NOTE: Now in this chapter Renesmee questions her fertility. SHe has a conversation with Carlisle but doesn't get many answers. Suggestions for the story are always welcome! I own nothing but the plot. Enjoy! You can skip the underlined area if you would like, it would be hard to understand if you haven't seen the movie. If you love old movies I suggest watching Gaslight, I love that movie!

CHAPTER 25 OPTIONS

Jake walked with me back to Carlise's mansion of a home. Along the way we saw a couple of frogs along the brooke and a few black tailed deer. The scent invaded all my other senses but I wasn't that hungry. There were a few Bunchberry Flowering dogwoods, they always seemed to catch my attention. We sat there for a few minutes until, it began to sprinkle. Soon we were running, Jake in his wolf form and me sprinting next to him, with his clothes and shoes in hand, to Grandpa Carlisle's. Lightning and thunder quickly began to roll in, it always caused bad dreams, which made me believe that there was bad news coming. Jake dropped me off, leaving for another patrol, again. I left his clothes and shoes on the porch.

Momma and Daddy had left for Denali as they were supposed to a few days ago before my anxiety episode. My parents had stayed back when they had received the call from Grandpa Charlie, that I had passed out. To worried about my mental state or health or whatever, they opted to leave in a couple of days when I seemed somewhat stable. The house was cold as usual. I grabbed a coat out of the closet. Wrapping a cut tweed pea coat around my now cold skin. I knew it was Alice's she had about twenty of them so I knew she wouldn't mind if I borrowed it for a bit.

Rosalie was probably with Uncle Em in the garage messing with Momma's old truck, that I loved so much. They continuously did upgrades to it without ever informing me. They also managed to find a 1957 Chevy Bel Air Nomad shell. I was a bit jealous. Emmett had boughten it for Aunt Rose so she could rebuild it for her to drive. Currently, I couldn't tell you where Alice was, but I knew Uncle Jasper would be with her. Making my way to the living room I found Grandma Esme crocheting something as she watched a black and white re-run of the classic film Gaslight on AMC.

"Hi, Grandma." I called out to her as I walked closer and plopped down next to her on the sleek couch.

"Hey, baby what are you up to?"

"Nothing much, I need to talk to Grandpa, where is he?"

"In his, study."

I sat and watched for awhile. Paula, the main character, is being told by her husband, Gregory Anton, that she is insane, or in a much more polite way, she was not able to remember simple things. Slowly ,she begins to believe her husband. She believed she was slowly going insane and, I felt the same way. Driven insane not with confusion but with loneliness. I still couldn't come to terms as to why I felt lonely and depressed. Maybe, I needed love, perhaps, I had a biological clock ticking, in fact, it stopped ticking. Suddenly, I comprehended why I may be feeling this way. I could never have children and my body, heart and mind knew it, I just couldn't process this, until this very moment. No longer could I watch this movie, I felt just as insane as Paula felt but barrenness and loneliness must have been my Gregory Anton driving me into a lunatic. Oh man, I couldn't even make sense in my own mind, this movie always did this to me, making me feel like a mental spastic person. Promptly, I stood and dashed to grandpa's study while I sent word to Esme that I was going to speak with Carlisle.

"I'm gonna go talk to grandpa!"

"Alright." I could faintly hear her now echoing voice as I climbed the stairs. I came to the end of the hall where Grandpa's office was. His study door was always open. I stood at the door frame seeing him read a newspaper. Still I stood at that door frame knocking on the drywall that was next to the molding, framing the doorway.

"Carlisle?"

"Hello, my granddaughter," he smiled cheerfully, folding the newspaper up turning his complete attention to me, "How are you doing?"

"Quite alright, I could be better."

"Oh? You're not really alright are you?"

"No. I need-" I paused.

" What is it you need?"

"Can I talk to you?"

As he made his way onto his feet, he walked around to the front of his desk, casually sitting on it and crossing his arms, "You know you always can Nessie?"

"Can I ask you something?"

Grandpa smiled at me, "Of, Course."

"It's kinda personal, " I stated, he nodded back and I carried forward with this difficult topic, " And I thought it would be best to ask since Daddy is gone."

"Fair enough, What is on your mind?"

"Can, I have...Uhm?" I scratched the back of my head out of nervousness, "Is it possible for.... How do I ask this?" I let out a loud sign and decided to let my powers do the work,"Let me see your hand." I grabbed his hand, and sent the pulse of my thoughts and emotions through him. The brownish red and light purple showed itself. I flat out showed him me, being pregnant, than asking Is it possible?

"Ness, You're half human, which believes me to lead that it's possible. Your growing has slowed, which may be a concern, if you do become pregnant, I'm unsure how it will affect you and a fetus, physically."

"I'm stronger than momma was."

