A/N

Jacob and I had a stare down.

His black eyes looked over me as if I were a monster and my lip twitched when he scrunched his face up in focus. I knew that look all too well.

"Nessie?" he whined.

I rolled my eyes and looked away. He groaned.

"Renesmee? I asked you a question." he said sternly this time.

My eyes shot up. "And?" I said defiantly. Being stubborn was gonna fix anything.

I knew at this point I was acting like a prissy little bitch but I promised myself I wouldnt let him find out. It would crush him more than anything.

A fierce and low growl ripped through his throat and out his mouth as he looked at me in disbelief. I pretended as if I didnt seem phased by it but by me slipping up, Jacob and I were back to how we were many, many months ago.

I was amazed how swiftly mood changes in this house.

4 Months Later...January

Leah's POV

The shine of the red nail polish glistened over her big toe as she sat before me; her huge belly being rubbed soothingly by her freshly painted red nails.

She watched closely at every little stroke I did on her toenail. "You're good." she commented and looked over her fingers.

"Thanks." I replied. "I painted my own walls, ya know."

At that, she examined the walls carefully and smiled. "You did this all by yourself?"

I nodded and dipped the brush back into the bottle. "They were yellow before."

She snickered a little. "Well done. When did you do it?"

I swallowed hard. "Last year. Around June."

"Hey, that's when I-" she caught her tongue and I rolled my eyes.

I never thought Id ever develop such an interesting relationship with Nessie.

She was my best friend in the whole entire world but she was the closest friend I had. When Sam broke up with me, I began to ignore all the friends that we're trying to help me. Like Rachel and Rebecca, Jacob's older twin sisters. I havent seen them in almost four or five years now. My brain hurt at the thought of it.

"Did you and Jacob talk today?" I asked to distract myself.

She exhaled heavily and rolled her eyes. "Nope."

Ever since Nessie almost let it slip that she had seen me four months ago to Jacob, she's been coming over here at all hours of the day and night to find some "human interaction," she put it. Jacob wont talk to her unless she fesses up about how she knows about that picture I had in my mirror. Jacob was quite pissed about Nessie suddenly having nothing to say about it and he refused to even look at her. Not unless she spoke up, of course. If you ask me, it's quite a stupid thing to get mad over. She was pregnant, for Christ's sake. Grow a pair.

Jacob was stupid.

So sweetly stupid.

We were silent as I finished her pinky toe with its second coating. The soft music played over my radio since I couldnt find my iPod. I hummed along with the singer who I couldnt remember the name of at the moment. Nessie's other foot twitched as its toes nail polish dried

"He hates me." she finally said after what seemed like a long time. I twisted the brush top back on the bottle and tossed it back into the basket of nail polish that I havent used till now.

"No, he doesnt." I disagreed.

"How would you know? He adores you."

I rolled my eyes. "Jacob hates Sam. Jacob hates raw fish. Jacob hates a lot of things but he doesnt hate you."

Her eyebrow jerked up. "He wont even look at me."

"Dont take it personal. Jacob just hates things he thinks he has to. He just feels a little hurt and hes dealing with it like a bitch," I let a laugh leave my mouth and Nessie hesitated but joined in soon afterwards.

I blew on her toes as she began to rub her belly once more.

"Right? Anyway, I dont think Ive experienced a more awkward Christmas. When I woke up, he was already off to his dad's house with his gift already opened. And when he got home, he gave me this little shit-eating sarcastic grin and said 'Merry Christmas,'" She deepened her voice to match his and she did an OK imitation. I raised my brow and scoffed.

"That's Jacob for ya." I said, knowing his childish, immature way of dealing with his emotions all too well.

"I hate this side of him. I swear that is the only thing he's said to me in the last four months. 'Merry Christmas,'" she said again and this time it blew my mind at how good she was with imitations.
"I think we were better when we were a couple. We barely talked except for this one time. We were in the bathroom and he was brushing his teeth. I had some conditioner or something on my neck and he told me in this innocent little sweet voice." She blushed.

"Back then he had to make things better. Now its my turn." she grimaced and rolled her eyes. Her eyes shot to her stomach then back at me.

I thought about what she was saying and felt a sudden rush of guilt go over me. Again, my fault. I mentally cursed himself.

She looked down and blew a kiss to her tummy. "Im so worried."

"About?" I asked. She inhaled and let her breath go in a huff.

"My-our baby." She caught her mistake and grimaced. "I know we're not together but I dont want my little angel being born to a family where his or her parents hate each other. I refuse to let that shit go down."

"But you dont hate him, though." I said and played with a lock of hair that was covering over my face.

"That's my problem. I wish I hated him or resented him or felt something else for him because loving him isnt doing either of us any good." She paused and looked at me shyly then removed a lock of hair from her face. "He treats me like shit and I still cant break free from him."

I didnt agree with her as much as I expected myself to. I believed she was foolish to love someone who treated her so illy but I was at fault too considering I loved him just as much as she did.

"He still loves you." I tried to say but she interupted me.

"Yeah, right. If I werent pregnant, he wouldnt even be thinking about me. He'd still be happily with you. It's my fault you and him are like this. He hates me for it, I know he does." I noticed the envy in her voice as she began to grind her teeth together.

"I doubt that."

She looked at me in disbelief. Her palm suddenly raised up and for a minute, I thought she was gonna hit me. But instead, her hand touched my face tenderly, like a mother did her child.

