Chapter 2: Two and a Half Years Later

Nessie's POV

I was fast asleep when I heard someone gently pressing on me and saying "Mommy" to me.

I opened my eyes and stared into the chocolate brown eyes of my two year old son.

"What is it honey?" I asked him.

"I want to lay in bed with you" he said in a sweet voice that I could not say no to.

"Okay, get in" I said.

He smiled before jumping in and snuggling close to me. The last two and a half years have been extremely difficult for me. When my father forced me to runaway I was homeless for a while. I had an extremely hard time finding a job to support myself for two reasons. Number one was that I was young. I only appeared to be about 14 or 15 years old at the time. In the United States you have to be at least 16 in order to work. Number two was that no one wanted to hire me because I was pregnant. Even when I lied about my age nobody wanted to hire a pregnant girl. There seems to be a bias against pregnant women when it comes to the hiring process.

Eventually I did find someone who took enough pity on me to not only offer me a job but also to help me find an affordable place to live on my own. Her name was Jessica. I'm still struggling to make ends meet though. We live in an apartment that's basically a rat's nest. Our neighborhood is not the safest either. But I do the best I can for my boys.

Yeah, boys. Six months after I left I gave birth to two identical twin boys. Jacob Jr., and Jason. I was only seven months pregnant at the time. Since the boys were preemies they had to stay in the hospital for a little while longer.

My two boys are my reasons for living. They are my everything. They are the ones who motivate me and keep me strong. I just wish that I could do more for them.

I started to cry as I thought about my Jacob Jr. He is in the hospital right now. A few days ago I had to rush him into the hospital because he was in extreme pain. All of the doctors ran tests on him to try and find out what is wrong with him. Yesterday they gave me the devastating news. Leukemia. My son had leukemia that was most likely terminal.

The tears kept rolling out of my eyes. Hearing that my son was sick and that his chances of beating the cancer were slim were slim was the most devastating thing to ever happen to me. It was even more painful then my father kicking me out of the house.

If my children had shown signs of having inherited some of mine, or even their father's supernatural genetics, I would not have been as worried. But as of right now they seemed completely human.

"Mommy are you okay?" Jason asked me when he noticed that I was crying.

"I'm fine honey" I said as I wiped the tears from my face. I didn't want to upset my other son.

"Is it because Jacob is in the hospital?" he asked me.

For being only two years old he was really smart sometimes.

"Yes" was all that I said. I didn't want to worry Jason about his brother right now. I didn't even know how to tell him that his brother was sick.

"I miss him mommy, I want him to come" he said.

I hugged him tightly, in a reassuring way. "I'm sure he will come home soon" I was not sure who I was reassuring. Him or myself?

"Can I come with you to see him?" he asked me.

"Of course you can" I said. Most hospitals had a rule about allowing other children to visit. But since I had no one else to watch Jason I had gotten them to make an exception.

I took a quick shower and got ready as Jason watched TV. As soon as I was ready I changed Jason's diaper and got him dressed. I was about to start potty training both of my boys when I had gotten the news of my son's illness. Now I wasn't sure when I was going to start that process. I didn't want to burden them with more when they were already going through a lot.

We got in the car and drove to the hospital. The hospital was about a 20 minute drive from where I lived.

Honestly I wished that I could have stayed with Jacob Jr at the hospital over night. But that was extremely hard to do since I also had to take care of Jason as well.

I went into the bathroom and took a few more minutes to compose myself. I really did not want my boys to see me upset and then get scared themselves.

Then we followed the signs to the pediatric cancer portion of the hospital. Even the signs telling me where to go were heartbreaking.

I finally got to the desk that I had to check in at.

"The receptionist handed us these wrist band things. "Wait Ms. Cullen?" the receptionist said.

I stopped and turned to face her. "There is a new doctor that has been assigned to your son. His name is Dr. Cullen. He's with your son right now and he's waiting to speak with you"

"Okay, thank you" Wait did she say Dr. Cullen?! No. It couldn't be. Could it.

As soon as I opened the door I found myself face to face with familiar pale skin and gold eyes. My grandfather.

He stared at me in complete shock. Clearly he had no idea that I was here.

"Renesmee?" he said in complete shock.

"Grandpa?" I said back.

Next thing I know I am in my grandfather's loving arms once again.

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