*SQUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE* So excited! Although I do feel weird about this chapter, like I probably messed up a lot, but...I'm so happy with the outcome. I did do a little research, but also tried not to make the labor textbook because this a half vampire woman we're talking about. So yeah...I know you've all been waiting for this! And there is more to come from baby Will and daddy Jacob. I promise!

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Late August

Monday

JPOV

"Again?"

"Yes, again. Help me up," Nessie demanded, waggling her fingers at me as I came around the couch.

Gripping her hands, I pulled her up onto her feet. "This can't be normal. How can one person pee that much in one day? You haven't even drank that much."

Without even answering me, she scurried off to the bathroom under the stairs. Over the past couple of days, that's what she'd been doing, running off into the bathroom. She'd gotten so big in the past month that I had to help her out of bed and off the couch. Her aches and pains had gotten worse, as well as her breathing. Carlisle said it was because the baby was pressing on her organs, especially her lungs because he was so high up. He also said that once the labor kicked in, he'd drop down and relieve the pressure. I knew Nessie couldn't wait for that. She'd also started experiencing heartburn. Her first time ever. To nobody's surprise, she hated it, popping Tums all the time.

Sitting heavily on the couch, I flipped on the tv. Today was one of my days off at the shop, Frank coming in to cover me. He'd been doing that a lot, probably because the pregnancy was coming to a close. He'd shooed me off with paid vacation days. Seriously, that man was amazing.

Nessie came out of the bathroom and around the couch frowning, her hands on her swollen belly.

The wolf and male in me went on instant alert. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know. Does...does the bump seem...lower?"

Frowning, I looked down and actually studied her. "Um, actually, yeah. I guess. How's your breathing?"

Experimentally, she took a deep breath. "A little better actually."

I thought back over everything that Carlisle had gone over with us a week ago after getting so close to the due date.

"So, what does this mean?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I guess I should start looking for labor signs. Carlisle said that when the baby started dropping, I could start having contractions. Not to mention the frequent trips to the bathroom? I think we're getting close."

When she sat down, I pulled her into me and kissed her temple. "Let me know any little thing, okay?"

She nodded against my shoulder. "Jacob, can I tell you something?"

"Of course, baby."

"I'm scared." Her voice was barely a whisper. I hated that she sounded so tiny

"Of what?"

"The labor. I mean, just remembering watching Shelby give birth to Brayden was painful. You'll be there, right?"

Pulling back, I looked down at her, raking my fingers through her hair, wondering how she could ask me that. Instead of asking, though, I said, "Of course I will. Every step, I'll be there. I'll call Frank and let him know that I need some time just in case. He'll understand."

"Not immediately. Just because he's dropping a little doesn't mean that he's coming yet. Maybe we should go talk to-", she hissed, her hand going to her stomach.

"Ness?"

Shock replaced the worry on her face. "I think that was a contraction."

Instinctively, I looked at the time on my watch and remembered it. If she was going to start contractions we had to keep up with the timing. Carlisle had been very specific about that. Depending on how regular they were would depend on if we needed to get down to Carlisle.

"You okay?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yeah. That was...weird. What time?"

"Twelve-thirty." Pulling up my contacts, I found the shop's number and hit it. "Hey, Frank. It's me, Jake."

"Hey, Jake! Everything okay?"

I hugged Ness tighter to me. "Well, she's started having contractions. I think it's a good idea that I sit out of the shop for a few days, like a week or so."

Papers shuffled in the background. "Oh, absolutely. Take as much paid time as you need."

"Frank, seriously. No. We'll be fine."

His tone became stern. "Jacob Black, I won't hear of it. Think of it this way: you've racked up about two months worth of paid vacation over the years you've worked for me. I'll put it in as overtime, which you've also racked up."

Sighing, I said, "You're not budging, are you?"

"No, sir."

"Why?"

"Because you're a good man, Jacob. With a good wife, and a son on the way. Besides, you're the best mechanic I've ever had here at the shop. And you taught all the boys. When I retire in a couple years, this place will be yours. I wouldn't leave it to anyone else. And because someone once did something generous for me. I'm just passing it along."

