I walked the halls of the hospital quickly, eager to get to my grandpa so we could see if we can find out more information on the baby. Jacob walked beside me, his hand tight in mine. I was the one squeezing his this time. He seemed to be the calmer one.
"Hi honey, Carlisle will be right in." My mom was the first to see me. She led me into a room and I sat up on the table. "Get undressed and put this gown on. I'll go let him know you're here." She handed me a hideous gown and touched Jacob's arm before walking out of the room.
I put the gown aside and crossed my legs.
"You have to put that on, you know."
"No I don't. I can lift my shirt."
Jacob huffed and stepped in front of me. He yanked my shirt over my head and then handed me the gown. "Do I have to force your pants off, too, or are you going to do that yourself."
I smirked and locked my legs around his hips. He stepped closer to the table, so our chests were touching. "You don't have to force them off, you know."
"Not what I meant, Ness."
"Let's hope not." My dad growled as he walked into the room. "Just came in to make sure you were putting the gown on. I had a feeling you were going to be stubborn about it."
My cheeks flushed red and I released Jacob from my legs. "I got it." I mumbled.
My dad threw Jacob a glare and walked back out of the room.
I finished getting changed and swung my legs nervously as I waited for my grandpa to come in and stick me with a relatively large needle.
Jacob's arm reached across my legs to keep them still. "You're making me nervous." He whispered and patted my now still legs.
"Well at least you're not going to be pricked with the queen of all needles."
There was a slight flutter in my stomach and I placed both my hands over the tiny movement.
"You okay?" Jacob asked as he laid his hands over mine.
"Someone else is restless." I said softly, and looked down at my stomach.
Jacob patted my hand before moving them to slide under mine so his hands were on my stomach.
"He's only nervous because you are. Calm down and I bet he will, too."
"Will you stop calling the baby a him? What if he's a she?"
"I could find out if the needle could get through." My grandpa said as he walked into the room. "Your parents are outside. They figured to stay out of yours and Jacob's way, but they can still hear everything."
I nodded, thankful to not have them see me so scared. I knew my dad wouldn't like it.
I laid down on the table while my grandpa set things up. I decided that looking up at the ceiling was a lot better than watching him and actually seeing the size of the needle.
I heard Jacob suck in a sharp breath and I squeezed his hand.
"Here we go, Renesmee. You'll feel a pinch as the needle penetrates the skin, then you'll feel a slight burning sensation, but that's all normal. Let me know if you feel too much pain and I will stop immediately." My grandpa looked up at Jacob and nodded towards my hand in his. "Keep your hand in hers. She's her mother's daughter and will hold in the pain until she can't possibly take it anymore. As soon as she squeezes hard, I want you to tell me."
"You got it, doc." Jacob wrapped both his hands around my left, his eyes concentrated on my face.
I looked away from him, focusing on the ceiling above me. If I looked him in the eyes he would immediately know I was feeling pain as soon as I felt it. I didn't want my grandpa to stop, no matter what. If he could get anything that would help us learn more about my baby, then I would lay here and take just about any torture I needed to. I suppose that's why he pointed out the fact that I was my mother's daughter.
The needle hurt, but I kept my eyes focused and my hand relaxed in Jacob's. My right hand gripped the side of the table, I made sure to keep the grip light, but there were times I felt the metal bending into the shape of my hand.
"How we doing, Ness?" My grandpa asked me.
Fine. I told him silently. I wasn't sure how to find my voice. The pain was taking over all my concentration.
"No, Renesmee. I need you to tell me out loud."
"Fine." I said through clenched teeth.
"Carlisle, take it out. She's in pain."
"No!" I yelled over Jacob's demand. "I'm okay, really, keep going."
After what seemed like forever, the needle was gone from my skin and my grandpa let out a heavy sigh.
"I just watched my wife suffer for nothing?"
"Your child is protected, Jacob. There is no way for me to get through."
"So how am I going to deliver?" I asked, remembering the stories from when I was born.
"I will perform a cesarean before you go into labor. Just like we planned on for Bella."
"Look how well that turned out. You weren't even there." Jacob grumbled.
"It won't come to that." My mom said, walking into the room.
"How do you know?" Jacob stood tall, towing over her.
"Jacob," My dad's voice warned him as him and my mom stepped closer together. Their hands balled up in tight fists.
"Because that was my fault. I shouldn't have been on my feet and I shouldn't have reached for that cup when it fell. I would have made it until Carlisle came home."
"You don't know that, Bella! You don't even know when she was due."
"Are you blaming all of this on me?" My mom's voice rose as she got more aggravated.
"You would think that!"
"Because you would do that!"
"Back off Jacob." My dad stepped between them, his back towards my mom as he glared at Jacob.
I slid off the table and placed myself between my dad and Jacob.
"Nessie," my grandpa tugged at my arm, but I stayed where I was.
"It's no ones fault I was born the way I was… things happen. Right now my pregnancy is not like mom's was. I'm not mom, I'm me. Stop pretending as if I'm some weak human that can't carry my child to full term without it beating the crap out of me. I have no bruises to show. Remember I was the strong one beating the crap out of her. I think I'm strong enough to carry someone like me. My name's Renesmee, not Bella."
The room was silent, too silent as all eyes were on me. I couldn't hide the tears that trickled down my cheeks and dripped from my chin and onto my shirt.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Ness." Jacob's arms were tight around me as he held me against his chest. "You're right."
"You are right," my dad patted my back and I felt my mom's hands in my hair.
"No one said you were me."
"Everyone didn't have to say it, mom. They're all assuming it."
"It'll stop. I promise." She said soothingly.
I let out a sob, my angered tears turned into tears of guilt. I felt horrible for lashing out the way I did.
"What now?" Jacob asked, patting my back helplessly.
"I'm horrible." I sobbed into his shirt.
"What?" He gasped.
"Hormones, Jacob." My mom muttered.
"I didn't sign up for this." I heard Jacob whisper.
"And you think I did?" My dad chuckled and I peeked at him just as he smirked at my mom. "You were the little ball of hormones yourself."
She opened her mouth to say something, but snapped it shut and shrugged. "I had a little more emotions running through me since someone had to crave a certain someone. My mom said to me.
Jacob's laughter vibrated in his chest.
"Thanks for the reminder." I grumbled. I could have gone without that little reminder from when my mom and Jacob had a thing for each other.
"Yeah," my dad rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the reminder."
I had to laugh at that. At least I wasn't the only on in the room who didn't find that joke too funny. My mom and Jacob thought it was hilarious. Even my grandpa was laughing with them.