And before I could even speak, the image of Nessie were put before me. Nessie's hair was jet black in the image and she was backing up unstably with a frightened look on her face. Her body hit the wall and Jacob's muscled arm came into view. His body was shaking as he continued to talk down on Nessie. I could exactly hear what he was saying but I knew it mustve been hurtful because Nessie was in tears. She lifted her hand, to swipe him I assumed but Jacob caught it and slammed it on the wall she was pressed against.

I jumped at how evil and angry he looked and I involuntarily moved my face away.

"When was that?" I asked, slightly disturbed.

She bit the inside of her mouth. "Last year. He said he came home from your place." She whispered.

Last year? My house?

"Nessie, if I had known that he-" I started my apology.

"It's fine."

Renesmee shrugged and played with her hair as I leaned back against the wall and sat there with a stupid look on my face. She began humming the tune of a song I knew all too well.

"...Cant break free from the things that ya do. I wanna walk but I run back to you..." I hummed with her.

"That why I hate myself for lovin' you..." she finished and smiled slightly at me.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes until Nessie exhaled and crawled beside got on her side and lay her head on a pillow beside my leg. Her eyes drooped and she inhaled heavily.

"Wake me up when Im not pregnant," was the last thing she said before I felt her exhaled on my thigh and her eyes drooped. I snickered and kissed her head. "Goodnight, Nessie." I said.

"'G'night, Leah," she replied sleepily. Nessie was snoring in seconds. I got up from my spot, carefully not to disturb her and walked over to my dresser. I rummaged through my dresser in search of some gym shorts I could change into out of my jeans but then I realized that I had let Nessie wear my last clean pair tonight.

I shut the drawer hard and the mirror shook. It caught my attention and I looked up at the picture of me and Jacob. After sighing depressingly and running my hands through my now down-the-back black hair, I reminisced on that perfect day.

It hurt my gut to but I did anyway.

In fact, Ive taught myself to not think about Jacob. It was a struggle but I was getting better at it.

It was hard not to since Ive got his pictures everywhere on my wall and Ive left an emotional scar on him. Breaking up with him...was a mistake. I ruined his life and my own over someone so completely harmless...and wasnt even born yet!

"Ugh, fuck my life." I whispered and leaned over to the door. I shut the crack and switched the lights off.

I plopped on my bed lazily next to Nessie, the light from the moon outside of the window, guiding me in the dark.

Should I jump?

The waves rocked around harshly down below against the sharp rocks that could tear my lame flesh apart, limb from limb.

Just the thought of it made my skin sting and crawl.

Should I jump?

I was literally on the edge, my mind were daring my feet to take one more step.

Because one more step is all it took.

One more step and my lean body would be falling forward into the deep river of nothingness and empty.

Should I jump?

The breeze came by with an undeniably arousing scent in it and I smiled.

After sighing and making my final decision, my right foot went forward and before I knew it, the clear, clean water was a deep trench and with hearing my own scream...

I awoke with the six o' clock in the morning chill of fog, creeping though my open window. My arms were surfaced with goosebumps along with my legs.

Perplexed, I found the strength to lift myself up. Beside me was Nessie, who lay the same way she had when she fell asleep last night. Her body was colder than usual and her hard, vampire skin was covered in goosebumps as well. That shocked me. She was more human than I thought her to be.

I rolled out of bed, sleepily and walked over to my window, that was adjacent to my bed. I pushed it down and the chill rushed over my bare legs. The blanket Nessie was using was slipping down her arm and tummy so I rearranged it to cover her from the neck down. She exhaled and a blush rushed to her face, cutely.

With a shiver, I forced my groggy body towards the bathroom across the hall. The wooden floor creaked as I stepped.

Seth groaned from his room and I kind of shook a little, forgetting he came to visit me. I gave my reflection a face that I could just slap off and with that I felt my bladder weaken.

I locked myself in the bathroom until ten minutes later, I heard Nessie's yawn. I flushed and washed my hands before leaving the bathroom. The hallway was warmer as I knocked lightly and poked my head in on the guestroom where Seth slept.

"Seth?" I whispered and his sleeping body didnt stir. His body was sprawled lazily over the bed with his obnoxious snore filling the room.

I smiled. "He's good." I noted and shut his door.

My room, however was still freezing and I shivered when I entered but Nessie seemed perfectly fine as she sat upright. She was used to it; her skin was naturally cold.

"'Morning." she said and ran her hand through her reddening hair.

"Good morning, Ness." My ass sat itself on the bed as I greeted her.

She looked passed me at the digital clock and read the numbers. "Long night, huh?" Her sarcastic voice was raspy when she spoke. "It's time for me to go."

My mouth opened without me thinking. "Dontcha wanna stay for breakfast?" I asked, desperately.

She grinned but shook her head. "I think I should get home. It's not like Jacob cares where I am but I dont want him getting suspicious. Things are bad enough."

I understood her logic. "Oh, ok," I said, slightly disappointed that her company would be gone soon.

Nessie returned my shorts to me as she put her maternity jeans back on along with her leather jacket.

I walked her downstairs and before she left, Nessie turned on her heels and she slyly met my lips to hers for a good five seconds. Left in shock, she waved shyly and cheerfully cried, "Bye, Lee," and with that, the door shut before I could respond.

My fingers touched my buzzing lips. Only my closest friends called me "Lee."

Grinning like an idiot, I returned to my room and happily went back to sleep with the sweetest of dreams floating around in my head.

A/N Im sorry this chapter was kinda rushed and skipped a whole bunch of time; it's just I wanna write the end of the story now since I figured out how I wanna finish it off.