Chapter 18 – Sisters and Cock Blocks

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SURPRISE! And you thought it'd be Friday before you got an update. It's because my betas, EssatheTwerp21 and DeeDreamer, are so snappy.

I know a few (ahem, a lot) of you are ready to see what caused that little scene in my teaser. Here it comes!

Oh, and let me remind you that I don't own Twilight.

NPOV

Kimber was keeping her baby.

I had "accidentally" overheard the conversation she'd had with my mother. Now she and both of my parents were going over the events leading up to my birth. Mom couldn't remember everything that happened but Dad's memories of those brutal days were vivid.

I was ecstatic.

I wasn't a fan of girls getting knocked up before marriage, but these circumstances were entirely different from that of the garden variety, irresponsible-decision-making youth. Regardless of the situation, I felt like it was never okay to kill a baby.

Besides, it wasn't like she was going to be left alone to raise it. Nothing official had been said yet, but my family would never leave her out in the cold to raise a half vampire child by herself as a newborn.

Jacob and I sat down and ate together, his second meal in the last hour, my first in a while. It was hard to eat. I had no appetite whatsoever…until now.

Kimber was still pretty beaten up, but she was getting better and better. Her spirit was still broken, but the change would probably help heal a lot of the emotional and psychological damage.

Jacob and I went for a long walk after lunch. He kept a strong arm wrapped around my waist at all times, probably because he was still in protective mode. I didn't mind. I loved it, actually. When I was young – well, younger – I hated how my parents were so protective. But not with Jacob. Things were so easy with him.

We talked a lot about my family, Jacob about how he knew them from where he used to live, how he and my dad fought together, he even admitted to mom being the one from his past he mentioned the night that Warren found out about Jacob and me. That didn't matter much though. I believed the past was the past.

He wanted to know all about my history. Where I'd been, the few things I'd been able to do in my accelerated youth, what I was like as a child. I used my gift to show him the good times, mostly my pre-adolescence since the bulk of the time after that was gloomy.

We spent at least a couple of hours sharing all the things we'd either been hiding or had yet to discuss, all the while cuddled up on a quilt, deep in the woods. Nothing in the world was more comfortable than being curled against his side. I felt like I'd known him all my life, when in fact it had been less than two weeks since we'd met. We both wished he hadn't run the day I was born.

We started back to the house when it began to sprinkle. I overheard everyone answering Kimber's questions as we approached. She probably knew all there was to know by now.

Much to my surprise, she was sitting in the living room. The furniture had been moved around to accommodate her comfort; the sofa perpendicular to the TV and the chaise angled so that she could prop her battered leg on it. A small smile crossed her lips when we entered.

"Hey Ness, can I talk to you…" she paused, looking around the room at my family, "in private?"

The room cleared, everyone went out the way Jacob and I had come. I kissed his cheek and he followed suit. I curled up across from her in an arm chair. She spoke before I had the chance to.

"I need as many friends as I can get right now. Do you really forgive me?" she asked in a low voice.

"Of course. I would have acted the same way. Forget about it," I replied kindly. I wasn't lying to spare her feelings, it was the truth.

"I feel like we should start over. I mean, everything in my life is starting over. I still can't quite wrap my brain around it." Her voice was garbled as tears began to fill her eyes.

I moved my chair closer to her and held her hand. "Shh. Everything is going to be wonderful," I soothed. "Jake and I will always be here for you, and it seems that my family has already accepted you as one of us."

"All but one," she replied, scowling and sniffling.

She didn't have to specify which one she was having trouble with. "Rose will come around. She's probably just worried you'll be hotter than her after the change," I said jokingly, trying to cheer her up. I loved Rosalie, but her ego could get annoying at times. "So…you're giving me my first cousin. That's awesome!"

She looked puzzled.

"If you're going to be a Cullen, you'll probably be my dad's sister…my aunt…therefore the baby would be my cousin. Feel like you're from Alabama yet?"

We both laughed. She winced when her body jostled just a little too much. I was hoping light conversation and laughter would help her recovery. Getting a new family member was a big deal and I was excited. Not just one, but two!

