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(Renesmee)

I didn't know much about children. You know other than the basics. Don't get water on them. Don't put them in the sun. And don't feed them after midnight. Wait, was that children or gremlins? Is there really a difference?

I was terrible with children, which is why me working at a preschool is a really stupid idea.

Not to mention it was in La Push. I knew way to many people from there. And all those people are the ones I didn't want to see.

I wondered if Jacob lived in La Push still. It was probable, but my mother said that he worked in Port Angeles. Which was a least an hour and a half away from La Push. I'm sure he'd want to be close to his son. No one even mentioned him to me. And considering how close he was to my family excluding my dad, you'd think they would talk about him. But they didn't, which was weird. Let's just say he lives in Port Angeles, because I don't want to get crazy about it.

Anyway, people might not even recognize me. I haven't been in Forks for four plus years now. And last time I was here I was sixteen. So of course now I looked different.

I'm taller, my hair is straight. My hips are more rounded, and I grew boobs. I looked different, more mature. I looked like a woman, not a girl.

People didn't call me Nessie in New York either. They called me Ren or Cullen. But people around here people would know those names. I'd have to go by something no one ever called me. Like my middle name, Carlie. That was perfect, it sounded sweet and nice and nothing at all like me.

Hopefully nobody would recognize the girl that got knocked up at sixteen and then left her nineteen year old boyfriend to take care of her baby. That's all this town thought of me, I was either a whore or a bitch or both. A whore because I got pregnant so young. And a bitch because I left them both.

But the town didn't understand. I never intended to keep the baby and then I just flaked out. I new from the second I found out that I couldn't be his mom.

I had a dream. I've always had this dream. See before I even learned to talk or walk, I loved music. It was one thing my father and I had in common. My father loved playing the piano, and I loved listening to him. He was my first teacher, not my only teacher. When the student becomes the master, you need to be taught by someone else.

I was a fast learner, my father was so impressed he was so very proud.

I was a great student, I was at prodigy level. I got accepted into Juilliard at a young age. I was ten, they invited me to be taught in "The Pre-College Division". Which meant I would be able to start off my middle school years through high school. And then I could go straight to college. My father and I were ecstatic, my mother was not.

She said I should grow up like a normal child. She already hated the fact that we lived in a big city. My whipped father, moved us out of Seattle when I was fifteen. And moved us to Forks, so mom would be close to her father Charlie. I always resented her for that, she never cared about my dreams. Though I could understand why she didn't want me to go. She never even went to college, she married my dad and then had me. That was it. That was her whole life.

After I got pregnant my father begged me to abort the baby. But after talking with Jacob, I just couldn't. It didn't feel right. I loved Jacob, I could never hurt anything of his. Let alone his child.

But I couldn't keep the baby, either. Not if I was going to make my dreams come true.

Putting him up for a adoption seemed like the only choice. I found a nice family who couldn't have children. Their names were Emmett and Rosalie Hale-McCarty.

(Flashback)

"Push, Renesmee, push..." My mother said

"I'M TRYING! UGH, IT HURTS!" I screamed at her

"I see the head. Keep pushing Renesmee, the baby's almost out." The doctor said to me.

"I can't do it anymore. I don't wanna do it anymore. Momma, please don't make me do it anymore." I was shaking my head back and forth sobbing. It hurt so bad. I felt like I was being ripped apart. I was never having sex again.

"You have to baby. Your almost done, so just push." she said holding my hand.

I pushed again. I was so close. I think the head was out. Now the shoulders needed to come out, cause apparently you can't pull a baby by the head. I was tired and I didn't have the energy to keep doing this.

"AGH, JUST GET HIM THE HELL OUT OF ME!" I screamed at the doctor.

I pushed the most I could.

"We got him. Congratulations you have a baby boy." the doctor said

The doctor was pulling the baby out of me. I could see the nurse wiping my blood off of him. She bundled him up in a blue blanket.

He cut the umbilical cord, and then the afterbirth proceeded.

He kept screaming. And I felt like he was saying all the things I wanted to say.

"Would mommy like to hold her son?" the nurse asked

"No." I stated firmly

"But..." She started to say, but I interrupted her.

"NO. I'M NOT KEEPING HIM. SO NO, I DON'T WANT TO HOLD HIM OR LOOK AT HIM OR NAME HIM. OR WHATEVER THE HELL ELSE YOU WANT ME TO DO!" I screamed at her.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." She apologized

I couldn't hold him, I couldn't look at him. Because if I did, I knew I'd be tempted to keep him, and I just couldn't do that.

