A/N: Okay, so, take two. On the advice of Kimmydonn, I've gone back and revised this, changing it to Renesmee's POV instead of Bella's as it originally was. Hope you like this better! ~ X-NessieCullen-X ~

Renesmee's POV

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen," I heard my mother call up the staircase. She spoke in a normal human tone. "Bring yourself down here right this instant!"

I huffed as I slid out of my room as quietly as I could manage, though I knew my family's keen senses would hear anyways. Sometimes it was the worst thing in the world to live in my house, but sometimes it wasn't as bad.

"Renesmee, your Mother said to get down here. She meant now!" I heard my father call.

"Yes, Daddy," I said. "I'm coming down now! You should've known that already!" Grr, I thought. What good is it having a mind-reader as a father if he still yelled at you for the things he knew you were doing!

As I finally finished descending the staircase I spoke. "You called, Mama? Daddy?" I questioned as innocently as I could manage. Shit! They know! Uhhhhghhhh! Dad! Get out of my head! I wish I were special like Mom; she can keep him out of her head…

"Of course we called. Don't pretend you didn't hear me the first time! Your hearing is almost as good as our own! You know I know what you did," Mama chastised lightly, her eyes flickered toward Jasper who had entered the room.

Yes! Jasper came to my rescue!

"He may have calmed us, Renesmee Carlie, but that doesn't mean that you won't be grounded for the next month! You and Jacob are not to have sex again; do you understand me, young lady?" Edward stated.

I wonder if I did the right thing. I probably didn't… But, I was only – half – human after all. No one can expect me to be perfect.

"Oh, yes we can!"

"Dad! Stay out of my head!" I whined like a two year old. I knew he hated when I did that.

"Nessie, you know how much Jacob's imprinting on you bothers me. I remind myself that you could do worse, but, well, he smells. Yet he makes you happy. That is what counts," Daddy said. "Now get back up to your room while your mother and I discuss this, and don't come back down until you're told to!"

I stomped my foot and crossed my arms, but retreated back up the stairs. Halfway up the stairs I started to run. My stomach had turned suddenly, and I no longer felt well. I darted into the bathroom, and slammed the door behind me. I dropped to my knees in front of the toilet and threw up.

Ugh, I thought. I think I may be pregnant. I'm scared of how Mama and Daddy are going to react. This can't be good.

Downstairs I could hear Mama on the phone.

"Hi, yes, this is Bella Cullen. I need to speak with Dr. Cullen if he's available."

I heard Mama pause; I figured she was listening to the other end, because suddenly she was speaking again.

"Yes, please have him call me as soon as he's available."

I heard yet another pause.

"Thank you. Have a great day."

And then I heard Mama's phone snap shut. I finally stood back up, and reached for my toothbrush and the toothpaste so I could brush my teeth. My mouth felt hideous now that I'd gotten sick.

Before I had even finished brushing my teeth, I'd dropped my tooth brush and sat on the toilet, my head in my hands, sobs wracked my chest.

In moments I heard the door to the bathroom open, and I looked up. "Y…yes, Mama?" I sobbed.

She moved to me, and pulled me up and into her arms. I laid my head against her shoulder, my face cuddled into the crook of her neck. My tears still flowed, and landed on Mama's cashmere shirt. Hmm, Alice must have dressed her today…

"What's wrong, Nessie?" Mama asked.

"I… I don't feel good!"

Mama's phone vibrated just then, I could tell because I'd felt it. She shifted me into one arm and reached for her phone in a single movement. She snapped it open and answered.

"Hello?"

I could hear both ends of the conversation, since Mama was much closer than when she was downstairs.

"Bella, what's wrong?" I heard Carlisle ask Mama.

"Something's wrong with Nessie… She and Jake are at the intimate part of the imprinting stage. They, well, we think they've had sex." Mama said.

"And the issue is…?" Carlisle asked, confused.

"Well, now she's throwing up, and sobbing uncontrollably. I… I think she might be pregnant."

"Well, I'll be home within two hours. Will she be fine until then?"

"I think so. Anything in particular we should do until you get home?"

"Just… monitor how many times she becomes ill."

"Alright, enjoy the rest of your shift. We'll see you when you get home."

Mama hung up her phone, and placed it back into her pocket as she carried me into my room and laid me down on my bed. She sat beside me, and caressed my forehead. "Nessie, why did you and Jake have sex this young?"

"Because we love each other," I lied. Well, it wasn't completely a lie. But, it was enough of a lie that I could get into trouble for it. I'm not even sure I intended for us to have sex. Maybe it was a mistake…

"When Carlisle gets home, he's going to examine you. How many times have you gotten sick today?"

"Just a few times," I said, softly.

"Does a few times mean two? Or does it mean three or more times?"

"More like six or seven, since before you and Daddy called me downstairs," I whined lightly. I leaned over the side of my bed to the bucket I had moved there earlier in the day and threw up, again.

I rolled over and laid my head in Mama's lap and sobbed. I pressed my hand to my Mama's neck, and showed her how I'd been feeling for the past two months. "Is this how you felt when you were pregnant with me?"

I looked at her face, only slightly confused, as I waited for her answer.

"Similar. But remember, I didn't believe it to be possible for me to be pregnant. We know that you can become pregnant. And it wasn't a question about me being able to back then, but we didn't know your father could, well, father children."

I nodded my head a little against her and fell asleep.