AN: New chapter! *Yawns* I'm just gonna watch you guys do all the reading. I'm too tired. Enjoy.

It seems that, lately, my parents had developed a slight tendency to surprise me over the years that I have been away from home. Not only had Charlie been perfectly accepting of the fact that my boyfriend that he'd never met had knocked me up, he actually seemed excited to be having a grandchild on the way. So rather than glaring and threatening to throw Jacob off a building, he spoke non-stop about my own baby years as well as Riley's. Every little thing from the days we were born to the days we left for college. Every achievement, every fall and scrape of the knee, every single temper tantrum and every little stunt we pulled as teenagers. Not a single detail was left out. And then, just we'd thought he'd said everything he needed to say, he pulled out the baby photo album, explaining the story behind each and every little picture. I wondered how he had so much stuff on me, considering that I lived with my mom in a whole different state for a huge chunk of my life.

At 11:30, I couldn't take it anymore and pointed out how late it was, making sure to add how it wasn't good for him to stay up too late if he was going to go fishing the next day like he always did when I was living with him. Jacob and I washed the dishes and turned off all the lights and heavily dragged ourselves (okay, well, Jacob carried me) up the stairs. We changed into our pyjamas and crawled under the covers. Jacob let me use his arm as a pillow, his body moulding into the curve of my back.

"No offence," he whispered tiredly into my ear, "but your dad talks way too much. I thought he'd never shut up." His other arm lay around my waist and he pulled me back closer to him.

"Not usually," I said, "I think he's just stoked about the baby. I've never heard him speak so much in my life."

The hand on my waist slipped under my top and ran over the little smooth bump of my stomach in slow, gentle circles. "Everyone is stoked about the baby. I can't wait for her to get here."

I smiled. "You still think it's a she?"

"It's more likely to be a she."

"There's a fifty percent chance it's a she!"

He kissed my cheek softly and said nothing, hand still on my belly. So I ignored him with a chuckle, yawned and closed my eyes.

"Bella?"

"Hmm?"

"I think I want a girl."

"Okay."

I don't know if he said anything after that because I was already drifting off. I had a dream, a dream I'd had before, of Jacob holding a little baby in his arms, except that this child was quite a few months older and so obviously a girl, her silk black hair almost at her chin.

When my eyes fluttered open the next day, the light coming through my curtains was nine o'clock sunlight. Jacob was awake, and his hand was still on my stomach running circles. He could tell that I'd woken up.

"You finally awake?" he asked me anyway.

"Mmm. It was a good sleep." Even knowing it was morning, I closed my eyes again because I was too comfortable to move even an inch.

"I was wondering if you wanted to meet my family today. La Push is just a stone's throw away."

Groaning, I removed his hand from my stomach so that I could turn to face him. I was momentarily stunned into silence when I realised he was topless but I quickly gathered myself. "Why didn't you wake me early," I whined, trying really hard not to stare at his bare chest. "I'd love to go!"

"We can still go. I just wanted to let you sleep."

Sighing, I climbed over his body, my hand on his chest for a moment and off the bed, grabbing my toiletries. "Well let's get ready to go. I don't want to get there too late."

"We have time," he said.

But I ignored him, rushed off to the bathroom and jumped right into the shower. I tried to make it as quick as possible without skimming through. I brushed my teeth twice and brushed through my hair twice as long and I put on some extra deodorant. I rushed back to my room and changed while Jacob was in the shower.

The drive to La Push took no more than ten minutes. In no time we were passing the houses and reservation limits. Close to noon we were driving up to a little red house almost near the centre of the reservation and it had four or five cars sitting outside. How many people were here?

"Is it just me?" I asked, getting out of the car, "Or does your dad have a lot of cars?"

Jacob came around the car and threw an arm around my shoulders. "I don't know what's going on here. I thought we were here to see only Rachael and Billy."

When we knocked on the door, a woman answered and a huge smile broke out on her face. She and Jacob looked so much alike, though she seemed older, but their features were the same, her's obviously being more feminine. She was only just a little shorter than Jacob and much much taller than me. What really caught my eye, though, was that they had the exact same bright, friendly smile.

"Hi guys! Oh my god, it's so good to see you again, Jake!" She hugged Jacob and then hugged me. "You must be Bella. So great to meet you. I'm Rachael."

"Hi, Rachael," I said awkwardly but with a smile.

"Well, come on in then. Billy's gonna be so excited to see you."

Jacob took my hand as we walked through the door. "So why do you have a whole car dealership in the front yard? I thought it'd just be you and dad."

She shrugged in differently. "We always have everyone over for lunch on Sundays. You'd know that if you came home more often. Unless you're afraid we'll embarrass you in front of Bella."

I laughed and Jacob waved her off.

"Hey guys," Rachael yelled to the other room, "Jake's here."

