Chapter 10

Forgive

Previously in Knocked Up:

"We were drunk!"

"That's not an excuse, Jacob."

"I know that!"

"Well, you seem to be using it as one."

Jacob sighed, and shook his head. "Look. I'm done. Maybe we should take a break from each other."

"Fine!" Renesmee shouted, following Jacob as he walked down the hall, towards the stairs, and out the door.

"I don't need you anyway," Renesmee felt tears sting the back of her eyes.

She walked into the small living room, lowered herself on the couch, and began to cry.

xXx

Jacob stood outside the door of the apartment, still flushed with anger. His day hadn't necessarily been the best; a gang shooting had left two civilians dead, and a cop severely wounded and at in the ICU at Harborview Medical. A high speed chase ended with a murder case that the FBI was now involved with, which meant that not only was there an ass-load of paperwork, but also a trial that he'd be dealing with in a short few months, around the time his son would be born.

The highlight of his day, finding Renesmee sitting on his couch, stroking her stomach, looking so peaceful…had ended up on the above list.

He really didn't want to leave her…did he? It was just a stupid fight, and he'd overreacted. Babies cost a lot…it was an expense that couldn't be avoided.

Jacob sighed, and walked back into the apartment. He found Renesmee sitting on the couch, stroking her stomach.

"I didn't mean what I said," She said, talking to the baby. "About you being a mess. I'm just afraid. I'm not sure if I'm ready for you yet. You're daddy and I love you very much, even if this wasn't what we planned." Renesmee sighed, and wiped a stray tear from her cheek.

"I love you…and your daddy. It's just hard for us…to adjust to this life. We weren't planning on you…not yet, anyway. And it's going to take a while to adjust. And I'm going to do everything in my will power to avoid being like my mother."

"Why?" Jacob asked, walking towards the couch. "What's your mother like?"

Renesmee jumped slightly, hearing Jacob's voice. "I thought you left," She whispered.

He shook his head. "Just outside the door." He sat next to Renesmee on the couch, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Now, why don't you want to be like your mother?"

Renesmee smiled, and shook her head. "Not everyone wants to turn out like their parents,"

"There has to be reason why, though." Jacob said, turning on his 'detective trait'.

"She isn't exactly 'Mother of the Year' material," Renesmee started.

"What do you mean?" Jacob furrowed his eyebrows.

"My parents are surgeons," Renesmee started slowly. "And my mother always spent her time at work. She didn't care about me. She cared about her work…About her surgeries. I spent my whole life striving for her attention. Out of all honesty, Jake, I think that the reason I'm a surgical intern was some psychological reasoning that if I became a surgeon, then Mom would be happy, and she'd actually pay some attention to me." Renesmee sighed, and ran a hand through her hair.

"I'm not even sure if becoming a pediatric cardiologist is my actual dream, or if it's my dream because it's what Mom would want." Renesmee admitted softly.

"Sounds almost like my father." Jacob mused.

"Are you sure we can do this?" Renesmee asked, running her hand down her abdomen.

"I know we have ten more weeks, Jake, but…that's just not enough time. I'm not ready for this."

"And you think I am?" Jacob laughed lightly. "Renesmee, I don't think anyone's ever 'ready' to be parents. We just have to take it one day at a time. We'll get it eventually."

"I'm holding you to that." Renesmee curled against Jacob's body.

"Hey," Jacob murmured, pressing his lips against Renesmee's hairline. "I'm sorry. About earlier. I had a bad day, and I overreacted."

"What happened?" Renesmee turned her curious eyes to Jacob's face.

He shook his head. "Let's just say that I'll have to go to a few murder trials in a few months, one of which involves the murder of another officer."

Renesmee frowned. "I'm sorry."

"It's part of the job." Jacob sighed.

xXx

32 weeks….

Renesmee hated being pregnant. She was clumsy, she was hot, despite the fact that it was only April, and she was slow. Her feet were swollen, and she couldn't sleep. She had four weeks until her leave started, and for those next four weeks, she was doing nurses' work. No more surgeries and she was lucky if she was on the code team.

At seven months pregnant, Renesmee's back was killing her. She couldn't stand for too long, or do any of the things she could have done a few months ago. She also experienced shortness of breath, and extreme heartburn at night.

Obviously, those women who always talked about how pregnancy was a wonderful, fulfilling experience that every woman would enjoy had never been pregnant.

She still feared becoming a mother. What if she turned out like her mother?

What if you don't? Jacob would counter.

At that, Renesmee would roll her eyes.

At this point in her pregnancy, there was still much for the couple to do. The nursery, for example, had yet to be made. The reasoning behind not doing anything in the nursery was getting the new house. Last week they had received news that they had gotten the house, so now they were in the process of packing everything from both apartments, and getting ready for the move. When they moved into the house, hopefully by the time Renesmee was in her eighth month.

The next seven weeks for Renesmee and Jacob will go by quickly, judging by how fast the last 32 weeks have gone.

In 32 weeks, the two have gone from a one-night stand to a relationship. And in another seven, they'll be parents.

Ready or not.