Chapter 6: Bittersweet Reunion
Nessie's POV
"I love you so much mom," I cried.
"I kove you too baby. I love you so much,"
If it were possible fot vampires to cry I was sure my mother would be a mess right now.
I lost track of how much time I was in my mother's arms. It could have been seconds or days and I wouldn't have known the difference. All I knew is that neither my mom or I had any intention of letting each other go any time soon. I never wanted to be seperated from her ever again. Not for as long as I lived. It was as if the rest of the world didn't exist in that moment. Nobody else existed except for my mother and I.
However the rest of the world did exist. I had a father who was just as hellbent on embracing me as my mother was. "Dad," I cried once I was in his arms again. I missed him just as much as I had missed my mother. It was such a surreal feeling. Being here in the same room with both of my parents once again. I wanted to stay with them forever. I loved them and never wanted to be away from them ever again.
"I know sweetie," dad whispered in my ear. "We all feel the same way," It took me a minute to understand what he was talking about. I had almost forgotten about my dad's ability to read my mind.
"I love you dad,"
He hugged me tighter. "I love you to," he too sounded like he would be in tears right now if it were possible.
Once I was able to release my father and him me I was attacked by tbe rest of my loving family. First by my grandparents. Carlisle and Esme were the best grandparents a girl could ever ask for. They had never in their wildest dreams thought it would be possible for them to have grandchildren. I remembered my grandfather once telling me that my birth had changed everyone's lives for the better.
"You certainly have grown a lot Nessie," I smiled as I remembered all the times that he would measure. Multiple times a day, every day, up until the day I had to leave them.
I didn't last very long with my grandfather as my grandmother practically ripped me away from him. Oh how I had missed grandma Esme. She was the most loving grandmother I had ever known. Of course she was the only grandmother I had ever known but that was not the point.
Then of course their was my aunts and uncles. Oh how I had missed them all. I was flooded with memories of my aunts playing dress up with me and taking me on countless shopping trips. Oh there were so many shopping trips since I outgrew my clothes almost everyday.
Uncle Emmett almost squished me to death when it was his turn to hug me. I bit my tongue to avoid crying out in pain. My fractured ribs were still in the healing process. "Can't breathe," I wheezed out.
"Sorry kid," he said as he released me. "I guess I got a little excited,"
Uncle Jasper showed more emotion that I ever remembered him showing before. As for me? I was just happy. I was in heaven being here with my family once again. I couldn't believe that 13 years had passed since I last saw them. Looking at my family you never would have guessed that time had passed. After all they hadn't aged a single day. Not even Jacob. I was the only who had changed and grown. I still had a hard time wrapping my mind around the idea that I was physically the same age as my parents, aunts, and uncles. It was a very bittersweet reunion. I had grown up without my family. I wondered what my family was thinking seeing me as a teenager after all these years.
I went back to my mother and hugged her again. It didn't matter if we were physically the same age or not she was my mother. I loved her and I needed her. For awhile it seemed like nobody knew quite what to say. I knew that I would have to tell them my life's story. I'm sure they were curious to know what had happened to me after Jacob lost me. I didn't know where to start.
"Nessie," mom was the first to speak. "What happened after-" she couldn't bring herself to continue.
"After I got separated from Jacob,"
"That's a very interesting way of saying how Jacob lost you," dad growled.
"Hey it was an accident! Do really think that I meant to lose her?!"
Dad jumped up "You were supposed to take care of her! You stupid mu-"
"Enough both of you!" grandma Esme shouted. Damn I wasn't talking but somehow I managed to shut the hell up even more.
"All of this fighting is useless. We can't change the past. What matters now that we have finally found Nessie,"
"Or rather she found us," Carlisle added. "Never in a million years would I have thought a private investigator hired by own granddaughter would show up at the hospital like that,"
"Nessie why don't you show me your story?" mom asked. "I want to see what happened from your perspective,"
"Okay," I placed my hand on her cheek and recounted my whole story. Everything from the moment I fell off of Jacob's back to the horse racing accident.
