A/N.: Sorry for the wait, I had to do a project work and I'm also out of crutches now (:D) so I've been going out more. I got more reviews this time and more votes: thank you! Oh, for the ones who don't know, "He was a lamb" is the one winning, so if you want something else, I would hurry my ass up and start voting. Keep in mind to do it when you review, because there's no other way to do it. I decided to ask you about other thing: boy, girl or twins? You can now start voting for Edward's baby(ies). It's up to you guys, so don't disappoint me or your favorite characters :p I hope you like this chapter, which is mostly in Edward's point of view. Again, sorry for the wait.

EPOV

One week. One delicious week. Literally. The first week went perfectly well. Well, aside for the nightmares, panic attacks, sobbing sessions and other symptoms indicating a possible PTSD. During that precious week, I was able to…eat,basically. Now I regret not having enjoyed it as I should. I found out, though, that I loved salt. Well, not salt itself. Although Jacob had to stop me from shoving it down my throat. But you know what I mean. Chips, God bless them, were not only salty but also incredible. Now, chips, God rest their souls, just…drowned. In the toilet. And I hope God forgives me, but I just couldn't keep them down.

So as you could already guess, the morning sickness started. Three days ago, to be precise. The few things I have eaten have been immediately thrown up. So now this is my new routine: wake up, have breakfast, throw up, take a nap just because, have lunch, throw up again, take another nap, faint as soon as I wake up almost getting a concussion in the process, being carried by Jacob as if I was a damsel in distress (not saying that's exactly a bad thing), cry myself to sleep, wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares, be comforted by Jacob and go back to sleep.

And now here I am, my face shoved down the toilet, because I decided to break my routine and had dinner yesterday. It's probably four o'clock in the morning and I can stop puking my guts out. The chips, God rest their souls, don't look like chips anymore. My throat burns, my head hurts, my vision is blurry and I'm not even gonna talk about my stomach.

One step, two steps, three steps…And here we go again.

"Edward," he sighed. "Gosh."

Uh…yeah, that's a good way to describe it. Gosh, your mouth stinks! Not gonna kiss you again, nuh-uh! Oh, yeah, that's right, I forgot to tell ya: Jacob hasn't said a word about our oh-my-god-kiss nor our oh-my-fucking-god-kiss until now. The situation has been sort of…awkward.

He put his warm hand on my forehead, brushing away my sweaty hair. Well, I think it was his hand anyway, it could be his foot…or…something. It was large. No, but it was probably his hand, it smelled good. I opened my eyes, but all I could see was a brown blur. The simple effort of trying to clear my vision was giving me a headache, so I closed my eyes again and let darkness consume me.

Ringing…

Phone…

Phone ringing…

Damn it! Coherency, where the hell are you?

I heard a phone ringing.

Gotcha!

I got up slowly, feeling strangely much better than in the last few days. No stomachache, no dizziness. I felt perfectly perfect. But I was sure my mouth still smelled like shit. Hell, it tasted like shit. I was in Jacob's room, under the covers of his small but comfy bed. My phone was on the bedside table, vibrating as its screen flashed light. I felt well rested, but the truth was: I just wanted my lazy ass to keep itself under the covers, so I waited until whoever was calling me gave up. But no, the motherfucker had to keep ringing. It's just to annoy the hell out of me! I grabbed the trembling object, holding it to my ear.

"Hi, this is Edward. Leave a message and I'll call you back. Or not," I snapped the last part. I heard a muffled giggle. Jessica fucking Stanley must have gotten my phone number. Go figure.

"Sweetie, did I wake you up?" I grinned, recognizing the voice.

"Sorry, Mom," I chuckled. "And no, you didn't," I lied.

"How are you?" she asked, concern evidently laced in her voice.

"I'm good. Thanks for asking. You?"

"I'm fine, honey," a pause. "Actually…no, I'm not," she sighed. I sat up quickly, worried.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm…I don't know what to do. I don't buy it."

"What don't you buy?"

"Edward, I don't believe you could have…" she trailed off. I closed my eyes and sighed, hoping she would simply drop it. "Honey, you know you can always talk to me."