He was going to have a family, who'd love him. Not stupid teenage parents. He was going to have better than that. Rosalie and Emmett were very sweet people. I knew they'd take good care of him.

"I'll hold him." My mother said to the nurse.

She put the russet and blue bundle into my mothers small arms, while the doctor stitched me up.

"Oh, hush up now, sweetie." my mother spoke to the bundle who was still screaming.

"I'll just leave you alone with your family." The doctor said.

"Rosalie and Emmett are on their way." My father said coming in the room.

"Oh, your just too precious. Aren't you? Yes, yes you are." Mom continued to coo.

I just gave birth to a baby I wasn't keeping and I needed my mom. But instead she was cooing over said baby. I rolled over on my side in the bed and started to sob silently. My father came over and held me in his arms. He stroked my hair while I cried.

"Shhh sweetie, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay." he whispered

"Do you wanna hold the baby, Edward?" Mom asked

"No, Bella. I don't." Daddy replied

An hour later Rosalie and Emmett showed up. Rosalie took the bundle out of my mother's hands, I almost smiled at the expression on my mother's face.

"Oh Renesmee, he's perfect! Thank you so much." Rosalie said, I saw tears of joy coming out of her eyes.

"Yeah Ness, thanks." Emmett said.

I hugged them both. It made me happy that I was able to do that for them. I was able to give them a child, when they couldn't have one themselves.

"Sir you can't go in there." I heard someone say outside the door.

I saw the doors open and there was Jacob.

"You weren't even going to tell me that you were giving birth to my baby?" Jacob said looking at me with tears in his eyes.

"Sir you can't be in here." One of the nurses said to Jacob

"I'm the father of the baby." Jacob growled at the nurse.

"Should I call security?" the nurse asked looking at us.

My mother shook her head no. I had the urge to nod yes, because I had a feeling this was going to turn real ugly real fast. The nurses nodded and left.

"It's not your baby. It's not my baby. I'm not the mother, and your not the father. They are." I said to Jacob pointing at Rosalie and Emmett. He looked at them with such hateful eyes.

"Nessie, you can't give up our baby. Especially to complete strangers."

"There not strangers." I insisted

"Nessie, we could be a family. We could get married and raise our baby. Please just give it a chance, honey you know how much I love you." he was on his knees begging.

"No." I said simply. But inside I wanted to die. I was torn by two things I loved. My dream, and my Jacob.

"I'm the father, I have rights." he stated walking away. Then he turned and said "One day Nessie, your going to regret this. And when you do, we won't be here." He said we, like he knew he was going to win custody of the baby.

(End of Flashback)

And that was the last time I saw Jacob Black. A week after I gave birth, I got on a plane to New York and never looked back. I went and finished two years of the pre-college division in Juilliard. Then of course I went to the college.

Jacob ended up getting the baby. I guess the state of Washington thought the baby should be with his natural father. That's why I moved out of that fucking state.

Rosalie and Emmett were devastated. They ended up moving back to their home in Rochester, New York.

My parents eventually moved back to Seattle when my dad got a job offer. So my mom saw less of Jacob's son. My father told me my mother still visited them. That didn't surprise me. I heard she was quite fond of whatever the child's name is. I never found out his name. Never wanted to. The less we knew about each other, the better.

I wondered what Jacob told the kid. Did he say his mother didn't want him? Or did he just not talk about me at all? Or did he find some woman to be the kid's mom? I didn't know. But the last thought made my stomach sick.

So here I was driving to La Push ready for my first day, as a preschool teacher's helper. Whatever the hell that means. Thanks a lot Sue.

Unfortunately she wasn't here with me. She was about to take Charlie to the hospital for the first examination since the shooting.

I pulled up to the preschool. It was right in the middle of the forest. Ain't that a horror movie in the making? The building was small, I figured there was only one preschool class. It looked like a little brick house, except there was three big windows in the front. The windows were decorated in window paint. "La Push Preschool" was what it was called. Aren't they so utterly original?

The kids were already there. Fuck, I was late.

I knocked on the door. A pregnant woman with russet skin and long black hair answered.

"Hello, you must be the one Sue was talking about." she said

"Umm, yes."

"Sue really didn't tell me much about you other than your visiting. I'm afraid to say I forgot your name, these kids really keep me busy." She picked up one of the kids.

"You can call me Carlie."

"Well hi Carlie, I'm Claire." she smiled and shook my hand

"Hi." She seemed nice. Then again everyone did around here.

"So well just get started. Were going to be reading "Little Red Riding Hood". To the children, so if you could just sit in the back with the children while I read that would be great."

"Sure okay."

