RENEE'S POV
I had only been in Forks a few months, when the signs revealed that I was breeding. Of course Charlie was surprised. We'd only been together for a year and for six of those we were married. Our time was not easy for several reasons. The first was that he lived in a house. That wasn't so bad. I may have adjusted to it but the constant rain depressed and trapped me. He tried to relieve my depression, by redecorating. His efforts were admirable but the sense of confinement was overwhelming.
We were on one of my scheduled doctor's appointments, when I noticed something. It had vanished before I could have a proper look. The feeling that I was being watched would not vanish. As my pregnancy developed, myself and Charlie spent the majority of our free time at the local reservation, near La Push beach. It was home to members of a Quileute tribe, several of which were Charlie's friends. There was Billy Black and his two daughters, Rachel and Rebecca and the Clearwater's, Harry and Sue with their little Leah. They had welcomed me instantly and would often invite us to their BBQs and send us spare portions of Harry's famous fish fry.
I had found a friend in Sue. She became the friend I had never had. She would often come and visit whilst the men went fishing. It may seem overbearing and traditional, but to me it was normal behaviour. Men were the hunter gatherers and women were the breeders and home-makers.
I was on my way home when the feeling returned. It had been following me ever since I left the clearing. Noticing my tenseness, Charlie asked if I was alright. Nodding my head, he turned his attention to the road. One thing I love about Charlie, he doesn't hover.
That night I couldn't sleep. The baby had grown enough that I could feel its feet, trying to escape me. It was all I could do not to give into the tears that were already building. It was as I reached the bottom stair that I heard a noise. Someone was in this house. Someone I'd never thought to see again.
"Hello Renee."