Mom frowned. "Honey why aren't you showing me anything?"
"I did," I answered. "Or at least I tried to,"
"She was Bella," dad said. "She was trying to show you it just didn't work,"
"Why?"
I sighed. Deep down I knew that it wouldn't work. I hadn't used my gift in years. I'd lost all of my other vampire traits years ago. So it would make sense that I would lose my gift as well.
"Well the more time I spent around humans the more human I became. My growth rate slowed down. My senses dulled. Everything about me became human," I explained. "So it would make sense for me to lose my gift as well,"
"That's very interesting," Carlisle said with a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Your species never ceases to amaze me,"
"I think that I could safely say I'm all human now,"
"But your not Nessie," mom said. "Your scent is exactly the same. You still smell half vampire," now I was completely confused. "Not that it matters right now. I want to hear your story,"
I gulped nervously as everyone looked at me. I was surprised why no one asked me how I ended up in a wheelchair or why the hell my body was covered in bruises. I supposed that question would come much later.
"When I got separated from Jake I was found by other humans. They placed me in foster care because they couldn't find my parents. It didn't help that everyone thought my name was Vanessa Wolfe because of that passport you gave me mom. I didn't correct them in order to keep the secret. I stayed in one foster home for a few years before they decided to move me to my current foster home. Which is where I have been for the last seven years-"
"Wait you have been in foster care all this time? No one has ever adopted you? Why?" mom asked.
"I don't know," I shrugged. "As I got older I knew my chances of getting adopted were only getting slimmer. I made my peace with the idea of never getting adopted. Anyways it's not like I'll be the first kid to ever age out of the system. Anyway when I was younger I guess you can say I felm in love with horses. Then I discovered horseracing and that was it. I became obsessed with the idea of becoming a jockey. When I was moved to my current foster home I knew it was fate because they trained racehorses for a living. So I got into the industry and got my jockey license. Everything was going well for me. I one most of my races right up until-" I couldn't bear to even remember the incident in which Red Wolf went crazy and threw me off.
"Until she had an accident several weeks ago. That's why she's in a wheelchair and that's why she has all those bruises right now," dad explained. "Nessie why would you even do something so dangerous in the first place!" dad scolded.
"Dad I would like to point out that my 'dangerous' career is what gave me enough money to afford to hire the private investigator that found you. If it weren't for my dangerous career we wouldn't be together right now," I countered with a smile. He didn't say anything. Like it or not he knew that I was right.
"What happened?" mom asked sadly.
"I was thrown off the horse and then trampled by another horse. When I woke up I couldn't move my legs. Severed spine," I said bitterly. I chose not to go into the details about how the doctors couldn't do surgery because my stupid foster parents would not allow it.
I sighed. I didn't want to cry. Not here. Not now. When I looked up and saw my grandfather looking at me an idea hit me like a bulldozer. Grandpa Carlisle was a surgeon. I wondered if he could do the surgery? He's been practicing medicine for how many hundreds of years now? I wondered if he's seen an injury like mine before. I wondered if he would be willing to operate on me. I shook my head dispelling such thoughts. As long as I was under my foster parents care he probably couldn't do anything either. I didn't even know how to ask him to do something like that for me.
Nobody said anything for awhile. I guess what could you say to information like that? I didn't move a muscle until I felt Jacob's warm arm around my body. His touch made my heart skip a few beats. Not even Liam made me feel the way Jacob did. Liam sure as hell did make me feel all kinds of different things during all the sex we used to have. Even when doing it five to six times a week it never got less pleasureable. Yet with Jacob I felt something completely different. I wondered what it would be like to sleep with Jacob-
Dad's loud vicious growling pulled me out of my fantasies. His black eyes made him look really scary right now.
"You know dad maybe you shouldn't read my mind 24/7,"
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