"Dad?" I called as I walked into the mostly empty house. I knew he was here, his scent was recent.
"What is it, Ness?" He asked, coming out from the living room.
I couldn't force myself to tell him, so I thought it instead. I thought of the small white stick in my hand, the two pink lines, the sickness, the movements in my stomach.
"WHAT!?" He yelled, angry.
"Dad, calm down." I told him, taking a step back.
"Renesmee," He said, calmer now. "You're only fourteen."
"I've been an adult for seven years, dad."
"Physically. But you're still too young."
"I'm ready to raise a child." I replied.
"What if this is dangerous?" He asked.
"I'll be fine, dad," I said. "I'm half vampire, I'm stronger than mom was."
"This child is also half werewolf, and a quarter vampire." He told me.
"The wolf part wouldn't even show until the baby's a teenager," I replied. "And that's if they can even phase."
"At least let Carlisle check on you. And you're telling mom."
"Deal."