Chapter 4

Possibility

14 weeks…

The soon-to-be parents walked into the Gynecology department of the clinic. Renesmee checked in, and she joined Jacob in the waiting area.

"Are you feeling alright?" Jacob asked, as Renesmee picked up a Parenting magazine; the only ones they seemed to have.

Renesmee was still having morning sickness, but since she was in the last week of her first trimester, it had decreased to every few days, as opposed to every day.

"Yeah," She replied. They awkwardly avoided eye contact while they waited for the nurse to call them back. It was five minutes before her name was called.

"Cullen?" The short, stacked nurse looked around the room. Renesmee grabbed her purse from the floor, and Jacob followed her to the nurse.

"How are you doing, Dr. Cullen?" The nurse asked, as they walked down the hall.

"Alright," Renesmee shrugged.

"That's very good," The nurse smiled, as she led the two into the room. Jacob sat in one of the two chairs lined on the wall, and Renesmee took a seat on the bed that was placed in the center of the room.

"Okay, so I'm going to take some blood and urine samples, check blood pressure, and measure your height and weight."

Renesmee nodded, and the nurse began to take Renesmee's medical information; her dental health, any illnesses that might run in the family. She took her blood and urine samples, height, and her weight.

"The doctor will be with you two shortly," The nurse smiled, and left.

"How's…uh, your sister?" Renesmee asked, drumming her fingers nervously on the plastic bed.

"She's…changed." Jake ran a hand through his hair. "Her therapist says she's depressed, and that it's normal for victims, but…I don't know." He shook his head.

"Did you tell her?"

"About the baby?" Jake asked. "No. I probably should, though. I just haven't found the right time…it just doesn't seem to be the thing you tell a rape victim, a month after it happened."

"Yeah, you're right." Renesmee nodded curtly.

They waited a few more minutes in awkward silence, avoiding eye contact. Before long, the doctor came into the room.

"Dr. Cullen," She greeted warmly, shutting the door behind me. "How are you?"

"Dr. Montgomery," Renesmee smiled. "I'm doing okay…my breasts are swollen, I'm tired…but I can't complain."

"Besides the swollen breasts and exhaustion, right?" Montgomery laughed, and Renesmee nodded.

Montgomery turned to Jacob, extending her hand. "I'm Hannah Montgomery, you must be…"

"Sergeant Jacob Black," He smiled, shaking the doctor's hand. "Nessie's…uh…"

"Partner," Renesmee supplied.

Montgomery nodded. "Well, let's get started."

She got out Renesmee's chart, and sat down in her chair. "Have you been feeling any nausea, experienced any bleeding, vomiting, or cramping?" She asked Renesmee.

"Not any of those, but I have been experiencing slight abdominal pain,"

"But no nausea, or vomiting?"

Renesmee shook her head.

"Well, that's absolutely normal. The ligaments that hold up your uterus are stretching to accommodate your uterus as it grows. It's often called 'round ligament pain', and should subside soon."

Renesmee nodded, her hands gripping the plastic mattress nervously.

Montgomery continued asking questions, and then asked Renesmee to lie on the bed. She did as she was told, and allowed the OB to lift her shirt up. Jacob's cheeks flushed pink, and quickly looked down, feeling out of place.

Montgomery felt around Renesmee's abdomen. She measured from her shirt, to her jeans, and recorded the fundal height. She then pulled out a device that was attached to a small microphone.

"What is that?" Jacob asked.

Smiling, Montgomery pressed the microphone end to Renesmee's stomach. "It's a sonicaid,"

Before she could explain what it did, a small, but fast, thud-thud thud-thud was heard from the main part of the device, repeating over and over again. Montgomery held it against Renesmee's ear, and when she figured out what it was, she surprised herself by gasping.

Jacob leaned in to listen too. "Is that…?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"The baby's heartbeat." Montgomery smiled.

Jacob found himself speechless, his onyx eyes widened. That heartbeat…belonged to his child. His child. Emotions welled inside him, and he could have sworn he felt a tear fall down his cheek.

"That's incredible," Renesmee finally spoke.

Montgomery smiled, taking the sonicaid off of Renesmee's stomach. "We can setup your ultrasound for two weeks from now, around the time you'll be sixteen weeks. You will also need to schedule your appointments once a month, until you are twenty-eight weeks, after that, it'll be every two weeks until 36; where it will be weekly until you give birth."

Renesmee nodded. "Anything else?"

"Yes," Montgomery said. She walked over to one of the cupboards, and pulled out a list.

"These are things that you can and can't eat and drink during your pregnancy, as well as some books that can give insightful information on the week-to-week development of baby, and what you both," she looked over at Jacob, and back to Renesmee, "should be expecting."

She took a deep breath, looking between the two expectant parents. "I suggest that you two figure out your plan of care for this child; he needs to be brought into a good environment; I would not suggest a broken one. If you cannot do that, then I suggest that you two look into adoption."

Renesmee and Jacob nodded, knowing the seriousness of the situation they were in.

"And Dr. Cullen," Montgomery turned to Renesmee, crossing her arms. "I don't care that you are a second year surgical intern. You need to get rest. I cannotstress the important of rest for a pregnant woman. Understand?"

Renesmee nodded, knowing that she would have to tell King sooner or later that she was pregnant.

"Good," Montgomer smiled. "Well, that's it for this visit, your ultrasound's set up for three weeks from today, and you have the information you need. See you in three weeks."

Renesmee thanked the doctor, and stepped down from the bed. She and Jacob walked out of the clinic, and into the elevator, where they were alone.

"We can do this, right?" Renesmee asked quietly.

Jacob slipped his hand into Renesmee's, and squeezed it lightly. "We'll figure it out."

"You keep saying that," Renesmee took her hand out of Jacob's. "But we haven't figured it out."

"Well," Jacob started. "What do you think we should do?"

Renesmee shook her head, afraid of her answer. "I don't know." She whispered, fearing tears.

"Well, we have seven months until the baby's here. That gives us six months to get everything together."

"Six months isn't that long. It's half a year. It's one hundred and eighty-two days."

Jacob pushed air from his mouth, thinking. What were they going to do? Yes, they could get married, but they had just meet two months ago; they barely know each other; yet, they're having a baby together. They really had to grow up, and they had seven months until the baby arrived.

"We're going to have to move in together," Renesmee said, when they had arrived to Jacob's car.

"I mean, you heard what Montgomery said. This kid needs a good environment, and with our schedules, having a custody agreement wouldn't work. We're going to have to raise him together, and the only way to do that is if we're living together." She looked out the window, and subconsciously placed a hand over her stomach.

"That's a step." Jacob nodded. "I have an extra two bedrooms in my apartment; you can move in whenever you want."

Renesmee laughed. Jacob glanced at her through the corner of his eyes. "What's so funny?"

Renesmee shook her head, still laughing. "It's just that…we barely know each other…and we're having a baby together…and now we're moving in together."

Jacob thought for a moment. Truly, this was a little funny. But, he thought about how they barely knew each other, and for some reason, that bothered him. They're having a baby together, and yet the only things they knew about each other seemed to be their names, and their professions. If they were having a baby, shouldn't they know more about each other?

"Well…maybe we should change that." Jacob said.

Renesmee instantly stopped laughing, and looked at Jacob. "Change…?"

"We're raising a baby together, Renesmee, and we don't know each other. Maybe we should change that."

"Are you suggesting that we start dating?" Renesmee furrowed her eyebrows together.

Jacob shook his head. "More like…just being friends."

Renesmee nodded. "Yeah. I think we can do that."