A/N Hi all. Here's yet another chapter. Now we're really focusing more on Nessie and Jacob. Enjoy. This is kind of a request from someone who kindly asked me to write a chapter on Renesmee getting ill. We all know that werewolves can't.

But it would be nice to see this one play out, so here you go.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

It's been a few days since Renee left. Everything seemed to go back to normal. Gianna and Marcus write us every few days, just to say hello, and see how the wedding's going. I sent Gianna a separate letter, asking her how her relationship was progressing. He hadn't asked her to date him, yet. Which worried her. I told her it would take time. The days after Renee left, I was feeling a little off.

I didn't know what it was. And no one but me seemed to notice it. Last night, I went to bed early. I felt really exhausted. I didn't know how long I was out for. I rolled over and looked at the clock. Almost ten in the morning… Whoa! Almost fourteen hours. I opened my eyes, and quickly regrettedit. My head was pounding, and my body hurt. To top it all off, I felt nauseous.

I didn't know what to do. What was this? Where's Mom and Dad? Dad? I thought. I heard his fast footsteps running down the hallway as soon as I called him. He rushed in. "Renesmee, what's wrong?" I tried to talk, but my throat felt tight, and dry. "Carlisle!" Dad called. Carlisle appeared in the doorway a second later. "What's wrong, Edward? Are you okay, Renesmee?"

I shook my head, sadly. Why do I feel this way? Dad looked down at me. "What hurts, sweetheart?" I reached up and touched his cheek. "Carlisle, she says her head, and body hurt. And that her throat seems to be tight and dry. She feels nauseous." Carlisle sighed. "I guess Renesmee isn't as indestructible as I thought. Well. It seems as though you caught a cold. Or the flu."

I sighed. "Why me?" I whispered. Dad leaned down and kissed my forehead. "It'll be alright." He said. Mom came running in. 'Is she okay? Is she going to be alright? Oh, Nessie, I'm sorry." "It's okay." I croaked. "Well, Edward, let's take her to my office, and see what's wrong." Carlisle said. Dad lifted me out of bed and ran down the hall. Jacob met us half way.

"Is she okay? Nessie, you look horrible." "Gee, thanks." I muttered. "She may have the flu, I suggest you be careful. We don't need you sick if you want to take care of her." Dad said smiling. Rosalie and Emmett were already sitting in the office when Dad laid me out on Carlisle's couch. After a few tense moments of being examined, Carlisle said, "She has a mild case of the Flu. It should be gone in a few days. She'll be—"

"A few days? A few days?!" Alice was panicking. She was almost shouting when she said, "She can't be sick! We still have more to do. Dress fittings, caterers to call, the florists have an appointment with us. No! Carlisle you have to give her something that'll make her get better—" "Alice. That's why she's probably sick. You're doing way too much for her tohandle. Even though she's a hybrid, she does get stressed. You have to tone it down just a bit." Carlisle said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Alice pouted, then turned to me with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, Nessie. I didn't mean to." "It's okay, Alice. I didn't know this would happen. It's nobody's fault." I said smiling. "Okay. Do you need anything?" she asked. "What Renesmee needs, is peace and quiet, fluids, and a comfortable bed, with fluffy pillows, and someone to take care of her." Rosalie said. Jacob, Mom and Dad quickly jumped up and ran for the door. Esme walked in. "Hi, sweetie. Here, eat this." She and Rose propped me up. "Eat the soup. It'll be good for you." Carlisle said, putting his medical supplies away.

Dad came back with blankets and more pillows. Jacob andMom brought back water, orange juice, and Aspirin. Carlisle chuckled. "Looks like you're going to be well taken care of. However, this is my office. I'll lend it to you. No making messes, understood?" Carlisle asked smiling at me. "You got it Doc." I said. I ate my soup, and fell asleep a few minutes later.

Jacob was laying on the floor next to the couch when I woke up. I didn't feel like I was going to throw up, but my body still ached all over. His eyes flew open. "Do you need anything, ness?" "I desperately miss my bed." I said sadly. "Doctor's orders clearly say you can't leave. Your Dad told me you should stay in here too. Do you need anything?" he asked again. "I need to pee. Excuse me." I said, feeling irritated.