"Hey, now. I've got family in Alabama!" she quipped, and then her smile dropped. "That's the part that hurts the most…losing my family. We aren't that close, but it still upsets me." Fresh tears began to run down her cheeks.

"Well you're stuck with us freaks now," I said, still trying to perk her up a little. It felt forced since on the inside, I wanted to pull her against me and cry together for hours. I couldn't imagine having to abandon my entire family.

She grinned, but it didn't reach her eyes. "You'll love it. My dad wasn't the easiest person to deal with growing up, but you're not his kid. Everything will be easy for you. And as an added bonus, you won't have to wait tables over the summer anymore! You pretty much won the family lottery."

I turned more serious when I realized that humor wasn't going to help a thing. "This will be a good thing. I promise. Your little one will have the best life ever. You'll never have a care in the world." Except thirst, but I left that part out. One of the full vamps would be more fit to explain that little issue if they hadn't already.

Kimber looked around the room as if searching for the right words to say. She bit her lip. "Ness, will you um…be my sister instead? God that sounds so fucking corny out loud." She blushed.

I smiled and squeezed her hand, showing her acceptance and how I'd always wanted a sister growing up. "I'd love to."

Apparently no one had explained my power to her because she looked extremely confused. I chuckled.

"Oh…it's my thing…like how my dad reads minds. I show my thoughts and feelings." I did it again, showing her how she looked just a second ago.

"Man, y'all are a bunch of freaks," she joked. Finally.

"Yeah, and you're stuck with us." Then a thought occurred to me. "Hey, maybe you'll get some sort of awesome power. I always wished my power was flying. Go figure."

"I want psycho radar," Kimber said ominously.

I moved my chair right up to the couch and hugged her as best as I could without hurting her. I kissed her hair. "Welcome to the family…sister."

Sister. A word I never in a million lifetimes thought I'd say in reference to myself and another female. It would never be the sisterly bond that two blood siblings share. I mean, two weeks ago I was on the verge of going back to her dorm for a long night of girl-on-girl. But it would be close in many ways. The ways that counted. Then maybe…sometimes…if Jacob was okay with it…something a little on the nasty side. Maybe.

Later that night I helped Kimber shower. It hurt me to see all of the gashes and bruises, but it could have been worse. Her leg was the most damaged, it was badly broken in two places. The rest was just flesh wounds. Fortunately she was able to take pretty strong pain medication since nothing could cross through the placenta. Her face was pretty much back to normal with the exception of her lip.

She had no problem being naked around me, although it was by no means sexual. She needed me. I was the one she felt most comfortable with doing this. It felt good playing that role for someone; being there for someone as a sister.

I wondered what Kimber would look like as a vampire. Beautiful, sure; but I wondered what would change. As stupid as it sounded, I wondered what would happen to her breast implants. I was curious like that. The most ridiculous things would puzzle me until I found the answer. Guess I'll know in a couple of weeks.

We were the same size, so I loaned her some of the clothes I hadn't taken to college until she grew into the maternity clothes Alice had already ordered. She was online shopping not two seconds after Kimber decided to keep the baby. Alice was nuts like that, but I loved her. It didn't make sense to spend all that money on clothes for Kimber because she wouldn't be leaving the house the entire time she was pregnant, not to mention that she'd only be pregnant for about three more weeks, but Alice was a force to be reckoned with.

After Kimber was all washed up and relaxed from the steamy heat of the shower, I helped her get dressed. Under normal circumstances I would think it was entirely inappropriate to wear the tiny Victoria's Secret pajama shorts I picked for her around a bunch of men who were very taken. But they were about the only thing I could find that she would be comfortable in.

She leaned on the counter as I carefully slid them up her legs, keeping the material from touching her healing wounds.

"They're too tight," she grunted. Most of her energy was being used to keep herself vertical.

"What? No way." I ducked my head around to see her belly. Oh my gosh! A BUMP! "Awww! Look at your little booger. He's already poking out a little!" I said excitedly.

