Chapter 7 - Ultrasound

Warning: Somewhat graphic. There will be some...probing...

Jacob POV

Edward's t-shirt hugged his body a little bit tighter today. Funny, I wouldn't have expected his belly to start appearing so soon. Hearing my thought, he tugged at the shirt hem in a feeble attempt to loosen it, looking away from me self-consciously.

"Don't worry, Ed. It's only a little bit tight around the middle," I said, doing my best to sound as soothing as possible.

It didn't work, and he frowned. "I'm gonna be fat and ugly," he whined. He sounded so pathetic, but it was endearing.

"Oh, Edward, you could never be ugly." He rolled his eyes, but I could tell he liked it. He always liked it when I told him he was hot. "Fat? Maybe." I teased with an indifferent shrug.

He smirked and gave me a playful shove. I decided to change the subject—I mean, it was the big day! What were we doing talking about whether his t-shirt fit right or not.

"So, are you excited? Today's the day we finally get to see our baby!" I was so freakin' excited. We had been waiting almost a week, because there had been some delay with the order of the machine. So instead of three days, it was five. Needless to say, the anticipation was killing me.

His response did not mirror mine. He shrugged, thinking to himself as he spoke. "Yes and no. I mean, I want to see what's been making me so tired and pukey, but what if its a mutant? A freak?" He was really bumming himself out; it was written all over him.

I tried to reassure him. "It's going to be fine, Edward, you'll see for yourself right now. Don't let what the tribe said go to your head." He nodded, a sullen look on his face. I went on. "But it's bound to be a freak of some sort...a totally unique, one of a kind freak!" He smiled at that.

My excitement was bubbling over now, and out of nowhere, I cried, "We're going to be daddies!"

My emotions caught on. "We are!" he replied, mirroring my enthusiasm.

"Well, technically...you're the mommy!" Edward's face dropped and he narrowed his eyes at me. Oh crap. Why do I do shit like that? That sort of remark was never good even when Edward was normal, let alone pregnant with crazy mood swings.

"I am NOT having a mood swing," he growled. "I'm a man, goddamn it. Never call me that again, do you hear me?" He even pointed at me.

I put up my hands defensively. "Okay, okay..." I said, turning away from him.

Mommy.

And I hauled ass out of there, Edward hot on my heels. He wasn't as fast as he had been, but that wasn't saying much—he was still a speed demon. He would probably end up catching me, but I was going to be damned sure to make him work for it.

That afternoon, the whole family was gathered in the makeshift hospital room Carlisle had created in the basement. There was all kinds of hospital-y looking equipment you would see on TV surrounding a hospital bed that was in a half reclined position. I was more than happy to share our miracle with them—my chest was swollen with pride and I was practically trembling with anticipation that I was about to finally see our baby.

Edward was lying on the hospital bed, his shirt bunched up around his ribs. I was standing right beside him and the rest of his family formed a semicircle around us, although they stood a few feet back. I guess their eyesight was good enough that they didn't need to be all that close to see what would appear on the screen. Carlisle was standing at the foot of the bed, fiddling with the monitor and waiting for the equipment to warm up.

The vampires chattered quietly amongst themselves; everyone was excited to see the little peanut. I gazed down at Edward's exposed belly. His abs were no longer defined, but the bump wasn't full-scale yet, only a slight roundness. It was really cute already...God, he was going to be fucking adorable when he got bigger. I tried to imagine a big old pot belly on him. Edward chuckled and shook his head at me. I knew he didn't relish the thought of getting a big belly right now, but I was sure he would get used to the idea, especially now that he would know for sure that there was real life inside him. He smiled wider, and looked to Carlisle.

"Almost ready, old man?"

Carlisle smirked as he came closer, the ultrasound receiver in one hand and a tube of gel in the other. "Patience is a virtue..." he teased.

"...that I don't possess right now," Edward retorted. Everybody laughed.

"Yeah, get on with it, Carlisle! We're dying with suspense over here!" Alice cried, clapping her hands excitedly.

