"Jacob! Jacob! Jacob!" I screamed with all my might.
"Bella?!?" Jake yelled, fearful of the pain conveyed with each scream I released. "Honey, are you okay?" he asked as he ran to the side of my bed.
"I'm okay…I was just…I just had a nightmare," I whispered through the soreness in my throat.
"You scared me half to death Bells," Jake stated, truly relieved that I was alright. It had been one of those weeks, as the rain fell relentlessly outside my window day after day. Jake is the perfect husband, putting up with all the craziness of an eight month, hormonal, pregnant wife. I was curious as to the sex of our child, but Jake made me promise to wait until its birth to find out—that doesn't mean that Alice doesn't already know. In fact, she continues to torture me every day, hinting at the mystery that drives me insane!
"I'm sorry, but I think it's the rain—I haven't been able to sleep since the storm began on Monday. Can you check to see if someone from the pack knows a remedy?" I asked, hopeful that the traumatizing nightmares would once again disappear. They had originally started the day he died two years ago, but Jake saved my life once again, and pulled me back together. Every ounce of pain I felt out of grievance for him was multiplied with Jake's empathy. Jake rebuilt my heart after he tore it out.
"I'll check, but maybe the Cullens will have a better solution. They have been around longer than any one of us."
"Yeah, I'll check with them later, so Alice probably knows I'm coming," I said as I thought about my vampire family. The Cullens were on good terms with the wolves these days, both finally able to see friends in each other, while I just see my family. Rosalie it seems will never be my family, as she can't even look me in the eye due to guilt; however, Jasper is starting to lighten up, as his control over his thirst gets stronger; Emmett still continues to laugh at my human emotions and reactions; Carlisle and Esme both are like my second set of parents; Alice is still Alice (no real way to elaborate on the subject); Billy is a third dad (actually my father-in-law); everyone in the pack took me in as a part of the wolf family; and best of all, Charlie is the happiest he's ever been. Actually, every time we see each other, (which is every day because Mrs. Clearwater lives next door *wink wink*) he greets me with a smile on his face and a booming "Bells, how are you doing this fine day?"
I always reply with comic response such as a, "Stupendously, and yourself?" Yet today, after three nights in a row filled with nightmares, I simply replied, "I'm fine, you?"
"What's wrong, Bells?" Charlie asked, his observation skills clearly improving since the day he found out about the world of wolves and vampires.
"I just haven't been able to sleep," I replied, remembering the endless chaos of death that swarmed my dreams.
"I believe Emily might be able to help you with that because she used to have nightmares after her mauling," Charlie replied, sincerely trying to keep me from the darkest time of my life. "I don't want my grands--child to suffer along with you," he continued.
"You were going to say grandson! Weren't you?" I asked extremely excited.
"No, no, of course not. I don't know what you're talking about," his voice rising with every lie.
"Stop denying it, I'm going to have a son, a little baby boy…" my voice trailed off in reverie.
"I was not going to say grandson, but grandsons," Charlie stated, emphasizing the plural form of the word.
"Twins?" was the only word that popped out of my mouth in a tone of question.
"Yes Bella, twin boys."