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Chapter Four-

JPOV

Nessie was hunched over on the couch, reeling in pain. It was nearly impossible for me to watch this happening to my Nessie. I wanted so much to help, but there was no way for me to do that.

"What can we do, Carlisle?" I asked, frantically. "What's happening?"

"Get her upstairs." The doctor ordered me. I carefully picked her up, one hand under her knees and the other under her shoulders. I carried her, nearly running, up the stairs. Nessie let out a blood-curdling scream. I could feel the small of my back start to shake.

Not now, Jacob. I thought to myself. Not in front of Nessie, not while she is so close to me, right in the path of destruction I could cause.

"Which room?" I asked through my teeth.

Control yourself.

"In my study." He said.

I stood in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do. Carlisle entered the room pushing a big, metal table. Emmett and Jasper pushed all the furniture to the sides of the room. I carefully set Nessie onto the table. She lifted her hand to my cheek. I then saw the picture of this room, set up almost exactly the same, but Bella was on the table instead. It was a memory of Nessie's birth.

"Yes, this is the same room. Same thing, different person." I said.

Why the hell would she be worrying about what room she was born in when she could be dead in a matter of minutes now?

Her hand fell from my face and thumped down on the table. She started clutching her stomach again. Carlisle started taking off her jeans.

"What are you doing?" I asked

"She's not puking blood and it's not showing any signs of ripping through her. This baby is half human. Who knows, the birth could be normal."

A while later, I realized Carlisle had said the most important words in all of this.

"She's fully dilated at 10 centimeters. It's time."

I was holding her hand. Bella was on the other side of the table holding her other hand and patting her face with a damp towel. There was sweat covering Nessie's body and she was still screaming from the contractions.

"Nessie," Said Carlisle "I'm going to need you to push now."

Nessie screamed even louder and squeezed my hand until I felt bones cracking. But I wasn't worried about that. They would heal. I just wanted Nessie to stop feeling so much pain.

"You're doing very well, Nessie." Carlisle said "Now I need you to give me one last, big push."

She screamed for a few seconds, and then stopped. Silence took its place. I saw Nessie's head drop in exhaustion. She was panting now. Trying to catch her breath. It was then that I realized it: we got through it. Nessie got through this without getting hurt. The baby didn't hurt Nessie, it didn't bite its way through and kill its mother. This baby was different. Then I looked over at the thing in Carlisle's arms. It just looked like he was holding a big pile of yellow blanket. His eyes widened. His face had grown extremely frightened.

"No." He said. "Jake, I need your help, now"

"Why?" I asked.

"It's the baby. She's dead."

I'm sorry I left it at a cliffy again. I, personally don't like cliffy's, so I won't do them that much. And I'm sorry this one's so short. Tell me what you think about it and what you think should happen next. Thanks!