"Everybody, this is Miss Carlie. Say hi Miss Carlie." she introduced me to the class.

"HELLO, MISS CARLIE." The class said in unison. I waved at them.

I went to go sit in the back. There was this one kid all the way in the back. He moved up next to me, but still away from the others. He looked different from the other children. They all had russet skin and so did he but his was way lighter. He had dark brown hair that looked reddish in the sunlight that was shaped faux hawkish. He had big brown eyes with long eyelashes and high cheekbones. And you could tell he had dimples if he smiled, along with pouty lips.

The kid kept staring at me. It was unnerving to someone who wasn't a fan of kids.

"Um, hi.." I said trying to break the silence.

"Hi." he said smiling widely showing his dimples. This kid was really cute. I found myself smiling back.

"What's your name?" I asked

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." he stated smiling

"Me either. My rents don't like to let me off my leach." I joked

He laughed like he understood the joke.

"And I'm not a stranger, I'm Miss Carlie." I grimaced when I said Miss Carlie, it just sounded so lame.

"Yeah but, I still don't know you." he explained

"You have to get to know me before I can know your name?" That made no sense.

"Yup." he stuck his nose in the air and crossed his arms over his chest. But I could see him cracking a smile.

Claire started reading and since I didn't want to listen, I decide to play this kids' little game.

"Fine. What do you want to know?" I asked

"Are you married?"

"No."

"Do you have any kids?" Technically?

"No."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" What? Okay the first two question were somewhat normal but this one? Was sorta inappropriate.

"What kind of question is that?" I asked

"A question I need ta know." he said

"Why do you need to know?"

"Cuz..." he said thinking

"Cause why?" I asked staring his cute little face down.

"Cuz... ummm..." he looked cute thinking. He had his index finger tapping his chin.

"I'm waiting." I said to him

"Cuz, my dad needs a girlfriend..." He said looking at me shyly. Then he smiled sweetly. My eyes went wide. I was shocked.

"What? Does you dad tell you to day these things?" I was furious. What kind of father makes their kids say that for their own benefit? I mean that's just sick, really sick.

"No, no, he didn't. But I know he's lonely. And I just want daddy to be happy." Aw, this kid was sweet

"So you think I'd be a good match for your dad?" I asked laughing

"Only if you don't have a boyfriend." he smiled

"What's your name?" I asked checking to see if he'd tell me.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he persisted

"Ugh, kid you're impossible."

"Now I know you and daddy would be good together. You sound just like him." he laughed

"Well it's true. Why don't you ask Miss Claire? Unless your dad doesn't like pregnant chicks." Claire seemed like she loved kids.

"Cuz, she's married to daddy's friend. So do you have a boyfriend or not?"

"No I don't, but your not setting me up with your dad. I don't date dads."

"What? Why not? You don't like kids?" he asked looking pouty again.

"Not really..." I muttered

"So you don't like me?" He looked down all sad.

"I didn't say that, I do like you. But I'd like you a lot more if you told me your name." I smiled down at him

"Really?" he looked up at me

"Really!" I assured him

"Ok. Then I'm Jesse."

"Hi Jesse."

The rest of the day, Claire had them learning letters and numbers while they colored. But the whole time Jesse stayed right by me. He really was a sweet kid. And it was a nice feeling, him always by me. Most people didn't really like me so I felt like I just made a new little friend.

Before I knew it I had to leave. I had to leave a half an hour early so I could pick up Charlie from the hospital, since Sue was busy.

"So you and Jesse seem to be chummy." Claire said coming up to me.

"Oh yeah, he's really sweet."

"That's great that he opened up to you. He must really like you cause he's still really shy around me, and I've know him for years." Claire explained

"That's weird he didn't seem shy at all, to me." The way that boy talked? No way was he shy.

"Well he is. He doesn't really connect with the kids here. He's different, so I'm glad he found a friend in you." she said

"Me too." I agreed

I was about to leave when I heard "Miss Carlie?"

"Miss Carlie, where are you going?" Jesse asked

"I have to pick up my grandpa."

"Oh..." he looked down sadly again.

"Don't worry I'll be back tomorrow." I didn't want the poor little guy to be sad on my account.

He smiled at me and then hugged me. "Buh-bye Miss Carlie."

"Good-bye Jesse." I squatted down to his level and hugged him back.

"You can meet my dad tomorrow." Jesse insisted with a mischievous smile.

"Stop trying to set me up with your father." I said sternly

"Sure, sure." he said then he ran off.

Sure, sure. That sounded familiar, but where did I hear it from?

Hope you liked the Jesse/Nessie conversation.

Next Chapter will be in Jacob's P.O.V.

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