The morning is new and quiet, fresh grass wet and pliant under Leah's feet. The urge to turn into a wolf, to start pounding into the ground with paws, to carry a streamlined form on forever with reckless abandon, is growing within her to the point of a nervous breakdown.
But Leah figures that a self-preformed abortion is kind of sick, and even she won't stoop that low. Plus, Leah's noticed that Jake's pack has become a lot nicer, almost like her little slavey-boys. Not in a sex-slave way, obviously (Ugh…thinking about doing that with Quil or Embry…and she isn't even going to THINK about that with Seth), but in the way that she only has to start sobbing and they're at her beck and call. Leah hasn't eaten that much ice cream in her whole life as she did last night.
She left a note telling Seth she's visiting Doctor Cullen, the one who reminds her of plastic. He's so calm ALL the time, so cool and collected, so helpful and wonderful. Leah half thinks he would melt if you put him in the microwave. In reality, this note is complete and utter bullshit. Leah has no intention of ever visiting Doctor I Have No Thoughts Of My Own. But she knows Seth and Embry and Quil will feel better if she says she did. They kept pushing for it last night, so Leah decides they'll give it a rest now.
Crunching through the forest, Leah's super-sensitive ears pick up something – the sound of footsteps, coming her way. And she catches a faint drift of Jacob on the wind. She can't decide if she wants to see him right now, so she just stands still, pretending she has deep connection with the soil. She and the dirt are one. She'll pretend to be a stereotypical Indian and bond with nature. Five seconds later, a figure emerges and stops short.
"Leah," says the girl with bronze curls down to her ass and skin the color of porcelain and the texture of satin. She glimmers in the pale sunlight, but her dark amber eyes (how many other nauseatingly special details can Leah fit to her?) are narrowed in a distinctly non-sparkly manner. In fact, she looks really pissed. "What are you doing?"
"How rude," Leah says coolly. "I'm not allowed to walk around? You should really let me, since I'm pregnant with your imprints child. The fresh air is healthy for me."
"I'll bet I smell like Jacob. It's because we had sex last night," Renesmee spits.
One of Leah's eyebrows pulls up her forehead quizzically and she disguises all feelings but contempt. "That's nice. If you're attempting to make me jealous, it's failing miserably, since only one of us is carrying his child. That aside, isn't he good in bed? He does things I've never even heard of!"
Renesmee's face turns bright red with a tinge of purple. "Bitch!" she snarls, fists clenching again.
"Oh, do calm down. You don't have to get so upset. After all, he had sex with you last night, didn't he? There's still a connection. Be happy, dear. Or is it freaking you out that you know these next few months are going to totally test your strength in the imprint?"
Renesmee can't think of anything to say. Instead, she whirls and begins to head back and then stops and looks at Leah. "He will be mine," she hisses, lowly, her eyes peeling shreds of Leah's composure away; she's trying to see if Leah is more uncertain than she's been letting on. "You can't break an imprint, Leah. If Sam couldn't, why would Jacob?"
Once Nessie's gone, evaporating into the evils from whence she came, Leah slowly backs up and leans against a tree. The encounter, particularly the last bit of it, has rattled Leah more than she'll ever admit. Why would he break the imprint for her? It's just going to be one kid, after all. And what if he gets Nessie pregnant?
One thing stings more than the rest, and it's that Jake slept with Nessie. He knew I was pregnant, that whore, Leah thinks in her mind, and suddenly she's irrationally angry. No, never mind, it isn't irrational. It's perfectly rational. How dare he!
It 's midday and Jacob's phased. Through his chocolate coat, the sun is beating brutally, and Jacob is taking his time running patrol when Seth phases.
Seth! he keeps his greeting friendly but apprehensive, wondering if Seth knows about Jacob's little secret last night.
Jake, I already know. You'd better watch out though. Seth's thoughts are a little pissed, but nonetheless, he still seems amiable. Nessie told Leah you guys had a … fun … night together. She's furious. As in, she threw three vases at the door and literally punched a hole through the wall of her room. At which point Jacob freezes and thinks panicked thoughts. There, in front of him, is the girl herself. And furious doesn't cover the expression on her face.
"Jacob. Black." Her eyes drill smoking holes in his coat. "I. Can't. Believe. The Nerve. Of you."
