Chapter 23

Title: Intentions

POV: Ren.

My mother's hands were on my head. I felt the blood drip down my neck. I projected into mom's head. 'I am so sorry. I did not intend to fall'.

Mom laughed "Oh honey I know you did not mean to fall. You are a daughter after my own heart. I would injure myself almost daily when I was a human."

"What happened?" Dad asked.

"I do not know, I just felt pain in my leg and lost balance" I told him. Keeping my eyes still closed. I could smell my own blood. My head felt like I had sliced it open. Unlike the smell of others' blood. The smell of mine made my stomach turn. I wanted to vomit.

"Okay you are all stitched up" Grandpa Carlisle said. I instantly wanted to touch the row of fire I felt behind my head. I resisted. The desire took over my thoughts.

"It will just feel like normal stitches." Dad told me.

"Oh I know. I just really want to feel it." I told him.

"Please open your eyes baby girl." Mom spoke softly. I opened them to slits. My mom and dad are the only adults I could see in the room. They looked relieved.

"We leave you alone for ten minutes and you cut your head open?" Dad sounded amused.

"Seems that way." I told him.

I had many bedtime stories growing up all about the injuries mom accidentally received when she was human. I thought I was less clumsy then my mother. After the last two days I am not so sure.

"Can I sit up?" I asked them.

Mom held her hands out to me. She supported all of my weight and helped me sit up. My legs dangling off the medical bed.

"Would it be okay if we get out of this room? The scent of my own blood is getting really disorientating" I asked them.

"Of course." Dad picked me up and walked at a human pace down the stairs. Mom ran ahead of us. I had to look away from her running it caused my head to feel out of sorts. This level just smelled intensely of bleach. Dad looked at my nose scrunched up "I agree. Outside is the best option for right now"

Mom had already set up the daybed outside. Looks like they are not going to let me walk around for the next little while. Not that I blamed them. I have stitches from washing my face after all.

Dad placed me down on the day bed. I was sitting leaning against the pillows mom had propped up. Dad walked away from me. His white dress shirt had blood stains in the spot I had rested my injury. My eyes went wide when I saw that.

"Do not panic. It's normal for head injuries to bleed more than other injuries." He told me. "I will go get some gauze to wrap your head."

I held my head up off the pillows until he returned. My head was wrapped faster than I could track. I closed my eyes resting my head against the pillows.

"Uncle Emmett!" I called.

"Yeah baby girl?" He answered from inside the house

"Do I look like I just got a brain transplant?" I asked him.

He came running outside and fell on the ground laughing. "Heck yeah you do!"

"That is what I thought," I laughed. Pulling my phone out of my pocket. And took a selfie of me with the gauze across my forehead.

I sent the picture to Seth. I laughed.

Uncle Emmett bugged me to take a picture that made me look like I was dead. Mom did not like that idea.

Uncle Emmett was never like an Uncle to me. He was always more like a brother. Took a picture of me propped up on pillows with my mom hovering near. He sent it to me with the comment princess. I laughed.

Dad came walking out of the house with the opaque cup. "Do not argue with me. You need to get your strength back up" Dad handed me the cup and I drank.

"Did I bleed that much that you're having me drink again now?" I asked him.

He simply nodded. Oh crap that means I lost quite a bit of blood. I could feel the blood matting itself in my hair. Ugh that is going to be a pain to get out. A half an hour passed before I thought about bugging my parents to let me go shower the blood out of my hair.

I started to stand up and was met by two overprotective vampires. "Relax mom and dad i just want to go shower the blood out of my hair."

"I will go with you" Mom held her hand out for me. I wanted to be stubborn and tell her no. I felt a rush of need for independence. I swallowed the need to be independent down. The amount that I needed to be independent was outweighed by the need I had to not get hurt again. This is more injuries in the past two days than I had in the previous year.

"Okay mom." I held her hand as we walked slowly up the stairs. More slowly than I needed. Mom was always very careful with me, more so when I was sick.