"Alright, alright. This might be a little cold." Carlisle squirted some gel on his bare belly and Edward flinched a little. Then Carlisle placed the receiver on his skin and pressed down, while keeping an eye on the screen.

My eyes were glued to the little monitor, but all that I could see where fuzzy blobs and masses. Nothing that resembled a baby. Carlisle seemed to know what he was looking at though, as he muttered to himself, "Hmm...interesting...makes sense..."

"What does? What makes sense?" I asked. My impatience to see something was practically tearing me apart.

"The amniotic sac appears to have attached itself to the appendix, which is probably acting as a siphon for the food you eat to get to the baby," Carlisle explained.

"Glad to see that an appendix is good for something," Edward joked.

Carlisle smiled as he pushed the receiver harder against Edward's skin. Soon, he was frowning, as the screen showed nothing more than the opaque round shape of the amniotic sac. "The sac is too thick for the device to pick up the baby. This isn't going to work." He paused. He muttered to himself, "I'll have to do this a different way."

He thought about something for a few moments, making Edward swallow loudly. "Do they all have to be here?" he squeaked.

Rosalie piped up at that. "YES. When the hell else will we get to see the miracle of life, you selfish prick!"

Edward sighed. Carlisle reassured him, "Don't worry, I'll put a sheet over you."

Edward nodded, looking away as Carlisle covered his lower body with a large white sheet and slipped his hands underneath it. There was a rustling and moments later, Carlisle's hands re-emerged holding Edward's sweatpants and boxers, which he placed on a nearby chair.

Carlisle started to prepare the long cylindrical tube; slipping a rubber covering over it that looked like a condom and coating it generously with lubricant. I remembered vaguely from health class that sometimes internal ultrasounds gave a better picture. I guess the amniotic sac was as thick as Edward's skin, too difficult for the sound waves to penetrate through two superhumanly tough layers. While it made sense for Carlisle to do it this way, I could practically taste Edward's embarrassment. I didn't look at Jasper, but I was sure he was feeling it too. The others were silent; I couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking, but I didn't dare to turn and look at them. Instead, I focused on Edward, taking his hand in mine. He gripped it tightly and gave me a weak smile.

"Alright, knees up, son. Place your feet in the stirrups," Carlisle instructed gently. Edward followed his directions with reluctance. I could just sense the giggle bubbling up in Emmett's throat, so I turned to him with a threatening expression.

"Eyes on the screen, people!" I warned them all with a blanket statement. Emmett put up his hands defensively and they all averted their eyes to the screen.

Edward gasped as Carlisle inserted the probe, turning his face away from the others and shutting his eyes tight. He tensed up as Carlisle tried to push further in and a little tear of humiliation escaped. I squeezed his hand to try to ease the pressure on him, blocking his face so no one could see his tear—though they could probably smell the salt, I hoped that they were too focused on the screen to notice.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jasper cringe slightly and he gritted his teeth, like he was trying to ward off some encroaching emotion. Oh god, was this hurting him? I quickly looked to Edward, who did not meet my eyes, but he shook his head minutely in answer. He appeared to be biting his cheek, like he did in bed when he struggled to hold back a moan. Then, I realized. No, it wasn't hurting him. It felt good. Too good. I shook my head at myself for not realizing sooner—Edward loved getting fucked, and that was essentially what Carlisle was doing to him.

Edward let out a small whimper as the probe pushed further in. Carlisle was going slowly so he wouldn't hurt Edward, not realizing how much torturous pleasure he was giving by doing it that way. I glanced down at the sheet covering his lap and was greeted by a steadily growing tent. I swiftly adjusted my position beside him to try to block the view of the others, but I was too late.

"Gross! Are you turned on, Eddie?" Emmett guffawed loudly. Jasper's shoulders sagged as he surely was feeling a strong combination of Edward's lust and embarrassment.

Not letting go of Edward's hand, I faced Emmett. I was shaking with anger and it felt like steam was coming out of my ears; I was so pissed at him.