"Fair enough, I guess. Thank you, Frank."

"Not a problem, son. Now, go take care of that beautiful wife of yours."

"I will."

Nessie was smiling when I hung up. "He's sweet."

"He is." Sighing, I just couldn't let it go. Leaning forward, elbows on my knees, I said, "Ness, you asking if I'm going to be there with you actually bothers me. Why on earth would you think I'm not going to be there when you give birth to our son?"

Not meeting my eyes, she played with the hem of her shirt. "It's not that I think you won't be there. I guess I just needed some reassurances."

Looking back at her over my shoulder, I reached for her hand. "Renesmee Black, I would never leave you like that. I'm not one of those men, one of those husbands. You're not just a trophy wife or a woman to bear my children. You're the love of my life. I'm scared, too. I mean, I've heard about some of the complications of giving birth, and I am terrified that something will go wrong. But then I think that we're in capable hands. Carlisle knows what he's doing. And you're his granddaughter. He'll do whatever it takes to keep you and the baby safe. Shelby and Brayden came out just fine. And no matter how many babies we have, I will always be there."

Leaning forward, she put her forehead against my shoulder. "I know that. I'm sorry."

"We'll get through this, meet our son, and laugh that we even had this conversation."

She choked out a laugh. "Yeah. Probably. I think I'm going to go lay down. I'm kind of tired."

"Do you wanna lay here on the couch?"

"Will you lay with me?"

"Of course."

Even her smile was tired. "Okay, then."

We rearranged ourselves after I turned the lights down and built up the fire. She laid over my chest, her stomach resting partially over my waist. Will had gotten so big that Nessie practically waddled everywhere, and she was tired all the time even if she got a lot of sleep. It was all a part of the process apparently, but that didn't mean I had to like it.

Sighing contentedly, she fell asleep almost immediately. I tightened my hold on her before forcing my eyes closed.

RPOV

Around midnight, I woke up to my bladder yelling at me and heartburn eating up my throat. Rolling out of bed, I padded to the bathroom. After taking care of the first problem, I went up to the kitchen and chewed up some Tums. Yech. After I had Will and this heartburn disappeared, I was tossing those damn things out of my house. I could always buy more when we got pregnant again.

As I was turning away from the counter, another contraction hit. It wasn't painful, but it sure as hell wasn't comfortable.

"Ow," I whispered, breathing through it. "Come on, Will. Mommy's ready when you are."

"Ness?"

Looking up, I saw Jacob standing in the doorway that led down the stairs. He'd slipped into his jeans but left them undone.

I smiled tiredly. "Heartburn. And another contraction."

"Ness, that's your fourth one."

I nodded. "I know."

After the first one, I'd had two more that had pulled me out of sleep over the course of a few hours. The last one had been at around nine at night. Jacob had called Carlisle, who had assured us that we were okay for the night. If it persisted into the morning, we should grab our stuff to head to the house tomorrow, today, whatever.

Across the space, he and I met gazes. This was it. If the contractions kept up and sped up in frequency, we'd be meeting our little boy in a matter of a couple days.

"You think you can get a few more hours sleep?" he asked softly, eyes on my huge stomach.

Sleep was already sucking at me, my bones and body heavy. So he knew I was telling the truth when I said, "Yeah. As long as the contractions don't get any stronger, I can get a little more sleep."

Later Tuesday Morning

JPOV

Ness was in one of my huge t-shirts and a robe while she laid back on the bed, her legs up in the stirrups. Carlisle was doing an internal exam to see where Will was. Her contractions had started getting more frequent and more painful.

"What's going on, Carlisle?" I asked impatiently.

Frowning with concentration, he pulled back and snapped off his gloves. "As far as I can tell, your son is coming and very quickly. The first stage of labor should have lasted more than just a few hours. But you're already dilated to about five centimeters. Your contractions are increasingly more painful and frequent. Are you feeling any pressure to push or bear down?" he asked Ness.

Before she could answer, her jaw clenched and she squeezed her eyes closed. Her fingers clenched around my hand painfully. Another contraction. Only fifteen minutes from the last.