"I know," My voice was strained as a lump formed in my throat. "I just…please, I can't…I'm not strong enough. Not…now," I wiped the small tear that fell.

"Oh, baby, I didn't mean to upset you."

"It's okay. Just don't…I don't want to talk about it," I got up and put on my sneakers.

"Can we meet? I miss you."

"Of course," I smiled. "Time and place?" I got out of the room, talking as quietly as I could so I didn't wake up anyone.

"I'm thinking about a new coffee shop that just opened here in Forks."

"I don't drink coffee, Momma." As soon as I stepped into the living room I noticed a tall and large form sitting on the couch. I knew it wasn't Jake. Although the figure was very similar, I couldn't imagine Jacob with that posture. He had a bag of chips in his hand and he had his feet crossed on the small table, as the TV screen showed some Mexican soap opera. I snickered silently.

"Well, we could always…What are you laughing at?"

"Sorry," I apologized, my voice with a hint of amusement. The boy turned to look at me. Paul. I quickly adverted my gaze, my fists clenching in anger. I made no move to leave, showing I wasn't scared. "You were saying?"

"I wasn't saying anything," she replied, confused. I felt Paul's gaze on me, so I turned to him to see him glaring daggers at me. "Edward, where are you? And what is the person next to you eating? It sounds like there's a shredder working or something!" I covered my mouth with my hand so I didn't laugh out loud.

"Chips." It took me a moment to realize what I was saying. Chips. Crispy, salty chips. I looked at the bag in Paul's hand, my stomach grumbling quietly, infatuating my need to grab it. I gulped and bit my lip.

"…re you?" I snapped out of my daze, remembering Esme was still on the phone.

"Huh?" was my dumb response.

"Where are you?"

"I'm…uh…" I trailed off, being distracted by Paul's confused stare. "I'm at Jake's."

"Jake's? You call him Jake now?"

"Yeah." My eyes were glued to the chips.

"Has he been treating you well?"

"Yes," I smiled, quickly forgetting my hunger. "He's been great. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, just checking if my future son-in-law is good for my boy," she said, matter-of-factly. I gasped and my eyes widened. How did she…?

"W-what?" She giggled.

"Oh, hun, do you seriously think I didn't notice how you two interacted with each other?"

"It's not what you think."

"Of course not," she chuckled. Damn it, how does she know these things? "Mother's intuition never fails, Edward," she sang. I sighed.

"And you don't care?"

"Not a bit, sweetheart," I smiled.

"Whatever. So, where are we meeting?"

Paul had turned his attention to the TV, so I moved to the stairs outside the house. I sat on one of the steps, breathing deeply the cold morning air. "Does that coffee shop sell chips?"

"I don't think so."

"I'm starving," I rested my forehead on my knees.

"Oh, poor thing," she said in her usual motherly tone. "Hasn't Jacob been feeding you?"

"Momma," I chuckled. "I don't need to be fed. I'm human, not invalid."

"Oh, but you've been feeding yourself correctly, right, baby?"

"Yeah," I replied, but it sounded unconvincing to my own ears.

"Edward," she stressed, audibly concerned.

"I've been throwing up a lot in the last few days," I admitted, sheepishly. "And I passed out a few times."

"Sweetie," she gasped. "I…God, Edward. Y-you…You have to be seen by a doctor."

"Which doctor, Mom?" I chuckled dryly. "What would Dr. Snow say about my…situation?"

Silence.

"Momma?"

"Maybe your father-"

"Don't. I don't…I can handle myself. I don't need Dr. Cullen's help. I'll be fine. And I'm sure your husband has a very busy schedule. He surely doesn't need some irresponsible pregnant kid wasting his time," I could hear the anger and hurt in my own voice.

"I'm not gonna lie. He's mad. He doesn't talk about it, but I know he is."

"There. He'll certainly be very grateful."

"Edward, don't say that. He loves you. He cares ab-"

"What time do you wanna meet?" I interrupted her, changing the subject. For once, I had woken up in a good mood and the last thing I wanted was having my nice morning screwed up by this.

"In an hour, maybe," she sighed. "Is that okay for you?"