"Fuck off, Emmett! You think he wants this right now? He can't help it—haven't you ever heard of a prostate?" That shut him up for now. He looked down at the floor, properly scolded.

"I'm sorry, Edward. I'll try to avoid it," Carlisle said in a reassuring tone. Edward nodded slightly as another tear escaped. He was really trying to ignore the sensations in his ass, but he was failing. I suddenly felt really calm, and I gave Jasper a small smile of thanks.

"Okay, I think that'll do it. I have to move it around a little until I get a picture though," Carlisle warned. Edward nodded and gritted his teeth, squeezing my hand hard as Carlisle searched and probed, rubbing his spot repeatedly. I was happy his strength wasn't what it used to be—before, my hand would surely have been crushed; now, I could feel the hairline fractures spreading through the bones, but they would quickly heal. I watched as Edward struggled not to cry out, wishing I could do something more to help. I wished I was a giant, so I could block both his face and his lap from view. The sheet now sported a damp spot from his precum, which I hoped no one else would notice.

Edward's predicament was thankfully forgotten as an image finally appeared on the screen, and there was a collective gasp from around the room.

"There we go!" Carlisle announced.

I was distracted from the monitor by the commotion behind me and I turned my head to see the family absolutely thrilled. Esme and Alice were squealing with glee, holding each other by the upper arms and jumping in place. Emmett was grinning and clapping a very joyful Jasper on the shoulder. Even Rosalie cracked a smile. My own smile spread across my face as I turned back to look at my baby.

The head was clearly defined in profile, with a nose and a mouth and eyes that were sealed shut. The little body was curled up tight, and I could see the umbilical cord coming from the baby's belly. The hand we could see was balled into a fist, but the thumb was sticking up, like he was going to suck on it. The image was kind of fuzzy, but it was clear enough. It looked like any other ultrasound image—nothing odd or out of place; not an abomination, not a mutant. A normal child. My eyes welled up with tears. I shook Edward's shoulder; he still had his eyes shut.

"Open your eyes, babe! Look, there he is!"

His eyes flew open and he raised himself up on his elbows to look. "He? You can tell?" he asked, his own excitement growing.

I shook my head. "No, I just have a feeling."

"Yes, it's too soon to tell," Carlisle confirmed.

Edward smiled as he stared at the picture of our little miracle. The baby was making small, jerky movements which moved its thumb close enough to its mouth for it to actually suck on it. Everybody sighed contentedly at the adorable sight. Tears of happiness welled in Edward's eyes as I let a few of my own wet my cheeks. Fuck masculinity—this was our baby we were looking at!

"It's really real," Edward breathed, eyes still fixed on the screen. I squeezed his hand affectionately and he looked at me then, his eyes full of love. I'm sure my own expression mirrored his—I was certainly feeling it.

"It looks like one month for you equals two and a half in human pregnancies, judging from the size and movements the baby is making," Carlisle stated. "Good news there—gestation won't be that long, and you're nearly out of the woods in terms of first trimester nausea and fatigue."

"Thank God." Edward sounded relieved. I was too; I hated seeing him puke all the time.

After a few more minutes of everyone fawning over the baby, Carlisle interrupted, "Alright, time to give the fathers a break."

The family grumbled a little as Edward laid back against the bed. Although he was obviously happy to have seen the baby, he was no doubt looking forward to having the probe removed from his ass. Carlisle slid it out easily and printed out a few photos, quickly ushering everyone upstairs to allow Edward some privacy so he could get dressed.

Now that we were alone, Edward and I stared into one another's eyes, expressing all of the joy and love we felt that we couldn't find the words for. Soon however, Edward's expression darkened and he turned his face away from mine to stare at the wall, his eyes shiny with fresh tears.

"You okay?" I asked, quietly. Edward nodded, but he refused to meet my eyes. He took a shaky breath and let it out slowly, his body slumping a little in defeat.

"It was just so humiliating," he muttered, dejected.

I gave his shoulder a sympathetic squeeze. "I know. I think humiliation kind of goes with the territory when you're pregnant though."