She nodded eventually. "Yeah."

"Don't. I need you to wait until you're more dilated."

"How long will that be?" I demanded.

"Jacob, I don't know. Sometimes the labor can just stop at this point."

Nessie collapsed in exhaustion against the bed. "Please don't tell me that."

Carlisle chuckled. "I understand, Nessie. Your water hasn't broken yet. Walking around can sometimes help the labor along if you're feeling up to it."

Nessie immediately went for the idea. "Yes! Yes, please, Jacob. I can't just lay in here waiting. Let's walk around the house."

Nodding, I helped her situate herself and get off the bed. She moved slowly, her teeth gritted. A steady calm had come over me as we'd grabbed the bags of clothes and baby stuff and headed down here. This was it. (Hopefully). Everybody was waiting on news. Shelby was camped out downstairs with Bella and Edward. Nessie didn't want her dad in the room assisting when she went into labor because that would just be awkward. If he was in the room at all, he'd be up at her head with me. Esme was going to assist Carlisle with the birth.

Slowly, we made our way down the hallway. I was nervous about her walking the stairs, but she insisted. Carlisle just shrugged.

A couple hours passed by with us just walking around the ground floor. Eventually, she shooed me away so she could talk to Shelby, Christa, Emily, and my sisters. Carlisle and I watched her, keeping track of her contractions.

For now, they were still spaced about the same. Now more than ever, it was a waiting game. Knowing Carlisle had everything under control, I went to sit in the empty dining room where we'd put the bags. Digging into one of them, I picked up a onesie that Nessie had bought. The one that said, "Daddy's Little Cub".

I didn't know how long I sat there, staring at the small piece of clothing before I heard a throat being cleared. Several of the guys were standing in the doorway.

"You mind if we join you?" Caden asked, his amber eyes glowing in the dark room. I hadn't bothered to turn on the lights.

Clearing my throat, I motioned to the table. "Sure. Not sure how good of company I'll be but..."

Chuckling, Caden sat down across from me. "Nervous, huh?"

I shook my head as the others sat down around the table. "Not about the baby anymore. I'm just worried about the labor. So ready for that to be over. Seeing her in pain like that bothers me."

"Amen," Seth muttered.

"Nessie's tough, Jake," Embry said, clapping a hand on my shoulder.

"And that's why women bear the children instead of us," Caden said. "They are much tougher than we are."

All the men nodded in agreement.

Haleigh walked into the room and went straight for Walker. He picked her up and sat her in his lap. "Hi, Daddy," she said, resting her head against his shoulder.

He kissed her hair. "Hey, baby girl. What's up?"

"Miss Esme and Miss Bella are making lunch. They said it will give them something to do."

"Okay, sweetheart. Thanks for telling us."

She nodded importantly. "Mhm. And they said all the boys need to wash up."

That made us laugh. But we did as she said only because she was watching us closely, her eyes narrowed. Nobody wanted to face the six year old little girl's wrath. As soon as I sat back down, Christa and Morgan were helping Nessie into the dining room. The skin around her eyes and mouth was pinched like she was in pain. More contractions. I held my arms out and they helped her up onto my lap.

Sitting sideways, she rested her head under my chin and rubbed her stomach. "I'm not hungry, but I'll sit with you while you eat."

I kissed her forehead as Bella set a plate of chicken in front of me. "Thanks, Bells."

She smiled warmly before kissing Nessie's hair. "How are you feeling?"

Nessie shrugged. "Like I'm totally ready to get this over with. I don't like the waiting, the anticipation. I just want to move."

"It'll happen, sweetie."

The front door opened and a moment later, Charlie and Sue came into the dining room. They looked at Nessie with sympathy, Sue more so than Charlie. She understood after having two kids.

"So, nothing yet?" she asked gently.

Nessie shook her head against my shoulder. This was the way she used to sit when she was smaller and wasn't feeling well. She'd cuddle up in my lap and tuck her head under my chin, looking pitiful. "Just progressively more painful contractions."

"Have you dilated any?"

"About seven is what Carlisle said."