For goodness sake, I wasn't a baby. I could be in my room if I wanted to be. I walked slowly out the room, and met my father on the way out. "And where do you think you're going, Renesmee?" I sighed. "To the bathroom, to expel my bodily fluids, where else?" I snapped. His lips pressed into a thin line. "Sorry, Dad. I just wish I could be in my room, is that too much to ask for?" He ruffled my hair. "Sorry, sweetheart, but since you haven't ever gotten sick before, Carlisle and I want to make sure nothing else is spiraling out of control."

"It's not, Dad. I would be the first to know. I love you guys, I really do. But I want to ride out my first case of the Flu on my comfortable bed, with my laptop, magazines, and TV." Dad sighed. "I'm afraid that until you're better, you won't be in that bed." I glared at him, and stomped to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. I felt like crying for some reason. And to make matters worse, stomping made my legs hurt even more. My head was pounding so hard, that I thought it was about to explode.

I took my sweet time using the restroom, because I knew that when I opened that door, I'd be greeted by myMom, or Dad, pissed off at me. It was rare when I acted up, the last time that happened was before we destroyed the Volturi, when Dad said I couldn't fight.

As I washed my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror, and almost cried. My face was red, sweat matted my hair to my forehead. My eyes were red, and puffy. I looked ugly! I hated being sick already. I just wanted to feel better. I took a deep breath threw my nose, and coughed. Ugh, it was stuffed up. Coughing didn't help any, either. And I felt nauseous, again.

I dried my hands, and walked out. I was surprised to find Mom there, rather than a fire-breathing Dad. Tears streamed down my face and I collapsed into Mom's arms. "I'm sorry, Mom. I really am. I didn't mean to act like that. Sorry. I won't do it again. It's just that I'm feeling like shit. I just want this to be over with. I hate that my body aches, my head hurts, and that my nose is stuffed up. I don't like feeling like I'm going to barf, but nothing comes out." I said, sniffling, completely soaking the front of her silk shirt.

"Oh, and now I ruined your shirt." I said, more tears pouring down my face. "Ssssshhh, Nessie. It's okay. Don't cry, you'll be fine. It'll be over soon. Do you want me to carry you to the couch?" I nodded, and she scooped me up and carried me down the hall. Dad waited for us, by the door. "Sorry, Dad." I mumbled, feeling totally stupid for acting like such a bratty child.

"It's okay, Renesmee." He said, taking me from Mom, and laying me on the couch. "Just don't act up like that again." He said, kissing my cheek. "I won't." I said, sighing heavily. Rosalie put a tub next to my head. "Just in case." She explained.

I nodded. I stared at the ceiling for a while. Jacob was snoring softly on the floor. Rose was on Carlisle's laptop, browsing online. Mom and Dad sat in the two chairs in front of Carlisle's desk. I honestly hoped that the soup Esme had given me wouldn't revisit me. I hadn't ever thrown up before, but from what Mom always told me, it wasn't pleasant. My stomach was doing flip flops.

"Dad,could I have Sprite, or something?" I asked in a weak voice. "Of course." He said before getting up, and darting out the door. "You feeling any better, sweetheart? Mom asked. "Not really." I said. Jacob opened his eyes and smiled.

"Hey, Ness." "Hey." I said, automatically smiling back. "Feeling any better?" "Not really. " I said, sighing again. Dad came back in with a tall glass of soda. "Drink it fast, so the fizz will help you with the nausea." "'kay." I said. I chugged it down, the Sprite burning my throat. It made my stomach feel a little better. I fell asleep again. When I woke up, I looked around. Only Jacob, Emmett, and Alice were in the room. "Here." Alice said, handing me a folded piece of paper.

Dad left with Jasper and Carlisle for a quick hunt. It said. Hmm, this was my chance. "We're on a mission." Alice said. "Speak." I commanded, smiling. "We're moving you to your room. Your Dad won't kill me, but he'll be pissed. But, I am your loving Aunt Alice, so I'm taking you, ready? We're about to begin Mission GRTHR!"

I raised an eyebrow. "What the heck is GRTHR?" I asked. Alice stood, and put her hands on her hips. "Get Renesmee to her room, duh!" She said, grinning. Mom spoke up from the desk, "Are you sure, Alice? I don't like it when Edward gets mad … no offense Esme, but he's almost as dangerous as Carlisle." Esme laughed as she walked in with more soup, and some Saltines.