"But you're still human, and your growth is slowing, as soon as it stops, I'm not sure if you'll still be able to ever conceive."

"But my heart will still be beating, so doesn't that mean I can have a baby."

"Maybe, as long as you have a menstrual cycle."

"It stopped having one a while ago. I know this was a dumb question, I j-just wanted to know my options."

"It's a perfectly normal question."

"But if I can have kids, what if I have a kid with a vampire, or someone like me or..." I paused at the thought but I wanted to know, " someone like...Jacob?"

"Like Jacob?"

"Yeah, Jacob or someone like me or a vampire or even a human." I watched his eyebrow raise high above the other, a slight snicker came from his mouth but I forged ahead with my wonderment, " I was just wondering."

"Well, it's simple math."

"Hmmm, so it could be possible for me to have my own child?"

"Nessie, I didn't even know your kind existed until you were born, so I know about as much as you do. All I can say is, when it comes to you, I am completely unsure of everything. But...If you want my personal opinion..."

"I do, I do."

" I believe it could be possible."

"Even if I don't have my period anymore."

"You've always had an erratic period, perhaps there's still that slight chance. Your growth has halted, but like I said, I don't know much about your kind. Don't count on my opinion though, I just can't give you a definite answer, not yet. I'll have to do some research."

"Okay." I responded gnawing at the inside of my cheek.

"I apologize for not being more helpful."

"No, it's find Grandpa. Thanks."

"Alright, sweetie. Is there anything else?"

"Do you have food in the fridge?"

"You're not going to Jacob's for dinner tonight?" It was now seven pm.

"Nah, Jake has a patrol and Billy was having Grandpa Chuck over I thought I'd let them have guys night, if they don't call to have me make dinner."

"You deserve a night off from cooking."

"I do. Thanks again grandpa."

I left that study even more disappointed than before. The steps actually creaked as I placed my foot on each step. Making the loneliness I have been feeling only echo more in my soul. It was as if all the stars in the sky had suddenly burnt out, all was dark when each star should have shone brightly. Each star being possibilities; of love, of children, of a happy future for myself. Truly, I counted on Grandpa's opinion but if the most intelligent being I know has doubts about my fertility, then I should be to. The fact that I had technically got no real answers, bothered me.

Through this, It was time to come to terms with my barrenness and loneliness.

Feeling depressed, I made my way to the sleek and modern kitchen of the house. At a sloths speed, I made a ham and cheese sandwich. I placed the mustard and mayonnaise back in the fridge, along with everything else. I sat at the counter top staring at my sandwich. We were having a staring contest and believe it or not, I was winning. My eyes were burning as I was day dreaming about the children I could have had. About the soul mate I desired. All I could do was absorb this sudden change in my life. Now, I wasn't as hungry as I thought.

"Hey Renesmee, what's wrong?" My aunt Alice's Alto voice didn't startle me. She always appeared out of no where.

Not feeling like talking, I placed my hand over hers as soon as she sat at the bar stool next to me. I showed her the daughter I was just imagining. She had pin straight dark brown hair, and I had given her green eyes. I hoped daddy's human trait of green eyes would be passed along to my children, but that was a long shot. So I showed her with brown eyes. Her skin wasn't as pale as mine, she had a bit more color. It looked like she had a tan from being in the sun all day.

"Where did you see that girl?" she examined my vision I had shown her.

" I've had dozens of dreams about her and a little boy," I answered playing with my sandwich.

"Don't play with your food," she said slapping my hand, "Why'd you show me her?"

"That's what I would hope my daughter would look like. If I could have children," I said still staring at my sandwich. "But I can't."

"Show me your son." I turned to her, a gigantic smile spread across her face. She placed her hand out, palm up waiting for me to touch her. At first, I was going to say no but I decided to indulge her. I placed my palm on hers and showed her my imaginary son. Dark hair, similar to my daughters, but almost black. He had lighter skin and he for sure would have dark eyes.

"They look so similar yet, nothing alike."

"That's what they look like in my head, in my dreams or at least what I would want them to."

"He looks like Jacob."

"He does huh? Well, I guess my imaginary son would look like Jake."

"Your daughter looks like you and Jake mixed but I think hazel eyes would fit her better."

"Yeah, well those are my imaginary kids."

"They're beautiful," she smiled, " Now eat your sandwich."

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"Renesmee?" Nahuel lightly brushed my arm when he said my name.

"Hmm?" I acknowledged him turning my head his direction but never taking my eyes of the fall.

" Would you marry me?"

My head and gaze turned to him swiftly, I was astounded and flattered. "Marry you?" I spoke in such an impingent tone that he hesitated to answer.

"Ye- Yeah?" He studdered. I truly was flattered and even thought about saying yes for a second, but thinking about the logistics of the situation.