"That's just fine. Can we meet somewhere else and then go to that coffee shop? I don't know where it is, so…"

"Oh, that's okay, sweetie. What about that friend of yours' shop? Mike Newton. Isn't that his name?"

"Yeah, I think. I'll be there."

"Okay, baby. See you in an hour. I love you."

"I love you, too," I said and she hung up.

I breathed out in relief, thanking the freezing breeze for helping me to get Carlisle's face out of my head. I could see a large, tall figure emerging from the trees and grinned, pushing all the worries to the back of my head. He, too, was smiling and I found myself entranced with his perfect white teeth. I got up and started walking towards him. Maybe it was my morning good mood, maybe it was my talk with my mom that I missed dearly, maybe it was just…him, but I couldn't hold myself anymore. So, I did the first thing that came to my mind, what I wanted, what I needed to do. I hugged him, standing in the tips of my toes and smiling against his neck, as my nostrils sniffed his pinewood scent. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to his warm body and resting his chin on my shoulder.

"You're freezing."

"I didn't even notice," I chuckled. "Where have you been?"

"Just went to the beach with Quil and Claire."

"Who's Claire?"

"The little girl he imprinted on." I released him and frowned.

"Can that happen?"

"Yeah," he shrugged. "He'll just have to wait until she's old enough so they can become more than friends."

"You can imprint just like that? Can you imprint on an old lady, too?"

"I don't think that has ever happened before," he chuckled. "But yeah, I think so. We can imprint on our enemy as well," he said but not even a second later he covered his mouth with his hand, like he shouldn't have said that.

"It's okay. I'm not telling anyone," I smiled warmly and he relaxed visibly. "Oh, Esme called. I'm having breakfast with her today."

"Where?" he sounded like a protective father in that moment.

"In a new coffee shop in the centre."

"I'm taking you."

"What? Why?"

"Because I don't want you getting in trouble."

"I can take care of myself, Jake."

"Can you?" he raised his eyebrows at me. I dropped my gaze, fidgeting my hands. Could I? After all that has happened in the past days I wasn't so sure.

"I guess not," I whispered, defeated. He lifted my chin, caressing it with his thumb.

"Come here," he opened his arms and I accepted his embrace. "I'm just looking out for you. I just don't want you to suffer more than you already have."

I felt all warm inside at his confession.

"I appreciate all you've done for me. I really do. And I have to admit it feels good having someone who cares about me. But I just…I don't deserve it."

"Yes, you do," he rubbed my back. "You've been too selfless for a long time. Let me take care of you."

My eyes stung with emotion.

"Thank you," I clutched him tighter. "Thank you so much."

"No problem," I smiled against his chest. He really was amazing. "Now go get dressed."

Seeing as it was freezing outside and it would probably rain soon, I put on my jeans, along with my white cotton Nike sweater and my black hoodie over it. I wore the same sneakers and grabbed my backpack, putting a raincoat in it, as well as some money. I needed to buy a few hygiene items. Jacob had taught me how to shave, but the first time I had done it alone, I had gotten a few cuts. They were almost healed by now, but I definitely needed to buy him a new razor. I also had to do some groceries; I had to contribute for the house expenditure. I couldn't let Jacob and his father keep wasting their money on me. Eh, as if I needed it. I quickly brushed my teeth, getting rid of the vomit taste and smell in my mouth. I washed my face and hands, resisting the urge tame my messy hair. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and, although I knew I wasn't anywhere near beautiful, I had to admit my eye color was pretty impressive. Right now they looked like they had no pupils at all, a rich dark green filling them.

I put my backpack on my shoulders, heading to the living room, where Jacob was waiting for me. He was wearing the same shorts, but he had a blood red T-shirt on, as well as some old sneakers.

"Sorry if I took too long," I said. He turned to look at me, eyeing me up and down and smiling.

"You didn't," he shook his head and I walked towards him. "Do you have everything you need?"

"Yeah. Hey, can we take your car this time? Sylvia needs her rest," I said half-jokingly.

