It all started the week after...he left. I was lying in bed with what I thought was the flu. I was sick, tired, and just plain depressed. I didn't want to get out of bed heck, the only reason I got out of bed every morning was probably located in some rainy town across the continent. I quickly recovered from the flu but the week after that the same thing happened. I'd throw up my breakfast and then be fine the rest of the day. I didn't know what was going on and I didn't want to know so I just kept things secret for a while. After about two weeks of the constant sickness I realized something, my er...monthly cycle was late, I was pueking basically every morning, and my clothes were beginning to feel snug. I starred at my stomach and the tiny bump of what I thought was fat due to depression because Edward left was actually a baby.
I must have sat on the floor for hours just starring at the wall in shock but when Charlie came home I had to snap out of it and pretend that everything was perfectly fine. I knew I had to do something and do it quick, I was carrying a half vampire half human child and I had no idea what was going to happen. I decided I was going to flee town telling only Jake what was going on. He was completly disgusted with me, he lectured me for hours about how wrong it was of him to do such a thing.
By the third week of my pregnancy I was no where to be found to anyone but Jake. I stayed in the Cullens' house which had been left with almost all it's furniture and a pantry full of food in it. Jake checked in on me daily and told everyone I had left town in search of the Cullens. My pregnancy lasted about a month and a half and labor was brutal. The baby broke my spine, fractured my ribs and after I delivered the baby I transformed into an immortal. The baby left behind bits of venom in me which partially made me vampire. I could still sleep, eat human food, and luckily for me get injured, but I now had the vampire strength, speed, and hunting skills just like the baby.
The baby turned out to be a girl and in honor of my mom and Esme I named her Renesmee. She was perfect, a sweet girl-next-door whose curly hair and perfect face would make anyone stop and stare. Her face deeply resembled Edwards and it wasn't until twenty five years after her birth that he would cross both mine and Renesmee's path.