I swear it felt like a stampede was headed in our direction and when a whole crowd of people came spilling into the front room, I literally was surrounded. About ten people were around us, excited and laughing and I couldn't keep up with anything. There. Were "hello"s and "you must be Bella" and "so nice to finally meet you" and I didn't remember anyone's name. At some point a man came up to me and I knew that he was Jacob's father. They looked too much alike. He gave me a hug and told me how excited he was about meeting me but then another person was there at the same time and they were both speaking and it was all just chaos. Jacob must have seen how overwhelmed I was by his huge family because he came back over to me and put an arm around my waist.

"Well, don't all attack her at once. Sheesh, not a minute has passed and already you're trying to scare her off." Everyone laughed and there were collective sorrys that caught my ear. "Now get back in the living so I can introduce you properly."

Everybody filed back into the room the came from except Jacob, Billy and I.

"Sorry about that," Billy apologised. "They're animals, the whole lot of them."

"It's okay. I'll survive."

"Well then, let's go," Jacob said and we followed everyone into the living room. They were all seated around the the television and a game was on. Jacob tightened his grip around me and sighed. "Try to behave yourselves this time, guys, will you. Alright, now let's try this again the right way. Everyone, this is Bella."

"Hi, Bella," they all said together and I laughed because they sounded like an AA meeting.

"Bella, starting from your left, you know my dad Billy and my sister Rachael, next to her is her husband Paul, then next to them is Quil one of my best friends ever and his daughter -and probably my godchild- Claire; my cousin Sam and his way pregnant wife Emily; Uncle Levi and Aunt Lizzy, Sam's parents, Aunt Lizzy is my mom's sister; that's Seth, he's Leah's brother, the poor boy; their parents my Aunt Sue and Uncle Harry -who is Billy's cousin- and my cousin Jared -who is Sam's brother- and his girlfriend Kim. You got that?"

I stood there, eyes wide and blinking, only about three names sticking to my brain. So, naturally, all I could say was "Uh . . . Could you repeat that?"

They laughed again and Jacob kissed my cheek, making me go red. "You'll get it eventually."

For a while we stayed in the living room and I got to know some of the family. Seth, Billy and a few others knew my father. Harry had actually ended up going fishing the same day as Charlie once and they sometimes fished together. Kim actually reads our magazine sometimes and knows some of my articles.

After that the girls went off to help Rachael in the kitchen. As I stood up, Jacob wouldn't let go of my hand but rather he pulled me closer to whisper in my ear. "Don't work too hard."

Snorting, I pulled my hand from his and rolled my eyes, walking away into the kitchen.

It had been a little cold earlier on but so I had layered myself with clothes but now I was feeling flushed so I took my jacket and sweater off and left them on a chair in the dining room. The kitchen was quite small but big enough to fit Rachael, Kim, Emily and I all in without being squashed together. Emily was going to make muffins, I was going to make mac and cheese, Kim was making turkey sandwiches while Rachael was going to make a pie. I pushed my sleeves up passed my elbows and went over to wash my hands.

"So how far along are you, Bella?" Rachael asked, already putting the pastry base into a pan.

"I'm around fourteen weeks," I say, drying my hands and pulling out a pot.

"You're gonna start showing soon." Emily smiled, waiting beside me to wash her hands. "You probably have a tiny bump by now." Her belly was round and much larger than mine.

I take the packet of dry elbow macaroni and empty it into the pot then fill it with water. "It's there. I mean, you can't really see it but you can feel it there with your hand."

"God, why is everyone having a baby?" Rachael whined. "Now I want one!"

"Well, we didn't exactly plan on having a baby really. It was kind of an accident." This confession makes me red in the face and I try to keep my eyes on my work. But the others only laugh and continue with their work. "What about you, Emily? How far along?"

"Six long and tiring months. Let me tell you, Bella, you have a long way to go."

I sighed, leaving the macaroni on the stove and starting on the cheese and bacon. "I don't know if I'm looking forward to it or if I'm dreading it."

"Well, it's not exactly fun but it's just amazing, the whole bit of it."

We spoke about woman stuff while we worked, laughing and chatting. It wasn't long until my macaroni was in the oven along with Rachael's pie. Emily put her first batch of muffins in a second oven I hadn't noticed until just then. It was probably there for days like this, where food was mass produced in the space of a morning. Like a regular Sunday lunch for more than ten family members.

By 12:00 only Rachael's pie was sitting in the oven, waiting to be ready. I sat on the kitchen counter by the basin while the others sat on chairs facing me. We all were having one of the muffins and juice, talking about how I met Jacob, finding out I was pregnant and me obviously telling only half the story. I just happened to look out the kitchen window to see Jacob on the phone outside. He didn't seem too happy with whoever was on the other end and I turned away from him because it didn't feel right to watch him. It was probably work or Leah or something. So I went onto telling everyone about our doctor's visit.

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