"That's fine," he chuckled. He turned to Paul, who was watching us and drinking coke, his eyebrows furrowed. "Man, I'm going out. Don't destroy the house."

"Hey," he called, before Jake could take a step. "When is your sister coming home?" Jake has a sister?

"Probably next week. Why do you ask?"

"Just because," he shrugged and I chuckled under my breath. There's a lot more to it…

"Whatever," Jacob looked at me. "Let's go."

Jacob's Rabbit wasn't exactly big or fast, but I guess it could make a sixteen-year-old who just got his license excited. He had a small smile on his face, probably enjoying the ride.

"I didn't know you had a sister."

"I have two: Rachel and Rebecca. Rachel's coming home from college next week."

"Good for Paul," I commented and Jacob looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed. "I mean,…he obviously likes her." Jacob's hazel eyes widened.

"They haven't even met yet."

"Oh," I said, dumbly. "It just…Didn't you notice the look on his face?"

"No," he answered, confused.

"Trust me, he has a crush on her. Has he seen any of her pictures or something?"

"Uh…yeah, probably. There a few in the house."

"There. He's excited to meet her."

"How…How do you know?" he asked, dumbfounded. I shrugged, at a loss of words. I just…knew. There was no explanation. When I was human it worked as a talent, when I was a vampire it worked as a gift. That was the best I could come up with.

"So," I started. "Ready to hang out with Mrs. Cullen?" I grinned.

"That sounds like fun," he laughed. "But no, I'll just leave you two to spend the time you need together." My smile flattered a bit.

"You can come if you want," I said, almost pleading.

"Edward, really, I'm sure your mom will feel more comfortable if I'm not there. You haven't been with her in a while. It will be good for you."

I smiled at him, despite my hopes having just been destroyed. I ended up convincing myself this alone time with my mother would be good. Jacob looked at me, seeming content.

"You're in a good mood," he pointed out.

"Yes, I am," I nodded. "I'm feeling splendid today."

"That's good to know," he replied, sincerely.

I vaguely remembered Mike. For all I knew he could be my worst enemy or maybe we were best buddies. I had no idea what he looked like nor where I "knew" him from. Esme had said he was my friend. Perhaps a classmate? I had no idea, but the name was very familiar. I did know his parents owned a shop named Newton's Outfits. I was aware Bella had worked there and where it was. Apparently, Jake knew as well where it was located. I scanned the area when he parked, but Momma was nowhere to be seen and neither was her car. Jacob snickered next to me.

"What?"

"I was just remembering when Bella and I went to the cinema with this dude."

"Who?"

"Mike."

"You know him?" he nodded. "Is he cool?"

"I have no idea," he chuckled. "But I didn't use to like him much. The guy had a huge crush on Bella," he smirked.

"And now?"

"Doesn't warm me, doesn't cool me," he shrugged. "I don't have those kind of feelings for her anymore."

"Why is that?" I pressed, having no idea what the answer would be, but hoping it would satisfy me. Jacob looked down at me, licking his lips and I found myself fascinated by the simple act. He took a deep breath, contemplating what he would say.

"Because I like someone else now," he quietly replied, locking gazes with me. The intensity of his stare left me breathless and, at the same time, my eyes filled with moisture. There was someone else. Jake liked someone else. I looked down and swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. Could I have also turned into a crying baby? Or maybe I was one all along. I had always felt the need to cry and remembered some of the frequent times I had sobbed tearlessly. Maybe I should work on that. Two warm fingers lifted my chin, making me look at him again. "You should know by now that someone else is you," he whispered.

Something inside me clicked. Did I really want to hear those words from his mouth? Don't get me wrong, they made my day. It was truly incredible to know my feelings were returned, but…What if this turned into something more? Something much more powerful in such a short length of time? What if I couldn't give him what he wanted? He was a boy, he had needs. If this did develop, he would certainly want to…

I closed my eyes, trying to clear my thoughts. Jacob's hand held my cheek gently.

"Edward," he said. "Please, open your eyes," I did as he said. "I know what you're thinking. You're undecided, hesitant. That's normal, but Edward, I would neverhurt you."

