A/N My spring break ends this Tuesday and I have a 5-page paper due by then. Guess who hasn't even started yet. Woe is me. :( Anyway, please favorite, review, and follow cus it'll put a smile on my face and a happy writer makes for a happy story! Okay, this won't be a happy story, but still.
13 WEEKS - YOUR BABY IS THE SIZE OF A PEACH!
"At thirteen weeks, she's about 2.9 inches long, and weighs about .81 ounces," Leah reads aloud.
"Wow," I reply, highly fascinated as I position the picture within the frame to be parallel with the other wall decor. "What else does it say?"
"She's got vocal chords, fingerprints, and she's forming teeth."
"Teeth?"
"Uh- huh," she plops into the huge, brown, arm chair on the opposite side of the room. I hear Bronx's tags from down the hall.
"Jacob, move the frame over a bit to the left."
I shift it in the slightest and move to see if I got it. She gives me a thumbs up, and I back away to see the wall.
It took three weeks, but the nursery's finally finished. The walls are minty blue while the furniture is a deep mahogany. As promised, stuffed animals surround the elegant crib Alice picked out while the mobile spun overhead.
It looks like something out of magazine catalog. I'm proud of it. It was hard work, but it's nothing compared to what's to come. Tired, I take a seat next to her feet rested upon the ottoman. She rearranges her legs to be in my lap.
"What'r reading now?" I ask just as Bronx bounces in and makes himself comfortable at my feet.
"This is the end of the first trimester," she replies, flipping the page and dog-earing it. "Supposedly it's the hardest of all three."
"So no more mood swings or attitude?"
"Not that the book says. My boobs won't stop growing though!" She giggles then shuts the book, and places it upon the night table beside the chair.
I won't lie and say I haven't noticed her increase from a 36C to a whopping 40. "Goddamn," my tongue catches the drool as it drips out the side of my mouth.
"Speaking of boobs, though," she crawls toward me and meets her face to mine. "They say that these hormones make the sex drive go through the roof."
"Word?"
She nods and takes my bottom lip between her teeth before sucking me in entirely. Our tongues curve and swerve around each other's, eliciting a moan.
I stop us to give her a look, asking all the question I feel are too awkward to ask aloud.
"Yes, it's completely safe, she can't feel a thing, you won't be hurting her or me-"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
I swallow and caress her toes softly. "I wanted to ask you about it at some point. I've never done anything like this before, and I really don't wanna hurt you."
"I'm not that big yet, so don't worry about hurting either of us. There'r some positions we can't do though but I just-" she wraps her arms around my neck to pull me in. "I just wanna try it. Pregnancy orgasms are supposedly better than regular ones and I wanna do everything I couldn't last time."
I kiss her hard, squeezing her face in my hands. She moans again. Bronx whines but we ignore him.
"Do you even still find me attractive?" she asks.
"How do I not?"
She pulls away. "Like, you don't think I'm gross? I've gained a few and-"
"I don't care," I respond honestly. Of all the phases and looks that Leah's gone through, from her odd hipster thing in the nineties to her modeling thing, her pregnancy thing was the most gorgeous. I don't know what it is, but just the fact that she's carrying a piece of me inside her stomach-okay, that sounded wrong.
What I meant to say was it kinda turned me on that I did this to her. I put a baby in her like husbands have been doing to their wives since the beginning of time. Her bump was cute. It actually intensified her presence.
She grins. "So can we try?"
I'm hesitant, but I'll admit I've wanted to give it a shot. "Are you sure?" I ask again.
Her lips pressing gently upon mine is her answer. I hold her face again and get my tongue in slicker this time. Her arms loop stay around my neck so my hands place themselves just above her bump, upon her rib cage I lift us, and she automatically wraps her legs around my waist. I carefully step out into the hallway, never disconnecting our faces, and down to our room. I refuse to bang my wife in our future child's nursery especially if she's still carrying the little guy around.
After shutting the door behind me to avoid Bronx interrupting, I use the softest of touches laying her down on her back, and separating her legs to reveal her soaked shorts.
She removes her jacket and flings it off to the side. I do the same to my shirt before meeting her face in a kiss. I don't lean too much but by the way she's urging me, I see that it's okay. She flips me onto my back and everything after kissing from my chest down, we take each other to the moon and back. Yeah, I'm scared as hell, but I know I shouldn't be. She's moaning in pleasure, and if she doesn't like something, she'll tell me.
I gulp and go deeper, savoring these few months we have before we're up all night, tending to a child instead of banging like gorillas.
After splitting my ears open with a orgasm evoked shrilling scream, we give out slack on each other. She removes me from inside of her, and turns towards my chest.
I catch my breath to say something, but before I can, she pops up and races to the bathroom, just mumbling to herself.
"Lee?" I call to the closed bathroom door.
I hear shuffling on the other side for a few seconds till her voice comes in.
"I'm fine, Jacob. Carlisle said this was normal."
"Carlisle said what is normal?"
"Spotting."
I don't speak woman so I sit there thinking about what the hell that even means.
