A/N: I'm sorry this took so long guys. Because I have no Beta Reader I had to spend extra time checking through and re-drafting etc. I hope you like this chapter. I know it isn't that long but it's my longest chapter yet so here goes.

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or any of the characters except Vanessa


I lay on my bed, staring up at my ceiling blankly with my hand on my stomach. Two months since I'd found out my boyfriend – and the father of my baby – was a werewolf. One month since I'd realised that I would grow old when Jacob and our baby would stay young and three months till the baby was due to be born. I wished that there was some way that I could remove all of this information from my brain. I was glad that I knew what was wrong with Jake but I wasn't sure I really wanted to know all of this. I heard a mumble coming from across the room and sat up, I was sure I saw a man shoot across the room but I shook it off. I'd been imagining things like this ever since I'd found about Jacob but after a few nights I'd figured that I was just imagining it. I heard the mumble again and rolled my eyes. Bella had been talking about Edward Cullen in her sleep for a month now. Since then I'd learnt that Edward 'took her breath away' and was like a 'pretty little disco ball'. Sometimes I really wished I could switch brains with Bella for a day, just to find out what goes on in there. Over the past few months Bella had been the find that kept me grounded. She had gone from my enemy to my best friend and what I loved the most was that she never demanded to know what had upset me, she just comforted me. I never understood why she would want to help me. I was horrible to her when she first moved here, but now I'm glad things have changed. I pushed myself off my bed and made my way across the room, struggling to sit down on Bella's bed. She had told me to wake her if she started talking again; I was beginning to think that there was something she was worried she might say something that she didn't want me to know. I really don't know why that bothered her; she knew that I couldn't judge her whatever she said, not being in my situation. I shook her shoulders lightly whispering to her. "Bella, Bells wake up. You're talking in your sleep again." I smiled to myself as she sat up, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Again?" She asked desperately, seemingly hoping that I was joking. I let out a sigh.

"Bella what the hell is going on with you, why are you so nervous about me hearing you talk in your sleep?" I asked her, getting slightly annoyed with her. "Why are you being so secretive?" I added. This seemed to annoy her.

"Me being secretive? Are we forgetting who still won't tell me what really happened that day at Jacobs's house?" She said, raising her voice slightly.

"Shhh. You'll wake dad." I whispered angrily. "And I told you everything."

"We both know that's a lie. Dad may be gullible enough to believe you slipped but I know for a fact that you're not clumsy." She muttered, sitting up straight.

"I've been a lot clumsier since getting pregnant. I have a lot more to carry around now." I lied, glaring at her. Bella just rolled her eyes.

"Sure Vanessa. If you say so." She muttered, lying back down. "Just go back to sleep." She said, closing her eyes. I glared at her for a moment, seeing her eyelids twitch slightly as she knew I was still watching her. I stood up and walked back over to my bed, wishing I'd never woke her up. I sighed and closed my eyes drifting off to dreamland.


I woke up and pulled myself out of my bed, still not fully aware of my surroundings. I made my way to the bathroom as I did every morning but I stopped when I heard the voice of a child.

"Grandma!" The small girl squealed running up to me and flinging her arms around my legs. The girl was slightly tanned and had long black hair and she only reached my stomach. Then I heard another voice. The voice of a man. A voice I recognised very well.

"Sarah! Sarah be careful. You wouldn't want to knock grandma over now would you?" Chuckled Jacob pulling the girl into a great hug. He was still the same age he was when we had our own son. Still the young beautiful man he had been when I fell in love with him. He straightened up and smiled at me.

"Hey Ness." He said, stroking my wrinkled face with a sad smile.


I opened my eyes and rubbed them on the back of my hand feeling the usual watery feeling as I did every time I had a dream like this. A few months ago I would have rolled my eyes at something like this but now... well I just blame the hormones.

I frowned and brought my hands up to my face and smiled. Yep. Not a wrinkle to be seen (or felt). I sat up in my bed and looked across the room to see that Bella had already left the room. Good. I really didn't need any of her crap right now. I pulled myself out of bed and looked down at my stomach. Wow, I knew when you got further along you bump got bigger but where did that come from. I was sure it hadn't been there last night. I mean Bella would have noticed and told me. Right?

I shook my head and smiled proudly to myself before slumping off downstairs. Despite what had happened the previous night Bella had still made me my usual eggs, bacon and peanut butter on toast breakfast. I smiled at her apologetically and turned my attention to dad.

"Dad. Dad look!" I shouted, making him look up from the newspaper he was reading.

"What Nessa?" He asked. I turned so that he could see my bump from the side.

"It's grown. I'm pretty sure it wasn't this big before." I said, receiving a grin from Bella but all I got was a sad smile from dad. He still wasn't happy about the pregnancy. It had been six months and he still hated the idea and unluckily for me he probably would until the day I give birth. I frowned at him and muttered to myself. "I'm gonna call Jake. Maybe he'll care."

"Ness!" I heard the happiness in Jacob's voice as he ran up the stairs to my bedroom where I was lying on my bed with my hand on my stomach. He stopped and grinned. "Wow. You're right. It is big." He said, walking over to my bed and sitting on the end. "What's wrong?" He asked.

I looked up at him with a sad smile and I said. "Do you think we made the right choice?"