Two weeks later...
It's been two weeks since we've seen the first ultrasound. I'm 11 weeks. It's still the
strangest thing trying to register theres a little person growing inside of you. Strange, yet
awfully amazing.
I looked in the mirror on the back of my door, turned to the side and just stared at the
just noticable bump begining to appear. I was blown away at how fast time was going by. By
all means, I still had another 29 weeks to go, it's just in that moment I knew it was happening
faster than any of us realize.
And there was still so much to do.
Mom finally built up everything she had to contact Grandpa Carlisle and Grandma
Esme. I told them what was going on. I was deathly afraid of disappointing them, but I was
well assured that they'd always be there to help me, and us, and that they wanted sonogram
pictures. I could feel my heart inflate in my chest, with all love that my distant family was
showing me. They never stopped loving me, loving us, after all.
Of course, the one person wanted to be around support me through this as well, was
nowhere to be heard of...
Jacob did everything he could to get me to his parents house for dinner. He was
worried, he wasn't sure how they'd take it. Reguardless, tonight was the night we'd tell them.
Everything else would go from there.
Simply put, I was a nervous wreck. Mom and Charley spent the afternoon with me trying to
be a distraction and help me get ready. Any excuse for 'Girl Time', I suppose. Hair, nails,
make-up, picking out my clothes. But it was really nice to have them holding me up. They
were everything.
I face back forward to the mirror, tugged my shirt back into proper place and grabbed my
purse. Mom wanted me to meet her over in her room for some last minute words of adivce.
I needed every bit I could get. I mean, my mother -the calm, collected one- even freaked out
for the first week or two. Who knew what would go on with the Blacks.
As I knocked on her door, I could see it was already just ever so slightly open. Mom was
sitting on her bed, looking through one of the old pictures albums. I hadn't seen those in
years, but I knew they had a purpose for them to be out.
The door moved open just enough for mom to notice. "Come on in, Ness. I have
something I want to show you", she called out to me. I made my way into the room, as I
walked over to her, I could see her smile grow. "Honey, you look beautiful. Come, sit down
with me". So, I did. She patted the spot closer to her, so I scooted over. Before I knew it, she
moved the album halfway onto my lap so I could look at it as well. The picture I was looking at
was my mother. Her dark brown hair over her left shoulder in a braid, brown eyes with that
sparkle - Charley's get the same way- and dressed in a light blue shirt that hugged her
pregnant stomach. I could immediately tell the background. There was no way you could
mistaken the clean, crisp white walls, adorned with classy painting and a mixture of family
portaits. The Cullen home. I could turned the page to see mom alongside with a face I haven't
seen since I was at least ten years old - Aunt Alice.
Small, pixie-like, shopaloholic Aunt Alice.
I closed the album. What was the point of bringing up these things that were about to make
me cry?
I turned to mom and she embraced me into a hug. She began stroking my hair.
She hasn't done that in years.
"Ness, do you know why I got out this album?", she asked in her soothing voice.
Brushing away tears, "No".
She let out a deep breath. "I don't know if you know, but I was eighteen when I became
pregnant with you". No, I didn't know that.
She waited for my response, but I kept quiet for her to continue.
"Your father and I were married two months after we graduated high school. I mean, yes we
were young, but we had been dating close to two years. A month or two after I moved to
Forks with Charlie. We were young, but old souls. I knew I found 'The One', so when your
father proposed, I said yes. It was a beautiful wedding, you've seen some of the pictures,
right?", I nodded. "It was like out of a little fairytale. Your grandparents and Aunt Alice
arranged our honeymoon on this beautiful little island, which coincidently, your Grandpa
Carlisle bought for Esme. It was perfect. About six weeks after we returned home, everything
began to click and I found out I was pregant with you".
She reached for the album and opened to the page containing a picture of a little baby girl. A
head full of copper ringlets, golden brown eyes and a little dimpled smile.
"You were the most amazing baby I could've ever asked for. And after you I never thought I
would've been blessed with Charley. I counted myself a lucky woman. Even now, I'm lucky".
She smiled at me. "Moral of the story, I want you to choose your path. To create your own imperfect fairytale. I just want you to be happy".
I could feel the tears begining to swell up again. Damn pregnancy hormones and overly-
emotional mother-daughter moments.
Mom handed me a tissue and we started laughing. "When I was pregnant with you, I
guarantee I ten times worse. I couldn't even finish a conversation without crying over
something. Hormones suck, don't they?".
I wiped away the remaining tears and turned to mom. "His parents won't be as supportive as
you are, I can just feel it. The Blacks are well-known family. Did you know Jake's great-
grandfather was the Chief of the Quillette tribe in La Push? What is this going to mean to his
family?".
Mom shook her head. "Renesmee, it doesn't matter what they think. Jacob is eighteen and
you will be as well next fall. You're adults. Your choice is all you. It has nothing to do with me,
Charley or Billy and Sarah Black". She brought her hand to my cheek. "I'll always be there for
you. I'm your mother. Someday, you'll understand what I mean with this little one".
She looked over to the clock on her nightstand and turned back to me.
"Well, look at the time. I'm sure Jacob is due here any minute now. Why don't we go
downstairs with Charley now? I'm sure she wants to you for a bit before you leave".
I got off of my spot on the bed and made my way to the door.
Jacob, I wish I was strong enough to lift not one, but both of us.
Someday I will be strong enough to lift not one, but both of us.