"That's not the problem, Jake. I trust you, I really do. But if whatever is going on between us turns into something more, if it turns into much more, you'll obviously want…" I took a deep breath. "I understand, Jacob, and I understand if you grow impatient, but I just don't know if I'm prepared for more sorrow."

"I can handle myself and my…issues, Edward. I'll wait. You're not getting rid of me anytime soon," he smirked. I smiled at him, touched by his words. Not knowing how to thank him properly, I leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, backing away with my shoulders shrunken, my cheeks heating up involuntarily. Suddenly, his nostrils wrinkled. "Your mom's here."

As soon as I stepped into the sidewalk, Esme's icy hand grabbed my wrist pulling me into a hug. She felt much colder and much harder than I could remember, but none of it mattered. She was Mom, I would always feel good in her arms. Specially now, since so much time had passed since the last time I had seen her. It seemed so much time now. I no longer had eternity. Now I counted days, hours. None of that matter when you had forever. You could be so careless it was depressing. Now I had past, present and future. I had plans, objectives. Now I could live. For Esme, although she was a vampire, minutes were important. She made everything in the Cullen household look normal, being the perfect housewife, spouse and mother. Her emotions, thoughts and morality were more human than humans themselves. Of course, she would willingly hug me for two entire minutes. She missed me just as much as I missed her.

She gave Jacob a short nod and a warm smile and he returned the gesture.

"Where do you want to go first?" she asked me as I watched Jacob drive away.

"The coffee shop," I replied immediately. My stomach grumbled and I grimaced in embarrassment. "It won't shut up today," Esme chuckled.

"Let's get you fed then."

The new coffee shop was just in front of the Newton's Outfits, across the street. Most of people were away on holidays, so it wasn't crowded. It was definitely spacious. The walls were painted in white and midnight blue and there were several tables painted in black next to the window, each of them between two traditional garden benches. On the opposite side, there was a small space with grey bean bags and pillows, as well as a few small low wooden tables. Although, it was based on modern design, there were simple items resembling the past, with a hint of Broadway style. It was actually pretty impressive and probably the first truly modern place in Forks. Esme and I sat at one of the tables next to the huge window, both looking out as if there was something outside to admire. I decided to start a conversation:

"So, what have you been doing?"

"Nothing too interesting," she chuckled and then looked down. "Basically trying to convince your father to forgive you or at least let you explain." Her voice sounded defeated.

"Not being successful?"

"Not a bit," she sighed, shaking her head.

"He doesn't trust me."

"Honey…"

"The funniest part is that he forgave me for killing humans, but he won't even listen to me because he thinks I've been fucking with some dude." Esme looked ready to scold me for my bad choice of words, but obviously decided against it and closed her mouth. She then smirked. "What?"

"I knew it," she leaned in, resting her elbows on the table. "You said he thinks.But you didn't, did you?" she sounded so sure of herself and this time I couldn't lie. She knew it was not true; there was no point in lying to her. I shook my head, confirming her suspicions and she nodded.

"How did you find out?" I questioned in a hoarse voice.

"Edward, in your father's head, it makes perfect sense. The pieces fit together. The biggest ones do. However, there are small details that spoil the scheme. For example, the front door. When I arrived, I immediately noticed it."

Blurry pictures came into my mind, vague memories of that tragic day. At the time I had simply felt numbness, not aware of my surroundings until his husky voice made me listen.

Sam, would you please open the door?

But Sam didn't. Not in a gentle way, at least.

Momma won't be happy.

Momma will understand,he replied.

I gasped.

"Were you the only one who noticed?" I asked her.

"I'm pretty sure everyone noticed, but no one said a word about it," I waited for the relief to come and make me exhale, but it didn't. Instead, I felt anger. I was angry because damn it, they were fucking vampires, they were supposed to be intelligent, they were supposed to know something wasn't right, they were supposed to fucking stand up for me and say it: the front door is broken! They were supposed to think about what could have caused it! Were they so blinded by envy and disgust they didn't see it? Of course, it would be fucking easier for them to judge me instead of trying to understand. "Alice has stopped looking for your future, but I heard her tell Jasper she saw you having a nightmare a few days ago when you were with Bella. She said you were sobbing," Esme's voice cracked. "I'm no one's,that was what you said, wasn't it?" I shrugged, not being sure.

