Leah's POV
I couldn't see my feet, anymore. I was almost nine months pregnant and let me tell you, I am fucking huge. I swear if Quil or Paul makes another reference to Free Willy I am going to personally cut off their dicks. Not only was I huge, but I was tired all the fucking time. I couldn't even go to the bathroom without having to stop and catch my breath. I could not wait for this kid to get out of me. I had this spot set up on the couch where I would spend all my time, not because I necessarily wanted to, but because I couldn't get up unless Jacob or someone helped me. I felt like a child, I couldn't even tie my shoes without help or zip up a sweater.
It had been about six months since I last phased and my body had finally returned back to normal. I was able to go into a doctor's office without having to explain why I was running a temperature. Jacob and I first realized I was back to normal when I touched him and he felt extremely hot. Our suspicions were confirmed when I was opening one of the many cards we got from out wedding and I got a paper cut that did not heal in two seconds. Thankfully this allowed me to be able to have the baby in a hospital setting where both he and I would be taken care of.
Jacob walked into the house, getting home from work. Since the Cullen's have left we have been able to slightly cut back on patrols, but not entirely.
"Isn't that where I left you this morning?" he asked, giving me a quick kiss. I grabbed his arm and pulled myself up. Yep I was definitely someone who was not a big fan of pregnancy.
"Gah! My back hurts so fucking bad," I complained as Jacob led me to the bedroom. Our room was all set up, ready for the arrival of the baby, whose name we still haven't decided on. We had turned my old room into a nursery. Jacob had enlisted the help of Quil, Seth, and Embry and together they painted the room blue and put together the crib and all the other stuff.
"Get ready, babe," Jacob said, walking to the dresser and pulling off his shirt. "We have to go to my dad's. Remember his birthday party is tonight." I looked at him horrified. During the last month and a half I have been able to avoid everyone except the usual people who always hung out at my house. Last time I saw Paul was like a month ago and he shouted "Throw Shamu back in the ocean!" I did not want to see anyone else until I was no longer carrying a balloon under my shirt. They all stressed me out with their annoying personalities and rudeness, and the doctor's number one rule for we was not to get stressed.
"No," I argued. "I'm….tired." I hoped Jacob wouldn't catch my lie. Of course he did.
"You are always tired and no one is going to say anything to you," he said, heading into the bathroom. "My dad wants us there. I am going to take a shower, when I get out you better be dressed."
"Hmph," I pouted, and pushed myself off the bed. I avoided looking in the mirror. One thing I always prided myself on was my slim figure. While I was phasing I looked like one of the guys but I was slim. Now I was huge and had stretch marks. It took effort but I finally was able to put on some jeans and a clean shirt. I eyed my shoes which were located next to the door.
"Okay, shoes, you are going down," I sneered. I waddled over to them and holding onto the door for support I picked them up, then waddled back to the bed. I sat for a moment to catch my breath. Once I was done slipping on the shoes, Jacob came out of the bathroom ready to go and looking gorgeous. Jerk, he ruins my body and then gets hotter. He walked over to me and kneeled at my feet.
"Need help?" he smiled, tying my shoe laces.
"Hey I almost had it," I complained.
"You are also completely out of breath," he said, finishing tying my shoes and helping me up. "We will just stay for a little then come home, okay."
"Yeah, whatever," I grumbled. We got into the car and I laid my head on Jacob's shoulder, dozing off a little. When we got there Jacob helped me out of the car and we made our way inside. Just like I expected, everyone's eyes widened at the sight of me. Everyone was here even Jared, Kim, Emily, and Sam.
"Great to see you made it," Billy said, rolling up to us. I think Billy was the most excited about the baby.
"Happy birthday, Billy," I said. Jacob leaned down and gave Billy a hug. Everyone was out back, where they had the barbeque going. I sat down next to my mom.
"Honey, have you read those books I gave you?" she asked. My mom had bought Jacob and I a bunch of books on babies and pregnancy. I think I read three and Jacob looked at the pictures of two.
"Yep," I lied. "Very interesting." Honestly I wanted to know as little as there is to know about the labor process. All I knew is that it was going to hurt and I would want to die.
"Oh Leah, in just a few days you are going to have a baby," my mom said, wiping away tears. She got like this every time she saw me.
"God, mom, would you stop crying about it?" I told her.
"Its just you and Seth are all grown up," she said. "He is probably going to ask Amanda to marry him soon and you are married with a baby on the way. My job is done."
"Hardly," I scoffed. "My kid needs a grandma." She smiled at my response and hugged me tightly.
"Oh, honey, I will go fix you a plate," she said, jumping up. I looked around and found myself locking eyes with Emily, who gave me a evil glare then spun around and went inside the house. If I wasn't carrying around all this extra weight I would have gone over to her and reminded her that this was my father-in-law's party and she could go shove a stick up her ass. Jared was the only person of the pack who still didn't accept Jacob and I. Not that we minded, though.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a harmonica playing, I looked over to my side and saw Danny blowing away on a harmonica. I gave him a questioning look. He stopped and gave me the biggest grin.
"My daddy said if I blew on my harmonica Free Willy would appear," he said with excitement. "He was right!" My mouth fell open in shock but before I could cuss out the five year old, Rachel grabbed him and led him away to scold him. I looked around and found Paul laughing his ass off. I got myself up and waddled over to Paul. I knew punching him would only hurt me, so I poked a finger to his chest.
"You are such a fucking asshole," I screamed at him. "I swear if I wasn't pregnant I would kick your ass right now!" I was so angry that he kept commenting on my weight.
"Lee, it was a joke," he laughed.
"You fucking wait, Paul," I snapped. "In case you forgot I am going to have a kid of my own in a few days, then lets see how you like it."
"Ha, sure. That's Jacob's kid, it will have no backbone," he said.
"Laugh now, moron," I sneered. "But you just wait."
"Hey, you sure you should be out of the water this long?" he laughed, not at all scared about my threat. Oh he will be sorry. A wave of anger went through me and I felt pain in my stomach. I instantly grabbed my belly, trying to calm down.
"Hey, asshole," Seth said, walking over obviously angry. "You going to keep picking on my pregnant sister?" Seth was the one person besides Jacob who knew the doctor told me to keep my stress to a minimum. The doctor was a inch away from putting me on bed rest. Seth and Jacob had taken it upon themselves to make sure anything stressful stays away from me.
"It was a joke, man," Paul said, shocked by the angered look on Seth's face. Usually I would be angry at Seth for trying to stick up for me but the look on Paul's face was priceless and I was busy trying to calm myself.
"Did you forget? She is your Alpha's wife, you will show her some fucking respect," he growled, a shiver going down his spine.
"Alright, man," Paul stuttered. "Sorry, Lee." Paul looked at me and Seth, then walked away.
"Seth, that was so unnecessary," I said, taking a seat, thankfully I felt better once I sat down.
"You are supposed to be taking it easy," he said, still upset. I could already tell Seth is going to be the overprotective uncle, thank God it's a boy. "I swear Lee, if you hurt my nephew I will strangle you."
I couldn't help but smile at Seth's protectiveness. "Alright I get it, but you and Jacob have got to stop freaking out every time I get upset at someone."
"Lucky it was me and not Jacob. He probably would have attacked Paul," Seth said. It was true, Quil and I had had a small confrontation, once again a crack about my weight, and Jacob literally attacked him. They made up two seconds later but not before Quil apologized for being a inconsiderate jerk.
My mom came back with my food, and I gladly began to devour it. Half way through eating my hamburger I felt a immense pain run through my abdomen. I clutched my abdomen, waiting for the pain to subside. Oh shit!