"Save it for later. Take these things off and help me sit down before I fall." Her voice was strained from the physical exertion of holding herself up.

Knock knock.

"It's me," my mom said. I cracked the door open. Kimber was still pretty much naked. I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

"Dad said to bring this for Kimber." She handed me a t-shirt that was long enough to be a dress. Must be Emmett's.

She left and I finished getting Kimber dressed. She looked pretty silly in the huge shirt, but at least it fit around the middle.

Carlisle and Jacob helped her get situated on the sofa. It was then that all the females in the house flocked to her side, begging to see the newfound bump. That is, all but one. Rosalie.

She pulled a blanket under her shirt to cover her panties before sliding the shirt up to expose her once-flat belly. It was still small, but unmistakably a baby bump. I didn't bother asking before I lightly ran my hand over it. I had just finished bathing her, she wouldn't mind my touching her like this.

I had never been around a pregnant person before. It seemed to bring out this maternal side of me I never knew I had. My lips turned up into a huge smile as I cooed at her stomach, as ridiculous as it may have seemed. I even put my ear up to her body in hopes of hearing the rapid thrum of a heartbeat. Carlisle said it was too soon for that, though.

Jacob and I spent some time with my family once Kimber was asleep in her new bedroom. Well, most of my family. Rosalie was still sulking somewhere. Mom and Dad sat down on the sofa across from us. Dad had heard all of the questions I thought of throughout the day and was ready to answer them.

"Rose will eventually come around," he began.

"What's her problem anyway? Kimber doesn't need all that drama right now. I figured she would be thrilled to have another baby in the house," I said, sounding slightly insulted.

"You are like blood to her; real family. That was different. Back then, she was worried about how big the family was getting by adding two more people to the group, and now she's faced with the same concern. Only this time, it's a stranger and a child that is the product of a psychotic vampire. Not family."

Does she have to be so fucking selfish? "Whatever. How long is she going to be with us?"

"As of right now, Kimber's debating how long she will stay. She hopes to eventually live on her own, but right now she's accepting that it's going to be at least a couple of years before she's able to do that. Carlisle and I both agree that she should stay until the child is finished growing and that she should complete her degree."

Education. That's the first time I had thought about school in days. What day was it anyway? It felt like today alone had been three.

"It's still Monday. Well, Tuesday technically," Dad replied.

We can't leave. Not yet.

"You don't have to leave. But I want you back in school by next week. Carlisle contacted your professors and they've emailed him everything they are doing in class this week. Jacob, I expect you to get your assignments as well. The school thinks you both have the swine flu."

I laughed out loud. The swine flu. Everyone was so freaked out about the stupid swine flu. It was as if the damn virus was going to be the next Black Plague. Jacob, who'd been quiet up until this point, laughed as well – a rich sound that warmed me from the inside.

"And Kimber's family is going to think she was one of the missing girls I guess?" I asked.

Dad nodded.

"It's better this way. She can't see them after she changes. Never again," Mom spoke softly.

I was trying really hard to be on my best behavior. Jacob wanted to be respectful to my parents and I was trying to do the same, for his sake. It was hard to ignore the fact that his arm was resting behind me on the couch cushion when it should have been around my waist…or that we were side by side when I wanted to be curled against him…cuddling in a bed somewhere…

"I don't think so," Dad said firmly, interrupting my train of thought before I had a chance to take it too far.

"What?" I said, confused and defensive.

"We have plenty of rooms, Renesmee." His eyes were almost scary.

"You can't be fucking serious," I stood from the couch. Jacob grabbed me by the hips and pulled me back beside him.

He whispered; not for privacy, but to try and calm me, "Shh. It's alright. Whatever it is, we'll deal with it." He kissed my head.

I turned so our eyes were connected. "He doesn't want us to sleep in the same bed. But Jake, I need you. I can't be away from you," I whispered back.

It wasn't a good idea to have our faces so close together in front of my parents. We were lost in each other. Just staring like this was the first time we'd ever locked eyes. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered that my parents were bickering. I looked at his lips, warm and soft. Too long since I last touched them with my own.