"I usually forget what I dream about," I explained. Then I realized what she had said: Alice had seen me having a nightmare. Anger welled up inside me once again, but this time hurt came along. Alice hadn't cared and neither had Jasper.

"I've considered…" she trailed off and I raised my head to look at her. "Well, what I was thinking didn't make much sense. It's just very confusing. But I just know,Edward, I know you couldn't have betrayed Bella. Edward, I may not have seen you grow up physically, but I saw as you became more mature over the years, all the while still a hormonal teenager," she chuckled, caressing my face. "I know who my son is. Loyalty is one of your best qualities, dear. I know you'd never betray someone like that."

My eyes stung with emotion and I leaned into her cold but otherwise comforting touch.

"Just promise me something," I pleaded. "Once you figure this out, ifyou figure this out, please, don't tell anyone."

"Of course I won't, baby."

Soon a waitress in black trousers and a thin stripped blue and white sweater came, greeting us politely. I asked for bacon, eggs and orange juice, while Esme simply said she wanted coffee. We both knew none of us would drink it. It was one of the best things I had tasted until this moment. Salty, just as I liked it. I still felt a bit hungry after it, but I could handle it just fine. Esme paid, of course, ignoring all my protests.

We both needed to do some shopping so we went to the supermarket. I took the opportunity to buy shampoo, soap, razors, toothbrushes, toothpaste and other hygiene items, as well as food for an entire month. And chips.

I remembered Billy complaining about lack of beer in the house a few days ago, so cans, bottles, here they go. Enough for him and a few more friends. I also brought a bottle of scotch, to offer him as a gift. I knew no gifts would be enough to thank him, but I hoped he could be somehow pleased with the gesture.

We, well I, had lunch in a small restaurant nearby, satisfying my stomach completely.

All the while, Esme kept reminding me she thought I looked lovely as a human and each time she did my cheeks heated up and I mumbled a shy "thank you". We went for a walk after it and when I felt the skin of my lips crack with the cold we knew it was enough and it was time to go home.

I hugged Momma, telling her goodbye, only to be embraced by Jacob's arms not too long after, as he rubbed my back, warming me up, all the while teasing me because of my red nose.

All in all, this day only urged me to go on with my life and smile for the moment, even knowing I would have ups and downs all the way there and hoping Jake would be there as he promised.

JPOV

One month. One month since then. And I was there all the way to witness his worst moments, each of them breaking my heart as my feelings for him grew stronger and stronger. I held him every time he had nightmares, rubbed his stomach every time that sharp pain came, calmed him every time he had a panic attack. I took care of him as best as I could and each minute with him only made me love him more. That's right: love. I loved him. I haven't told him yet, but I couldn't deny it to myself.

And although this brought us closer, it was not a good thing. At all.

Edward's emotional state wasn't getting any better. If all, it got worse.

Bella had visited a few times, always telling a funny story just so it would be easier to breathe in the house and to make Edward feel better. She had told Charlie who was now a much happier man, now that he knew his daughter was single.

The pack and I still tried to find out who had done this to him by tracking the bastard's scent, but it seemed impossible to do so. We couldn't figure out by ourselves.

Edward needed help. I could give him all the comfort he needed and protect him, but I couldn't help with his pregnancy. We couldn't go to a normal doctor and as much as I tried I couldn't convince myself I shouldn't do this. I knew the one person who could help, but I knew it would only work if he knew the truth. I had tried to keep it a secret, but I couldn't hold it in anymore. They needed to know. I couldn't stand one more single day watching Edward suffer and go through such a difficult time without his family. I realized how much it would hurt him, how much it would hurt them and damn it, it pained me as well, but this needed to be done. They should be there for him as well.

Taking a deep breath, I forced my feet to move in the direction of the front door of the Cullen's house.

~Preview~

Jacob looked at me, his expression dead serious, his heart beating wildly. After taking a few deep calming breaths he opened his mouth and said:

"It's time for you to know the truth."