*I don't own Twilight*

Chapter 1

Two days before the birth of Renesmee...

"I'm sorry, kid." For once, Leah's voice was gentle and understanding. Much to Jacob's dismay, she sat right next to him on the porch.

He rolled his eyes, doubting that Leah cared about anyone but herself. "So am I. Go away."

Leah smirked. "I didn't come here to but heads with you. I came here because I-yes I the cold-hearted Leah Clearwater, menace to society-am actually concerned about you, almighty alpha."

Jacob wasn't really sure how to reply to that. Instead, he decided to sulk in self pity as Leah watched him, slowly shaking her head. He prayed desperatly that she would just go away and let him feel sorry for himself in peace.

"Come on, Black. Just look at yourself."

He scowled, and returned to his brooding. But Leah didn't give up so easily, and it was difficult for anyone to ever ignore Leah.

"They got married, Jacob. Of course they are going to...do things that a married couple does. You were supposed to expect that. It was just chance that Edward got that bi-", Jacob gave her a look that made her rethink her choice of words,"girl pregant."

"You don't understand," He argued, irritated by her words.

She put her hand on his shoulder. "Yeah. I do."

They both sighed in union, as it began to rain. Both of them were getting soaked by the intense drops, but Leah was the only one who spoke up.

"Why don't we go inside?" She suggested, sounding slightly motherly.

He shrugged, indifferent to the thought of caughting a cold. He didn't really care about much those days.

Sighing, Leah stayed with him, listening to the tempo of the rain.

"We both are screwed-up, aren't we?" Leah groaned.

Jacob paused, thinking it through. "Yeah. I guess we are."

"But at least we have each other," She stated, hinting something.

Somehow, even though Leah wasn't Jacob's favorite person in the universe, the thought of not being alone was comforting. Almost unnaturally so.

"True." He only uttered one word, afraid of sending out the wrong message.

"I only wish there was a way to make the pain stop," Leah sighed, in a frustrated tone.

And with that, Jacob looked at her, and Leah returned the gaze. They both knew what they were going to do.

Later...

Leah was caught in between four emotions. Joy, perplexment, self-disgust, and worry. She stared at the little stick in her hand, as if it was a magic wand that cast a spell on her. Poof! You're pregant!

And she glared at the tiny red plus, which she blamed for being the cause of this entire situation. Deep down, she knew that it wasn't the plus' fault, but that it was her own-and his. But she never would of expected this turn of events.

Ever since she phased, she had known deep inside of herself that reproducing was never an option. She had stopped "bleeding", aging, along with a whole bunch of other words that begun with -ing. So the thought of her even being able to have a child was insane. But here, on her normally fit figure, was a slight bump.

At first, she thought that she had just been gaining weight, so she cut back on her favorite brand of yummy-but highly fattening-chips. But as the mood swings begun and the strange cravings started...well...she became slightly suspicous.

Honestly, Leah was terrified. Jacob had a soulmate-a leech one at that-and after the day she was born had not interest in Leah. She didn't want her child to be a basturd, or to have to "share" her kid with Renesmee. She wanted...well she wasn't completely ever sure what she wanted.

She paced around her appartment, debating whether or whether not to dial the numbers. Since the Volturi came, Leah had gotten her own place, and two jobs; one as a sub teacher at a Catholic school, and a budding author. Her first book would be published in a month. But Leah wasn't sure whether that was enough to take care of a child.

Taking a deep breath, she pressed each button with a single finger. Impatiently waiting for Jacob to answer, she tapped her long fingernails against the counter.

"Hello?"

"Hi Jacob," Leah figeted as she spoke, "I need to talk to you."

"Just a second," Jacob told little Renesmee something on the other line,"Okay, can you make this quick?"

Leah tried not to be hurt. Renesmee was Jacob's world-his life, his soulmate, his sun or whatever. Leah had gotten used to it-accepted it even. But still, Jacob's stony indifference stung her. She bit her lip.

"Jacob...I'm pregant."

He laughed and seemed happy for her. "Leah, that's wonderful! Who's the lucky guy?"

She wanted to cry. Renesmee was like a mind virus, infecting all the sane people in the mythical universe and turning them into happy-go-lucky dumbos. Rosalie, Bella, Jacob, Edward, Alice, even the Volturi had a tiny soft spot for her in their dark souls...Leah never knew who'd she infect next.

"You."

There was no reply.

*Since Leah's Scars is winding down, here's my next little fic. But don't worry, I can handle doing both*