As if her body knew what she was saying, she tightened up, squeezing her eyes shut. Yet another contraction, but this time she couldn't hold back the whimpers of pain or the harsh gasping.

I rubbed her back as soothingly as I could, feeling like shit that I couldn't take the pain for her.

Through her teeth, she said, "That was the worst yet." There were tears in her voice.

My gaze found Carlisle's where he was standing in the corner, keeping an eye on his patient. "How long?"

"Dropped to ten minutes," he said, looking at his watch. "I think we should get her back to the room. She may have dilated more."

"But-" Nessie started.

Carlisle gave her a level gaze. "If the contractions have leveled out to ten minutes or less apart, we need to get you prepped for labor. I know you hate laying around, but as your doctor that's what I advise."

After a moment of deep breathing, she nodded. I'd lost my appetite so I scooted the plate to Paul who was more than happy to eat my share.

"Good luck," Sue whispered as she helped Ness off my lap.

It was as I was scooting the chair out more to have room to stand up that Nessie crumpled around her stomach, one hand holding it while the other gripped the table. She let out a yell as her water broke.

Carlisle was there a moment later, swinging her up into his arms.

"Is that normal?" I demanded as I followed him at a run up the stairs. Nessie was crunched around her stomach, breathing through her teeth, making it glaringly obvious that she was now in constant pain.

Carlisle flew into the room and laid her gently on the bed. It was already tilted up into a reclined position. He lifted her legs into the stirrups before slipping in an IV and a heart monitor onto her finger.

"Normally the ten minute or less contractions last a lot longer," he said, slipping in his gloves. "But this isn't a human birth. Remember that Nessie's body is different." With that he, ducked under the blanket he's thrown over her legs. Esme came in and scrubbed at the sink before putting her own gloves on.

Nessie's small hand slipped into mine, squeezing hard. She was in severe pain, tears streaming down her face. "I want to push, Carlisle."

He came back up to look at her. "Not yet. I need to see how dilated you are. Just breathe, okay? Slowly. I know it hurts. We can still give you the medicine."

"No! No medicine. Just do what you have to and tell me when."

He nodded, eyes slipping into concentration as he went to work. "You're getting very close to ten, but Will is ready to come. He's bearing down. That's probably where all the pain is coming from." He looked to me. "Jacob, talk to her. Calm her down or she'll panic and start pushing. She's not quite ready yet. More pain she doesn't need. Esme, close the door please."

Just before she did, Bella and Edward stepped inside. Edward came to stand just above the head of the bed while Bella moved to the other side across from me to stand next to the machines. While he waited for the last centimeter so her cervix was completely open -he'd tried to explain things to me, but I was still confused about a woman's anatomy- he worked on cleaning her up from her water breaking.

Nessie hand tightened on mine again. "Jake," she squeezed out.

I turned so that my back was to Carlisle and made eye contact with my wife, trying to keep her distracted. I gave her the best grin I could with my heart thrumming in my throat. "Hey, sweetie. It's okay. You're doing great, but you gotta breathe for me, okay? Remember?"

She grinned tiredly. "Don't talk to me like I'm a crazy person, Jake."

That made me laugh. "Well, breathe right and I won't."

"Deal."

Slowly, she started to calm down, but flinched when another contraction hit. She gritted her teeth against the pain, but it became too much. I knew that because she yelled. I had a feeling she wouldn't be the screaming type.

"Ness, one to ten, how bad is it?" Carlisle asked.

"Eight," she said.

Sitting back down, he checked her once more. "Ness, you're almost there, but your son is moving down too fast, the contractions pushing him. I need to deliver him, which means pushing. You're not fully dilated."

"What does that mean?" I asked because pain overtook her again.

"It means that he could stretch her too far and rip on his way out. That last centimeter makes all the difference."

"Do it," Nessie gritted. "I'll heal, but he needs to come out."

Carlisle nodded and then looked to Edward. A moment later, the bed started tilting up more. "Nessie, let me know when the next contraction hits."

She stared at him as if she wanted to rip his head off. "I'm feeling like I'm stuck with one big, pulsing contraction, Carlisle. Just tell me when to fucking push."