He sighed and closed his eyes, causing a stray tear to fall. I needed to do something to make him feel better. Keeping my mind clear, I slowly trailed my hand from his shoulder, across his chest, over his doughy abs and down to the edge of the sheet. I wanted to take the embarrassment away and turn it into something good. I wanted him to know how much I loved him, especially now when he was going through all of this for the sake of our baby.

Making sure my mind was a blank, I dipped my hand beneath the sheet and wrapped my fingers around his waning erection, giving it a gentle tug. His eyes flew open and he looked at me sharply, somewhat shocked by my sudden action. I shot him my sexiest smile and rubbed my thumb over the tip, spreading the precum that had gathered there. He gave in with a sigh, resting his head back down on the table as I picked up the pressure and speed. My hand never faltering, I leaned down to capture his lips with mine. He returned the kiss with a ferocity that I didn't expect, but certainly welcomed. Our tongues massaged one another as I felt him grow to full mast in my palm.

It's been too long. I need to taste you.

He whimpered as I released his lips from mine. Moving down to the end of the exam table, I grabbed his thighs and lifted his feet back into the stirrups. He breathed a quiet chuckle at that, and I winked at him, removing the sheet and letting it float to the floor. His back tensed for a moment as the cool air touched his straining cock.

Mmm, don't worry. It won't be cold for long.

Barely giving him time to register what I meant, I bent down and took him into my mouth as far as I could. A small cry tumbled from his lips, and his hips bucked unconsciously. I stilled his hips with my hands, and suctioned my cheeks around him, letting my hot mouth work its magic.

It had been a while since we'd done anything sexual, so I knew this wasn't going to last long, but I wanted to give it everything I had. Popping my mouth off of him for a moment, I held his cock at the base with one hand and gently rolled his balls in the other. I ran my tongue up the underside of Edward's length, circling the head and prodding his slit before licking him like he was a popsicle. Looking up at him through my lashes, his hands were clutching the sides of the bed, his head thrown back, his chest heaving. My mate was truly a beautiful sight to see. He was biting his lip in an effort to keep his moaning in check, but it was in vain.

Sucking his head back between my lips, I increased the pressure while continuing the swirling motion of my tongue.

"Ngh..uh...ooo..." His moans came out as whimpered mewls - so fucking sexy. My own cock was reacting in kind, but this was about him, not me. I could take care of myself later. His balls constricted in my hand and I knew he was close. Swiftly, I took him all the way in and bobbed and sucked like my life depended on it. Moaning my name, I felt his dick expand in my mouth and his body tense on the bed, and moments later, he was cumming hard down my throat. Greedily, I swallowed everything he had to give. Placing a quick kiss to the head of his softening cock, I looked up at my gorgeous vampire. He was gazing at me through hooded eyes, his hair all tousled, a satisfied expression replacing the humiliated one from earlier. A job well done.

"Mmm-hmmm," he murmured in response to my thought. Leaning up between his legs, I lightly laid my body over his and gave him a long, languid kiss.

"Hey, is everything alright down there?" Emmett's booming voice interrupted our moment. Of course.

Breaking free of Edward's lips, I shouted back, "Coming!"

"I'll bet," Emmett muttered, as his footfalls faded away. Edward and I shared a quiet chuckle at Emmett's all-too-correct assumption.

"Come on," I said, grabbing his pants for him. "Let's go upstairs and get you some lunch."

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A/N:

Again, this is largely unedited - I'm lucky I found the time to write at all this week. I hope that it flowed okay and there weren't too many errors.

So...that was pretty out there, huh? Please leave me your thoughts - I'm so curious...was it too weird or squicky for you? Because if it was, I don't know what you'll think of the birth, haha :)

Here are some photos that served as some inspiration, just remove the spaces:

The equipment:

http:/ www. king-med .com/ eng/ upfile/ pro/ 2009-11/ 20091112037875 .jpg

Not safe for work unless you're a doctor:

http:/ en. grupuge. com. pt /uploads /apoio4 .png

There is another one that is pretty graphic, but if you want to see it, send me a message and I'll give you that link.