We walked into the bathroom. There was a slight knock at the door. Dad had dropped off a plastic chair. I laughed because they are so overprotective.

"He just does not want two head injuries, on the same day" Mom smiled at the chair. She placed it in the shower. Looked like I was not negotiating my way out of using the chair.

I took a picture of the chair in the shower. Sending it to Seth and Uncle Emmett both with the same comment 'add this to the overprotective file'.

Mom left me to shower. It took a little bit but I managed to get the blood out of my hair. Finally satisfied my need to touch the stitches. Perfectly straight and slightly satisfying.

I sat under the stream after the struggle of cleaning my hair was over. I felt a nagging need to text Jake. What is going on. I need to put the boy first. He is just a human. Definitely too breakable to participate in my world. Does that mean I have to let him go now? Or can I still have some time with him before his life needs to move on? His face swirled through my mind. Remembering what it was like waking up next to him. I missed him.

I turned off the shower. Mom was in the room instantly. She helped me from the shower, wrapping me in a huge towel. She picked me up. Holding me in her arms.

"Do you realize how little an amount of time I had with you as a baby?" Mom asked "I was truly robbed as a parent."

"Well I get injured enough for you to live out your young child fantasy" I told her. As much as I wanted to be independent I didn't mind my mom taking care of me.

"That is true," She said, sitting me down on my bed.

"Let's get you some comfortable clothing." Mom said as she pulled out my sweat pants and work out top with a built- in bra.

I got dressed quickly feeling much better. The blood dad had me drink was taking effect and helping me feel way better. I loved wearing my comfortable clothing, much to Aunty Alice's dismay. With the circumstances that I actually got hurt I think she will not put up much of a fight.

I got a text back from Seth 'What the heck did you do?'

I laughed. He will probably come over fast enough for me to answer in person. I placed the phone in my sweatpants pocket. Slipping on a pair of thick socks I walked out of my room.

I could hear mom and dad talking in hushed voices downstairs. Probably about the entire Jacob thing. It's so weird that someone who was my moms best friend could just abandon her because of her decision to marry my father. I would often talk to Seth and Leah about it and they would give me the same answer. That there was more to the story that I would not understand right now. I just wish that I knew the entire story.

If Jacob was going to stay in La Push I guess that means I will not be able to go cliff jumping or go to bonfires. That really put a damper on life here. Hopefully Seth would still be allowed to come over. Walking down towards the stairs I smelled baby powder. That's different. I poked my head over the banister. My dad was holding a baby. What is happening?

Running down the stairs I saw Emily sitting on the couch. I paused slightly. Emily was one of the kindest people I knew but why was she here?

"Hey love" Emily said when she spotted me. She stood up and hugged me tightly.

I hugged her back equally as tight "Hey Em."

We broke our hug and my eyes went instantly to the baby in my dad's arms. He looked exactly like Emily. Dad was cooing at the little man.

"Is this Jayden?" I asked.

"Yes it is!" she cheered.

"You do not look like you just had a baby" I commented.

"I am just that strong of a woman" She said flexing.

I laughed. "How does it feel to be a mom?"

"Oh you know. I have not slept in days. I am exhausted. My entire house smells like a baby. Also I think baby poop has officially destroyed my sense of smell." She laughed.

"Well if he just came on time like he was supposed to." I looked at Jayden as I spoke "then I would have been home to help you."

"Nah you needed to do exactly what you did. It was fate" Emily winked at me. "Would you like to hold him?"

"Yes!" I cheered.

Sitting in a chair my dad brought Jayden over to me. I held him in my arms. A pang hit me in my heart. I will never have this. He smelled of a new baby. Kicking his feet slightly. I moved letting him stretch out. His little hand clenched into a fist and unclenched showing off his little fingers. Jayden started to fuss. So I sang. He quieted and fell asleep his little pink lips pressed in a pout.

I finally understood why Aunty Rosalie wanted one of these so much. The pain in my heart grew. I might never get this. I sang through my sadness. Until my sadness left me in the melody of my words.