"Positive, little sister. Now, I'm going to carry you. All set?" "Okay, go." She scooped me up, and ran full-speed down the hall. "Ugh, Alice. That's not good for my tummy." I said. "Oops, sorry." She said as she kicked the door open. "Think you can walk?" "Yeah." I said. She set me on my feet and I walked to my bed. I got settled in and ate what Esme had made for me. I seriously did not know how Esme did it, but whatever she cooked, always tasted so delicious. There is never a time where I don't like anything she makes.

"What magazines do you want, Ness?" Jacob asked as he thumbed threw my third row of shelves that were dedicated to my monthly subscriptions on Fashion magazines and stuff. I grinned. "Could you please hand me last month and this month's copies of Victoria's Secret, please?" He nodded and a few seconds later handed them to me, blushing deep red. "Thank you." "Mmmm hmm." He said, lost for words. Guess he saw the front covers. He sat next to me, and turned on the TV.

While he watched his baseball game, I thumbed threw the magazines. Alice pulled one of my chairs over to browse with me. "Hmm, I should mark this page. You need some of these for your honeymoon." She said, pointing a finger with a perfectly painted blue fingernail at the lingerie displayed on the whole page. I blushed and hid my face in my hands. Jake looked over. "Do I even want to know?" "No!" I almost shouted.

"Okay." He said turning back to the TV. "Alice Brandon Cullen, don't you dare get any of that!" I hissed. "Oh, shush. I am. Your Mom's helping me. I bought some for her wedding night too, you know." Just hearing that made my stomach turn. "Alice, that was TMI!" I groaned. "Well, your Dad certainly enjoyed it all, just saying." Speaking of Dad, I heard him coming up the stairs.

"Oh, Renesmee, we must get you some of these fabulous tunics. What color would you like?" I looked at the page. "one of each." I said. My throat felt way better, and so did my stomach and head. I hoped this was just a twenty-four hour thing.

Jake turned his head to look at us just as Dad, Emmett, jasper and Carlisle walked in. "Tunics? Like Egyptian tunics?" Jacob asked, clearly confused as to why we would spend tons of money on Egyptian garb. "I tell you those girls are getting way in to fashion. I remember when it was just Rose and Alice, now you've got my one and only daughter buying Egyptian clothing. Alice, this better be worth it." Dad said, chuckling.

I started laughing uncontrollably. I was running out of breath. "Y-y-you … think… th-th-they're … fr-fr-from E-e-e-egypt?" I asked between laughs. "Well duh, Ness. Why else do you think they're called Tunics?" Emmett said, grinning.

Mom, Rose and Alice were doubled over in laughter. "Oh, boys! They're called that because they're long shirts that they can wear with leggings." Esme explained. "Oh. Now I understand what they are." Carlisle said, chuckling. "This is why we let them do the shopping for us. They know what's best in fashion." Jasper said.

I turned to Jake who was still laughing. "Wow, I think I've been hanging around Rosalie too long. I feel so blond now." He teased, grinning at Rose. "Hey. Don't insult me that way, Dog! And for the record, Carlisle and Jasper are blond too!" She said, not the least bit angry at him. "Hey!" Esme and Alice both said. "What, it's the truth. Well, at least your husbands don't hang off banisters, and drink Starbucks, or pretend to be a doctor. So I guess they're smart blondes." Rosalie said.

"Of course they are." Alice agreed. "So, what do these tunics look like?" Jacob asked. I showed him. "Hmm, I like them." "Who wouldn't?" Alice muttered. "Alice." I said, raising an eyebrow, "Do I really have to remind you of the time you bought—" "No! Sorry, I'll be nice." "Thank you." I said closing the magazine.

"Renesmee?" Alice said, smirking. "What?" "Guess what?" "Get on with it, Alice, or I'll make my soup come back up." "I'm still going to buy you lingerie. Don't think I haven't forgotten. You'll have the most frilliest things in those suitcases for—" "Dad, can you kill her for me, bring me her pieces, and let me reconstruct her?" I interjected. "Certainly." Dad said standing. Alice let out a lound screech before running out the door.

Hey, what a good way to spend your first day being sick, huh?

A/N So, what did you think? Thank you all so much for keeping up with my stories. I know I say this every chapter, but I truly mean it. I appreciate you guys, so much! So, I know what story I'm going to post on Saturday. Look out for that. You'll love it! A shout out to thereadingturtle, for sticking with me through all my weird updates, and giving me ideas. Thanks for the reviews for the last chapter!

Until next time

-RoseNEmmettForever-