Bella braided Nessie's hair to get it out of the way and then used a rag to wipe the sweat off of her.

Carlisle looked up to me. This was really happening and I was actually calm. "On my count of three, Nessie, push."

Sitting up, she shrugged out of the robe and nodded, her grip tightening on my hand. I leaned over to kiss the top of her head. "You got this, baby. And I'm right here. Squeeze my hand as hard as you can."

Her brown eyes met mine. "I love you."

"I love you, too.

"Alright, Ness," Carlisle said, grabbing our attention. He nodded. "One...two...three. Push!"

Taking in a deep breath and squeezing her eyes shut tight, she did as she was told. Toward the end of the motion, she screamed. I'd underestimated the pain threshold when I'd figured she wouldn't scream.

Her fingers crushed my hand so hard that I felt a few things pop, pain radiating up my arm.

And it began.

Thirteen Hours Later...Wednesday Morning.

RPOV

"Push, Nessie!"

Letting out another scream, I went with the motion that my body was pushing me to do and bore down, my son's body widening, stretching me. Sweat was pouring off my body, hair slick with it. We'd put the bed back so Jacob could sit behind me, his arms my handles, his legs stretched out beside me. He was a comforting strength at my back, tensing every time I pushed so his body was one hard rock steadying me.

The contractions had gotten my attention. But now I knew what Shelby had meant when she'd said the labor had gotten ALL of her attention. Every bone in my body felt liquid and shattered at the same time. Below my waist was just one sharp pain. I wasn't entirely sure I could feel my feet.

"Alright, "Carlisle said. "He's finally crowning. One more big push and his head will be out. Then it's onto the shoulders. After that, should be a piece of cake."

I glared at my grandfather.

He shrugged. "Sorry."

I leaned back against Jacob's chest, regaining my breath and what little strength I had. His lips were warm against my temple.

"You're doing great, Ness. He's almost here. Just a little longer and you'll be holding him. I promise. Then you can sleep." He kissed me again. "I'm right here. Not going anywhere."

Gathering my strength from him, I nodded and sat up. Carlisle nodded. When he counted to three, I pushed with everything I had in me. No screaming this time because I actually felt his head slide and the pressure subsided a little. But I could feel his shoulders stretching me just inside. Esme handed Carlisle a suction. After he used it, he handed it back to her without even looking away.

His eyes met mine. "He's fine," he said with a smile. "One more push and he should slide out pretty easily after his shoulders are free. He'll cry out as soon as his chest is free and his lungs can expand. Make it a big one, okay?"

Nodding, I braced back against Jacob, who was like a wall behind me. I took a few very deep breaths, trying to shake off the exhaustion.

"Ready?"

I nodded and gripped Jacob's wrists tightly. He'd have bruises when this was over.

"Push when you're ready, Ness. I've got him."

A couple more breaths and then, with a scream loud enough to hear outside, I pushed with the contraction that had taken over my body in a giant wave. This was the most painful part so far. My son's shoulders were wider than his head and I could feel my body rip on the inside, those sensitive walls unable to hold up to the task after hours of being abraded by the friction of my son's skin.

As stars burst behind my eyes and my body went slack with lack of pressure, I heard a shrill cry in the room. Everybody had gone silent.

"Perfectly healthy baby boy," Carlisle said with a smile in his voice.

Forcing my eyes open, I saw Esme take my baby and wrap him into a sterile blue towel. She was methodical as she cleaned him off, discarded the towel with all the fluids, and wrapped him in a clean, fresh towel.

"Ness," Carlisle said firmly.

Through my tears, I managed to look at my grandfather, pulling my eyes away from my son.

"Your body is still having contractions. The placenta needs to come out. I know you're tired and you want to hold your baby boy, but I need you to give me just a few more pushes, okay? After that, he's all yours."

"Come on, Ness," Jacob whispered in my ear. "The worst is over."

Five minutes later, Carlisle was cleaning me up. Already, the sharp pain was seeping away, leaving my hips sore. It was good to be half vampire.

My eyes were glued to Esme as she walked over to us, smiling. If she had been capable of crying, she would have been. Will was still wailing, just not as loudly.

