I Have Something To Show You

"Hey, did I tell you what Jared and Quil told the pack earlier?" Jacob asked me, staring at the ceiling in my room and rubbing my upper arm.

"No. Wait, let me guess. Well, I know that Jared told you that Kim's pregnant…again. Right?"

"Yup."

"Goodness, what is that? Like, five?" I asked incredulous.

"No, it's their seventh child!"

"Well, it's a good thing Kim has a booming business as a pediatrician. Otherwise I don't know how they would support their family."

"Yeah, and don't forget that Jared's a lawyer!" Jacob said.

"Anyway…what's up with Quil? Is it about Claire?" I asked excited. I loved Quil's wife, Claire. She's the sweetest werewolf's wife ever! Kim is nice too, but she's always working.

"Yes, it does have to do with Claire."

"Oh, please tell me!" I craned my neck to peck him on the cheek. And then I gasped and jumped out of the bed. "Tell me now before they come home!" I pulled on my underwear and bra and threw him his boxers as he told me the news.

"Claire finally got pregnant!"

"Oh, you're kidding!" I said. Claire and Quil have been trying to get pregnant since their wedding night a year and a half ago. "Oh, I have to congratulate her next time I talk to her." I said, pulling on a pair of black relaxing short-shorts. I only wore them around the house. The I pulled a white camisole, a light blue shirt, and a dark blue shirt.

When I turned around, Jacob was already dressed. He swept me up into his arms, pecked me on the lips, and dashed down the stairs and out the front door as Edward was walking in. I raced down the stairs and was at my dad's side in a few seconds. "Hi Daddy," I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

"Hello, sweetie," he said, kissing my hair. "What did you and Jacob do while we were out?"

"Talked and watched television," I said, skipping over to the white couch with my hands behind my back. Just then, Emmett came down in a blue fleece bathrobe. "Ugh. Uncle Emmy, just go back to your room," I said. When I was younger, I used to call him Uncle Emmy just to be cute. He didn't mind but he could never say no when I called him that. I sat down on the couch with my knees against my chest and my arms wrapped around my knees. He turned around immediately and walked back to his room whistling an unknown tune.

"Would you like to go back to the cottage soon, honey?" Edward asked me. "Your mother is already there. Even after 16 years, she's still the messy eater she was the first time I took her hunting. Although, we didn't do some of the activities your mother and I did the first time I took her hunting," he coughed. "Anyway, she went home to change. You can go join her at home if you wish but I have to talk to Carlisle."

"Sure Daddy," I skipped back to him and pecked him on the cheek on my way out the door.

"Tell your mom that I'll be home in a few minutes," my father called after me.

I should've gone out the back, I thought to myself, I like jumping over the river from back there. It didn't really matter but it was my preference. I had to jump the river that was right behind the house. I had a running start and when I looked down, I was soaring over the glistening river. I landed fifteen feet away from the water on the other side of the bank. Then I was bolting through the woods until I saw our quaint little house that I loved. I love giant houses but I was in love with the cottage Esme had provided for my mom and dad. My dad and Esme offered to buy my mom a big house but Bella refused. Edward's told me stories of when my mom was human and how she still didn't accept elegant gifts. He never completely knew why.

When I walked into my living room, the fireplace was holding a blazing flame in it. "Hi Mommy!" I yelled. I walked down the small hallway to my parents' room to see that their giant closest doors were open. I walked in to see my mom's previous clothes on the floor, a bloody mess. She was digging through the dresser at the back of the humongous closet. I was at her side in a heartbeat to help her. I was kind of like Alice with my fashion, I knew it.

"Jeans and a t-shirt, pajamas, or lingerie for when Dad comes home?" I inquired. I placed my hand on her arm to give her examples.

"Umm…how about the jeans and t-shirt for now and…" she stopped herself mid-sentence. "Lingerie I'll place out for later," she mumbled.

"Oh, I'm sleeping at Carlisle's tonight, huh?" I asked, a tired look on my face. I've had to do it often this week.

"Or, you could go hunting with Emmett and Rosalie and we'll be done when you get back," she said.

"No, it's alright Mom," I said, pulling out a pair of her dark wash flare jeans and a purple t-shirt. Then I pulled out piece of lingerie that made both of us go into a fit of giggles. It was the black lingerie my mom had worn on Isle Esme on her honeymoon that my father had torn to shreds. Well, they both liked it so much that Alice flew back to France and got my mom got another piece of it. We were in hysterics, almost on the ground, because my mom had buried it at the bottom of her drawer full of lace and satin. When we pulled ourselves together, we walked to her giant, white bed that was transported from Isle Esme to here. Apparently, I was conceived on that bed and Bella and Edward really liked it so Esme brought it to North America. We were still giggling when we reached the bed, and when we stopped laughing, there was an awkward silence. I didn't know why, so I decided to break it.

"So…Mom, do you want to know what Jacob and I did while you were gone?"

"Um…sure," she replied, and I could hear the hesitance in her voice.

"We talked," I said simply, then became more tense. "I have something to show you," I placed my hand on her arm to show her the memory of Jacob and me talking. The one with my comforter covering our naked bodies and him stroking my arm. I'd been wanting to tell my mom for awhile now that I was no longer having…a white wedding. I was looking down at the floor as I let the memory play on in my mother's head, waiting for her reaction.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Do you not understand?" I questioned. Alright, I thought, but I thought she knew. I showed her memory of when it was happening.

"No, no honey, I don't want to see that," she said, pulling away. "I thought you were going to wait?! You had sex! Oh, my goodness!" I saw that she was having trouble wrapping her head around this.

"Mom, you can't tell Dad! Please, I wanted to trust you because it's been on my chest and weighing me down for months!" I said.

"Months?!" she gasped.

"Yes, Mom, I've done it many times," I said, showing her the memory of my first time.

"I get it!" she said, pulling back again. She was gazing at me, still trying to comprehend what I just told her. "Well, what's done, is done," she grumbled, "you can't take it back. So, I'm not mad. It was going to happen at some point anyway. It just happened a little earlier than I had thought it would have," she said, looking at me with softer eyes, and closing the space between us to wrap her arms around me.

"I'm sorry Mom," I whispered.

"It's okay, honey," she said, rubbing my back. "I'm happy that you felt comfortable enough to come tell me."

"I don't think Daddy would be this calm," I laughed nervously. "So…he won't know about it?"

"Know about what?" she asked. She winked at me and we walked out of her bedroom with her arm around my shoulder into the living room.