Carlisle's POV
I raised my head when Rosalie busted through my door. Usually, they were kind enough to knock, even though it wasn't quite necessary. Just then I noticed Nessie. "What happened?"
"I don't know. One moment she was walking down the stairs. The next thing I know she fell. I tried to catch her but I wasn't quick enough," Rose answered swiftly.
I nodded my head, as I lifted one eye lid, I flickered a light past it. She was responsive. "Nessie? Nessie are you okay?"
I watched Nessie squirm and placed a hand on my face. It had taken me a few times to get used to her gift, but I focused on what she had wanted to show me.
I saw her fall and hit her head on the stairs, and Rose as she lifted her up and then it went black. "I think you'll be okay, Ness," I said. "But, I think that you're going to be sentenced to being bedridden. Or couch-ridden," I continued, before Nessie interrupted me, with her first words since she'd blacked out.
"Noooo," Nessie whined.
"Yes, Renesmee. Unless one of us, or Jacob, is carrying you, you're stuck to the couch or your bed. Understand?"
I didn't understand why, but Nessie started to sob. I looked to Rose, confused, but Nessie pressed her hand against my face again. This time I saw her and Jake; she had questioned him on the proposal, and hadn't liked his answer. She was visibly upset. She felt bad, that was obvious, too.
"Nessie, would you like us to get Jake for you?" I asked her?
She nodded her head and sat up. She hugged me. "My head hurts, and I don't feel too good…"
Renesmee POV
I hugged Grandpa. "My head hurts, and I don't feel too good…" I said just before I threw up into a bucket Grandpa had, I assumed, moved to the side of the gurney when he examined me the other day. "Can someone go find Jake, Aunt Rose said she was going to have Mama find him, but, well, that was before I fell and got hurt." I paused, and then looked back at Grandpa. "Can you give me some medicine? My head really, really hurts."
Grandpa nodded his head to me, and filled a syringe with a clear fluid. I assumed it was morphine. "Morphine?" I questioned.
"Yes." Grandpa responded.
I nodded my head and looked away as Grandpa handed Rose the morphine filled syringe and put an IV in me, and started a saline drip. Once he got that started he took the morphine and pushed it into the line. Immediately I could feel the effects. My eyesight became a bit blurred, though I could still see. My sight was now equivalent to that of a human's; which was rather bad for me.
"Can someone carry me downstairs now, please? I think I'd like to rest."
"No, Nessie. You're going to rest on the gurney for now," Carlisle said, as he pulled the rails on either side of me up.
I huffed, but I didn't argue, I felt too tired. My head pounded, and I wasn't quite sure that I was going to recover. I love Jake, and I knew that, everyone knew that. So why did I react how I did? That wasn't like me. Crack! "Grandpa! I heard a crack…"
Grandpa lifted my shirt so he could see my ribcage-area. He taped up the broken rib and kissed me forehead. "There you go. You're pregnancy is almost similar to your mother's, however it's not as quick. I think that you'll end up having the baby in the next week or two."
I nodded my head and the tears welled up in my eyes. I was scared, unsure. I didn't know what to do. I was sure my family would help me. I knew I had hurt Jacob with when I asked him about the marriage proposal. I'd been stupid. So, so stupid!
As I lay there, I heard someone storm up the staircase. My eyes scanned the room and rested on the door. The tears breached the brim of my eyes and fell over. My eyesight blurred, which made it quite a bit harder for me to see, but I could make out the large form in the doorway. "Jake, is that you?" I sobbed.
He moved closer to me, as he pulled a chair up to sit at my bedside. "Yes, Nessie, it's me," he said. "I'm not upset with you. Are you okay?"
So he wasn't upset after all. Well, that was a relief. I nodded my head. "Grandpa says I have to stay bedridden or couch-ridden until the baby comes. But he says we only have about a week or two before the baby comes…" I trailed off.
"What? Two weeks at most? You're joking."
"Nope, he says it appears, from what he can tell, that I got pregnant the first time we had sex," I said. I pressed my hand to his face, and showed him the darkened night, the stars and moon shone brightly above. I pulled my hand from him face and sighed. "Well, you should be used to these… quick… pregnancies. You stood there threw Mama's."
He nodded his head. "But, I wasn't the Dad. I only had to get used to the fact that I had lost Bella."
That stung. I knew he loved me, but he had once loved and fought to be with Mama, too. I shook my head, as I attempted to clear those thoughts from my mind. "Ow! Ow!" It felt as if something had stabbed me. "Carlisle" I screeched. He'd get over that I didn't yell 'grandpa'. I was in pain.
Jacob grasped my hand. "Squeeze as tight as you need to, Ness."
I nodded my head and squeezed his hand as tightly as I could. I could see Grandpa Carlisle as he skidded to a halt beside me. "What's wrong, Nessie?"
"It hurts," I yelled. "It hurts!"
I watched him nod his head and moved to start examining me. "Jacob, go get Edward. Now," Carlisle demanded.
He nodded, leaned down and kissed my forehead and darted from the room. "Edward!" Jacob called as he rushed around. "Edward, Carlisle needs you! It's Nessie!"
Next thing I knew, Daddy and Jacob were back. Jake returned to my side, and Edward reported to Carlisle.
"What's wrong, Carlisle?" Edward asked.
"I just need an extra set of hands. She's feeling pain, and I think the baby should be here anywhere from one to two weeks. But, it could be sooner, or later. We're dealing with something similar to Bella's pregnancy, but completely different, too, because she's half-and-half, and Jacob is a shape-shifter. So, we have to be careful." Carlisle paused and looked at me. "Is there anything that sounds good?"
I nodded my head. "Eggs."
Daddy smiled, and I assumed that reminded him of when Mama was pregnant with me.
"I'll go make you some eggs, Ness." Edward said.
I nodded my head, yet again. "Ow!" I screeched again. "No, no eggs. Get this baby out of me! I'm serious! Get this baby out of me!" I cried.