Jacob whimpers and presses himself to the ground, flattening his ears nervously. Alpha or no, nothing can stand up to the look he's being treated to. He gives an imploring head-jerk, but Leah crosses her arms. "You want to phase, you do it right NOW, right HERE, so that you can't run off and screw some OTHER girl."
"That's not fair," Jacob mumbles as he slowly becomes human. "I don't run around sexing people up!" Embarrassed, he quickly pulls on his shorts. "Leah, I'm sorry, okay? I can't resist an imprint's wish!"
"Well, maybe you fucking should!" Leah yells, and launches herself at him again. Although he should really start expecting it when she does that, he doesn't, and this time, her knee gets him right between the legs. Jacob drops unceremoniously, mouth open in a silent scream of pain. It doesn't help when Leah, who has no qualms about hitting a man when he's down, lands her foot in that exact spot again.
Jacob's agonized gurgles do nothing for Leah's sense of fury and need for justice. Before he can clench his knees together, Leah pounds her foot there a third agonizing time. Jacob decides that he has now been sterilized and that it's a good thing Leah's pregnant, because it's the only kid he'll ever be able to father. "Mother—useless piece of – damn little – never mind the fact---" She's yelling as she jumps on top of him and starts attacking him, but he can't make the words out clearly. The part of him that isn't in agony wonders: if she's only two weeks along and she's already acting like this, what about, say, four months? And shouldn't a pregnant woman respect her body a little more than using it to beat people up?
Finally, her words fall silent, the last echoes fading away, and she rolls off of him, panting. For a moment, both are silent, and then Leah opens her mouth and says, "I can't believe you."
"Lee," Jacob says, but he knows there isn't anything he can say that'll make it better. "Leah. I'm…I don't know what to say."
"Funny. Neither do I." Leah's voice is different, and Jacob realizes it has a hard, bitter coating – something it had recently lost. It almost physically hurts to realize he had caused this voice to come back. She shakes her head, still lying down, and Jacob looks over at her. "I thought I meant something to you."
She sits up and rests her forehead on her knees. Jacob stays on the ground, still painfully aware of the region between his legs, which is throbbing like nothing else. He really wants to throw up. And die. And then maybe cry a lot. But Leah's next question knocks him off guard.
"When I have this baby, where are you going to be?"
"With you!" Jacob is shocked.
"Are you sure?" Leah won't look at him anymore, she stands up and brushes off her legs, like attacking and mauling men is something she does every day. (It probably is.) "Because I kinda needed you a lot last night, too, and where were you then? Think hard about your priorities, Jake." She shakes her head at him. "I think the worst part was how I didn't really expect you to be there for me, either."
Jacob watches her walk away, and lets a feeling of steely resolve build.
Then he gets up to go talk to Nessie.
A/N: How many of you listen to music when you write? I do it (I'll listen to songs on Youtube but minimize the window while I type) but I've discovered I have to listen to one song consistently through one chapter. For example, for the first half I listen to Amy Rose's "All Around the World." But when I got to the part where Nessie and Leah meet up, I started listening to DJ Splash's "Flying High" and the attitude of the WHOLE thing totally changed. And Leah and Nessie got into this huge fight, because I write to the music lol. So I had to go back, listen to the first song all over again, erase the fight, and rewrite it. Augh, Complicated.
ANYWAY. Things for Leah are heating up, and there will be a lot more Leah-Jacob coming up soon. If Leah seems a little OOC, it's because she's preggers, you guys. You can't expect her to be nice the whole time, or bitchtastic the whole time. Her hormones are totally screwed, so she'll be acting accordingly. On that note, in the next chapter or two, a really cute scene involving baking, Leah and Jacob will happen. xD R&R! On a side note, I'm sure some people are like, "Jake, you manwhore!" or, "Inexcess, that isn't Jacob AT ALL. He wouldn't sleep with Nessie when he knows leah's pregnant!" Well, this is MY STORY. ^.^ just kidding. However, Jake can't deny nessie anything. And come on, she's a hot girl and he's a horny guy. Would it be that hard to persuade him?
(Also, some of you may have noticed that Renesmee flips from being Renesmee to Nessie. That's because Jake thinks of her as Nessie, where as Leah can only think of her as Renesmee.)