"Spotting?" I finally question.
"I'm bleeding."
As soon, as I hear that, my heart stops and panic washes over me. "Bleeding?"
"It happens after sex. It's perfectly normal."
Perfectly?
I remove the comforter from over my legs and inspect her spot. It's not even a lot; just a few drips . Nothing a quick scrub can't get out so I jump up to pull on my briefs, go down the hall to the linen closet to get a cloth, and knock on the bathroom door.
Bronx follows eagerly to see what the commotion is all about.
She opens up to reveal she's put on underwear-not her usual thong or g-string, but bikini underwear- and a maternity night shirt.
"I didn't make too much of a mess, did I?" she asks bashfully.
I shake my head, and get passed her to turn the cold water faucet on. The chilling water brushes over my fingers as the clothes gets wet. I turn the faucet off, exit the bathroom back to the bedroom, and get to scrubbing. The stain comes up with a few strokes so once it's a lighter red, I toss the cloth into the hamper.
She has Doll's pet in her arms as her dark cheeks are reddening to the extreme while she avoids meeting my eyes crawling back into bed. I watch her for a second till getting back in with her.
Black strands sprawl against my chest now. I play in her ends, but I can't help asking this next question.
"What's the matter?"
She shakes her head then begins a circling motion upon our bump. She slows down then speeds her hand back up after a few seconds.
"Nothing."
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not."
I sigh. "Then just talk to me."
The room stays silent. Our dog curls up in a ball at her feet.
"Okay," I say to myself.
Her hand stops all of a sudden before it reaches over to grab mine and set it upon our thirteen weeks worth of waiting. I'm shocked at first but relax when my usual heavy handed mannerism is a little lighter. I rub in circles under her hand and turn to my side to get a better feel.
"Sue was telling me that if you just stroke the stomach, it helps creates an early bond with the baby," she informs me and I continue to rub her belly. I wanna feel him kick.
"That's what she did with Seth and I."
I go over her belly button. "Thirteen weeks," I say in awe. "It's only been thirteen weeks."
"Only twenty-eight more to go."
My lips peck her ear before muttering how much I love her. I expect a similar response but am startled instead by the sound of her sniffling and a few tear drops stray off her face and onto my chest.
"What is it?"
She shakes her head. "Noth-"
"Don't say nothing. Just talk to me, baby, it's alright," I hope I sound reassuring.
Leah wipes the tears away, and continues rubbing our bump. "What if something is wrong with her?"
I don't say anything.
"Wh-what if she has something mentally wrong with her, and no amount of love or medicine can keep her alive-"
She's bawling now. She quits stroking to cover her face. I bring her in to kiss her forehead.
"What if she's a victim of SIDS and we can't do a damn thing about it? What if she's stillborn and nothing Carlisle, me or you can do can save her?Jacob, I'm almost to that point!" she yelps, making me feel uncomfortable when that's what she needs the most right now- comfort.
The tears are coming in the bucket loads.
"What if she's born breach and-"
Everything she was saying was beginning to get to me. I imagined the perfect child but now there's worry. What if it's all true?
I cut her off.
"Nothing's gonna be wrong with her. She's gonna come out beautiful, healthy, and crying with all ten toes and gorgeous features and. . .and-"
I get choked up too, but fight pass it. "If you think negatively, negative things will happen."
"I'm sorry I can't give you a perfect child," she weeps, referring to her incident with Rosalie. Flash backs accidentally make their way out of the back of my mind. Her scars are a constant reminder.
"You can give me a perfect child. You already have, and she's just down the road at the tribal school."
Bronx knows who I'm talking about, so he jerks his nub around, but doesn't move from his cuddle.
She lets that sink in for a minute, so I take that time to wipe her face.
"What if, Jake? Just think about it," she whispers.
I'd rather not. "Why'r you thinking like this all of a sudden?"
She bit her bottom lip with her two front teeth. "Cus it's what I thought happened to Doll."
"You thought you lost her?"
Leah nods sadly. "If I lost her, I really couldn't have come back."
"Yes, you could've," I whisper then resume to kissing her nape.
The room seems to get darker and darker with each passing minute of silence. It's barely the afternoon, but maybe that's just La Push's forecast for the day. I continue kissing her, attempting to calm us both down. She's reduced her tears to a few sniffles every now and then.
"Bella wants to give us a baby shower," she randomly announces.
"When?"
"At eighteen weeks."
"Hmph," I huff. "Why eighteen weeks?"
"Cus that's when you can tell the sex, but little does she know we're waiting till we deliver."
"Speaking of, I meant to ask you: When did Carlisle say our due date is?"
She has to think. "March of next year."
Damn, that's a long time. "What'r the chances of him being born on our anniversary?"
The thought makes us both smile.
"What happens at a baby shower anyway?" I ask.
"I've never been to one, but I predict lots of inappropriate, undesired belly rubbing, and diapers, and cake and huge banner that says 'it's a boy!' or 'it's a girl!' but Bells knows that's not my style."