"He's beautiful," she whispered.

Weakly, I held my arms out, desperate to hold my little boy. Jacob's arms came around to hold mine steady as Esme placed our son in our arms.

He calmed instantly.

My first look at him, and my heart was forever his. He was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life. His skin was just a touch lighter than Jacob's, probably because of my genes; and there was already a dark patch of black hair on his head. He looked like he was asleep, hands and mouth relaxed.

"Hello, William," I choked through my tears, stroking his cheek with my finger. He moved his head into my touch.

Something dropped onto my shoulder. Looking up, tears were falling down Jacob's face to land on my skin. I'd long ago shed the t-shirt in favor of a cami. The heat had been unbearable. Jacob's arm that wasn't helping me hold the heft of Will's body came up. He stroked his own fingers over our son's chubby cheek, brushing over his nose.

"We'll give you some time," Carlisle said softly, looking down at his great-grandson.

Mom and Dad both kissed my head. Mom hugged Jacob gently, and Dad shook his hand before they both followed Esme and Carlisle out.

"He's here," Jacob whispered. "He's beautiful."

Laughing with joy, I just couldn't take my eyes away from him. "He really is. Jacob, we did it. Our son is here. We're holding him."

Jacob's warm lips pressed into my neck just under my jaw. "You were amazing, so strong. I'm so proud of you."

In my arms, Will moved. His upper body wiggled a little, mouth moving. After a couple moments, his eyes opened, looking up at us with an unfocused gaze.

I gasped. I'd been told that babies tended to have hazel eyes at birth, but Will's eyes were brown. Not dark like mine or Jacob's, but lighter, like milk chocolate mixed with caramel. Gorgeous.

As Jacob and I watched him, he began to move around more, mouth opening and closing, head turning toward my chest. He pressed to my breasts, little arms moving, fingers making slow progress.

There was no telling how much time passed. Jacob and I took turns touching our son, like we couldn't believe that he was actually here, that this was actually happening. It seemed like the most natural thing when he turned against me, reaching out at my breast. Jacob gave a masculine chuckle, a proud father moment, I supposed. Will's mouth was warm against my skin, but he never tried to feed, just nuzzled me.

Jacob raised the bed behind us so he could lean back, gently bringing me with him to rest against his chest.

More time passed and eventually, Will latched on, suckling. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but watching him feed was worth it. He didn't take very much, and was still afterward, eyes closed, body peaceful.

Adjusting him gently, I laid him stomach down on my chest, his head tucked under my chin as I rested back against Jacob. Sleep tugged at me, exhaustion rolling over me in crashing waves. Jacob wrapped his arms around me and Will, giving me that feeling of safety.

In moments, I was asleep, my son tucked safely in my arms while his father protected us both with his.

JPOV

I had a son.

After Nessie had passed out in my arms, Carlisle had come back in to check on mother and baby. She was out for the count. Carlisle had taken Will out of her arms gently, and I managed to get out from under her to shadow the doctor. He did all his measurements of my son and then put a diaper on him before wrapping him back up. When Carlisle handed him to me, I took him as if he were glass.

Sleepily, he opened his eyes to look up at me. The color was lighter than Nessie's milk chocolate. Like a dark caramel. Somewhere between the gold of the Cullens' and brown of Nessie's. I held him perpendicular to my body, his little feet against my chest, head in my palm. I knew there were people waiting, wolves watching the window from outside.

Eyes on my son, I walked over to the big window-wall and stared down at all the wolves, some in human form, others pacing in wolf form. Sadie was the first to see me at the window. She grabbed everybody else's attention, and when they were all facing me, I held up my son where they could see him.

A cheer broke out as well as howls. More howls echoed further out in the woods, coming from those on patrol. In my arms, Will wiggled, hands going to his face as his mouth moved into something resembling a yawn. The future of the pack was in my arms, was my son. This tiny baby boy would someday be like me.

He was their future alpha.

OMG please please tell me how you feel about this one. And please don't be all "you did this wrong". I'm aware I've never had a kid and that all women are different. But yeah! I love you guys so so so much! xoxoxoxoxo