(A/N So a little talking about sex I this one. Just want to warn my younger readers. And please, please review! They mean so much to me and help me decide on what to write. The more people review, the faster I update. And, I had a review that said I needed to put who's point of view it is in. I realize that I didn't for chapters two through five. If anyone was confused, they were all in Bella's point of view. I'm sorry if I miss whose point of view it is, I just get so wrapped up in writing that it slips my mind. I also wanted to inform everyone that I am ahead of where you all are reading. I am posting this chapter today, but I have just finished writing my twentieth. If you want me to update more, just review and I'll try to do that. I have no life, so it isn't a problem for me. Sorry for the long A/N Thanks! Love you all.)
Chapter 10: (4 weeks later)
Bella's Pov.
I lay on the couch, feeling surprisingly lazy for a vampire. This had been going on for a few days now. I would get dizzy, and once I actually found myself craving Renesmee's omelet. This along with the fact that I've felt butterflies in my stomach that a vampire shouldn't feel. It almost felt familiar.
This had started the day after Edward and I took a short, couple hour vacation while Renesmee was sleeping. Of course, making love was hard without other family members to watch Renesmee, so we took advantage of her going to bed early.
We had been strolling down the beach when we went into the water, starting to get heavy, when Edward suddenly took us underwater. When we surfaced, we were in a magical cave. It was lit by its own natural light, and the walls were colored by some sort of glowing, multi color light.
We had made love there and since then I had been, off.
Edward was off at the main land, getting some things for the house, and I felt a pressure in the back of my throat that I hadn't since I've been human. I rush to the bathroom and bend over the toilet as blood comes spewing up my throat.
I manage to get it all in the toilet, and I keep retching, making sure that there is nothing left in my body. I stare at the bloody mess in horror, and I then realize what those butterflies in my stomach had been. No.
(Renesmee's Pov.)
I was on my cliff that hangs above the water very close to the house, skipping stones across the vast blue ocean around me, and missing Jacob. I would breathe in deeply, pause, and throw the stone as I breathe out. Daddy thinks this helped me concentrate more.
When I breathe deeply, readying myself to throw the next stone, I smell the faint hint of blood. Not from an animal, but from inside my house. I furrow my brow in confusion. No one in my house bleeds, except me.
I instantly become frightened and take off towards the house as fast as I can. I am now a little bigger than before, my growth halt still going on.
I run into the house and straight to the bathroom, the source of the smell. I fling the door open and my heart stops at what I see. My mother, bending over the toilet, vomiting mouthfuls of blood.
What?
(A.N. Short chapter, I know. Sorry guys. But, does the vomiting blood and butterflies seem familiar?)