"What's your style?"
She shrugs. "Sitting in bed with a big bowl of ice cream, and a Ru Paul's Drag Race marathon."
I laugh, and then kinda frown at the fact at how entertaining that actually sounds.
16 WEEKS - YOUR BABY IS THE SIZE OF AN AVOCADO!
"Jacob, just take the picture," Leah groans, unhappily.
"Well, hold on. I gotta focus it."
"Hurry up cus my back hurts."
"Lay off the twerking then."
She removes a flip flop from her foot, and chucks it towards me, but she misses as I duck out the way.
"Okay, okay," I chuckle and aim the camera so that I have her belly, and the sign she's holding that reads '16 WEEKS' written in bright red marker. I press the button, it flashes, and Leah puts the sign down.
I wait for the image to load back up on the tiny screen. Once it does, I see Leah in her maternity sweats and nursing bra, smirking devilishly into the lens while her bump parades itself.
My eyes must've never left the picture cus she questioned me when she came up beside me to look down at it herself.
"What? Does it look okay?"
"You're glowing."
"Huh?"
"Your skin is glowing."
She looks harder at the picture. "I don't see it."
"Of course not. I didn't think that pregnancy glow thing was real, but-"
"That's not a glow. It's just me trying not to puke," she disagrees before throwing her shirt back on.
That's charming. I put the camera in my pocket, and mentally remind myself to print the picture out later. Baby Doll's tiny footsteps create a stomping effect down the hall as she nears our bedroom door. Bronx follows excitedly after.
"When'r we leaving?" she asks impatiently. She's referring to The Cullen's place. She's been wanting to visit Bella for a while now.
"Soon," I answer then point back at Leah. "Just let your mom get some shoes on."
Doll looks passed me at Leah, then scrunches her brows together. I follow her gaze and do a similar expression when I see Leah's wondering glance down at her stomach. She feels around a little.
"What'r you doing?"
She makes a funny face and navigates her hands left, right, up, and down before I put my own hand on her tummy. "Does something hurt?"
"No, If I'm feeling correctly-"
Her tongue sticks out in concentration. I kneel before her to get closer.
"Is the baby coming?" Baby Doll asks ridiculously, making us both laugh.
"This baby won't be here for a while," I correct her.
My wife makes a few more laugh-worthy faces. "She. . .moved," she finally says.
"Moved?"
"Like," Leah whispers and feel a little harder. "The little booger just kicked me."
"Can I feel?" Doll has her hand stretched out towards the belly ready to touch.
"Go ahead," she allows and listens now.
The three of us have our hands upon her bump. I feel a couple nudges on both ends of her tummy. This baby was gonna be huge! Of course, I don't say that aloud to avoid hurting her feelings, but it felt like she's carrying around a quarterback in there.
"The book said something about the baby being able to hear our voices, and recognizing them at birth," she tells us. "Say something."
I swallow, and squat closer towards her bump.
"Hi, Jacob, Jr.," I begin, but she gives me a look.
"Or Teigan," I add. "I'm Jacob, your daddy. I love you so fucking-"
"Language," Lee warns me.
"Sorry. I love you a lot. Leah, your mother, loves you too. We've been waiting for you to come for a really long time now. "
Doll comes in now with Bronx at her feet. "I'm Alejandra, your older sister. I'm seven now, but I guess I'll be eight by the time you get here."
The baby nudges against my palm and Leah's. Damn, it's like there's two in there. It feels cools.
"My nickname is Baby Doll because I still have a cute baby-ish look to me, I guess. But once you get here, I'll just be Doll."
She sounds sad about that. Leah and I never realized that we already refer to her as just Doll now.
"You'll always be Baby Doll," Leah says to comfort her, but the child just shrugs, not believing.
"When are they gonna be here?"
"March of next year," we answer at the same time.
"Why's this take so long anyway?"
Leah smiles, and put her other hand over Baby Doll's tiny one. "They just need time."
"I want a little sister," she flashes us her perfect teeth, along with the few missing ones in the back.
"I thought you said you didn't want a sibling," I remind her.
"I do now. I'm gonna feed her, change her, bathe her-"
"Ya gonna be mommy's little helper?" Leah grins back, and our daughter nods.
Imagine if we are having a daughter. There'd be three of them. That means three times the jet black spiraled hair, long eyelashes, tan skin suppleness, green eyes, beautiful smiles, and vivacious personalities.
I can handle them.
After multiple nudges, I take my hand away to help Leah get her shoes on since she can barely reach over anymore.
This whole pregnancy thing, in terms of the big picture, was a beautiful thing. The details that go into bringing a life in this world was less than pleasant including the random vagina discharges, constipation, backaches, hormones; the list never seems to end. Blood, sweat, and tears doesn't even cover the half of it.
Once the two of them have themselves together, we head off to the Cullen's to see what our friendly neighborhood vamps are up to.
A/N Hey! Hey! Stop fucking with Korean Jesus! He ain't got time for yo problems! He busy. . .with Korean shit!