Dad cleared his throat loudly and Jacob tore his face away from mine. He straightened himself back up, trying so hard to be a good boy. What a quintessential father-daughter-boyfriend moment.

"Before you dig yourselves a deeper hole, let me say this. The only reason I will allow the two of you to share a bed is because you, Renesmee, have been through a lot in the past forty eight hours. Do not expect this to be common practice in your visits." The overprotective father tone was in full effect.

"We will be good, Dad," I said dejectedly.

"Yes, you will. Because I know Jacob won't cross the line. I expect both of you to wear normal pajamas and they will be kept on regardless of who's hot or cold. I never let…anyone else," Warren, "sleep in the bed with you. Imprint or otherwise, I'm not okay with it."

We're staying at a hotel next time.

"Renesmee, can you please, for once in your post-pubescent life, not push me?"

"Sorry," I mumbled, but only because I felt Jacob squeeze my hand, his way of silently begging me to stop.

It was ridiculous. In the last week and a half we had shared the same bed five times. Well, that night Kimber and I were given GHB might not count since he was on the floor beside me, not actually in the bed, but still.

"You did WHAT?" he erupted. Never in my life had I heard my father yell so loudly. It was fucking scary. "All deals are off. Jacob, get the fuck out—"

I jumped up. "DAD! It wasn't like that!"

Jacob stood beside me as if to leave but I used all my strength to push him back down.

"You're not leaving! For fuck's sake Dad, just listen to me for a second!" I screamed.

I started thinking it before I could get the words out. The shots. Being in and out of consciousness. Jacob taking care of us. I stopped at the conversation we had once we got back to my room. He didn't need to know the rest.

"Jacob and Embry saved us. You owe both of us a fucking apology. Hell, even a 'thank you' to Jacob if you ask me."

Dad shot daggers at me with his eyes. "Thank you, Jacob, for taking care of Renesmee when she was so intoxicated that she got herself drugged. Now go to bed before I change my mind," he said venomously.

Anger shown through Jacob's forced expression of indifference. He stood and began walking away. I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward my old room.

Don't do what he says, it just encourages him. I told Jacob through our connection. I heard Dad growl from the living room. For a second I thought my dad and I were on the mend. Nope. He was still an ass.

I was pissed. Fucking livid. Before I even made a conscious decision to do so, I was dragging Jacob out the back door. I took off running, Jacob behind me begging me to stop. I stopped abruptly and stood on my toes, getting as close to Jacob's face as I could.

"You want me to stop?" I said furiously. "Make me."

And I was off again, running at a dead sprint. I heard him rustling for a second then four paws quickly thudded in my direction. He caught up with me more quickly than I thought he would. I still didn't stop. We weren't far enough away yet.

When we reached the perfect spot, I came to a halt. Jacob phased back to human, an amazing thing to have witnessed, and threw his shorts on hurriedly.

"What was that about?" he asked angrily.

"You're not my dad's bitch. Stop following his every command." I stood right in front of him.

"Please don't do this to me, Ness." His voice was slightly softer, but still stern.

I cocked an eyebrow. "So you think I did a bad thing? What do bad girls get, Jacob?" My hungry eyes moved back and forth from his fierce gaze to his tightly pressed lips.

"Punished," he growled. He reached around and slapped my ass hard. It hurt, but in a very good way.

"Punish me," I whispered, my lips grazing his as I spoke.

He kissed me then. Hard. Rough. Then seconds later, my clothes were on the ground and he was fucking me from behind just as angrily, slapping my ass and growling.

"Don't—do that—to me—again," he said violently between poundings, filling me with all of him. He continued to fuck me hard until we came together.

"Don't ever put me in that position." He kissed me roughly again, but then his lips softened. "Please be good for me. We don't have to deal with him all the time."

I only nodded, feeling guilty for putting him in such a hard situation…and for bringing him here. To the place my parents came for…privacy.

We practically just fucked in their bed.

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