?" he asked.
"I was thinking something along the lines of Karrie if it's a girl," I thought aloud.
"Okay, and how about Mike if the little terror turns out to be a boy?" Jacob asked.
"Why Mike?"
"Because a boy was being a terror when I met him. He had a crush on your mom."
"No."
"Okay, how about... Jeffery?"
"Hmm... That's a great name."
"Yay!"
We both laughed. Then we heard footsteps. The pack entered the room. Seth was the first to talk.
"Jacob, man, congrats!" he crowed.
Leah came over to the other side of the bed and hugged me.
"Wow, Renesmee, a mother. You better believe I'm happy for you."
"Without a doubt," I said in her ear.
Paul soon entered with a blonde girl, whom I recognized as Nala, a girl in my physical ed. class in school.
"Wow, Nessie, I guess you can skip school for a while, huh?" Nala said.
I laughed. Then I tried to get up. Jacob held me down.
"You can't be moving around," he said. "That'll drain your energy. Remember yesterday?"
"Yeah," I said reluctantly.
"Okay, everybody out. The lady needs her rest," Quil said, pushing Embry out the door. The pack left the room. I soon fell asleep in Jacob's arms. Who can survive without a Jacob to cuddle with?
