Chapter 2

"I want to talk to my mother alone," I stated, as Jacob and I left the main house.

"I know that Daddy wasn't telling me the complete truth, and the only person I'm going to get it out of is Mom."

"Alright," Jacob nodded.

We stopped by a tree that was somewhat equidistant from the main house and the cottage. I leaned against it, putting one of my feet on the trunk. Jacob stood in front of me, holding my hands loosely. I let my fingers fall through his.

"What's going to happen…" I started, trying to configure my jumbled thoughts. "What's going to happen if this ends up like Mom's?" I looked down, blinking back tears.

"Don't think like that," Jacob said. "Let's wait to see what Carlisle says." Jacob let go of my hands, and lifted my chin. He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips against mine.

"You're not your mother," he whispered. "It won't be the same as hers."

"But…"

"Renesmee, if there was any concern, Carlisle would have told us."

"You sound like you're trying to reassure yourself," I commented. "You're thinking it, too."

Jacob sighed heavily, and let go of my chin, crossing his arms. "Nessie, it's going to work out. It won't be like Bella's. We're going to be parents, Ness." He uncrossed his arms, and enveloped me in a hug. I closed my eyes, and nuzzled into his chest.

"We're going to have a baby, Nessie." Jacob repeated. "This is a miracle. Be happy." He pressed his lips on my crown.

"I am happy," I sniffed. "But I'm also confused and scared. I wasn't expecting this, and it feels like everyone knew it before I did, and I'm kind of pissed that I didn't get this one thing to myself, even for a little bit. Sometimes, Jacob…" I pushed myself away from him, and walked a few feet out. I could feel hot tears sting the back of my eyes.

"Sometimes, I just wish that I had a normal family; one that can't read minds, or see the future, or control moods, or be able to smell the fucking pregnancy hormones that I'm apparently secreting a fair amount of, or be able to notice the subtle changes that my body's been through…" I felt blood rush to my cheeks, my heart pounding. My hands were balled into tight fists. I hadn't realized how angry I had become. I loosened my grip, and turned to Jacob, trying to even my breaths.

"I'm sorry," I startled laugh escaped my lips. I felt more tears run down my cheeks. Jacob wrapped his arms tight around me. I cried into his chest. I felt his hands stroking my hair and rubbing my back.

"Ssshh…" he murmured. "It's alright, Baby Girl." He kissed the top of my head. "I know."

I laughed. "Look at me, I'm an emotional mess." I lifted my head and looked up at Jacob.

"You're fine," Jacob smiled, wiping away tears with his thumbs. He gave me a small kiss. "This is normal, and it's going to get better. Just remember that in a few months we're going to have a beautiful baby who looks exactly like her mother."

"How are you so sure that he's a she?" I smiled softly.

"How are you sure that she's a he?" Jacob replied, smirking.

"I've always wanted a son," I smiled, placing my hand on Jacob's cheek. "One that looks exactly like his father,"

I imagined children of mixed ages, perfect replicas of Jacob and Daddy. Jacob smiled, taking my hand from his cheek. He kissed my hand, and placed it over my lower abdomen.

"No matter if the baby is a boy or a girl, she will be beautiful. This baby is the luckiest child on earth, because he has us for family."

I smiled. "I really need to go talk to Mom. And I think Billy would like to know what's going on as well."

Jacob laughed nervously. "Yeah. I left home pretty fast—I'm sure Billy's wondering what happened."

"I'll see you later?" I asked, beginning to head towards the cottage.

"Did you want to go out tonight?"

I stopped. "Sure. You choose. I don't…" Suddenly, there was a sharp pain radiating from my lower abdomen, interrupting my train of thought.

I cried out in pain, my hand clenching the area the pain was coming from. I leaned against a tree with my other hand, and bent over, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Nessie?" Jacob called. "Renesmee, are you alright?"

I heard him rush to my side, and felt his arms around me. "Nessie, what's happening?" Fear traced his voice.

I shook my head, swallowing hard. "I don't know…it hurts." I whimpered in pain, and sank lower to the ground.

"This really fucking hurts," I moaned. Tears stung my eyes.

I heard a rush of wind, and followed by my father's voice.

"Renesmee?" He spoke. "Nessie, I need you to tell me what's hurting you."

"Abdomen," I gasped. "Sharp, almost stabbing."

"I smell blood," I heard Mom's voice next. "What's going on?"

"She's having a miscarriage," Daddy said quietly. "We need to get her inside."

Jacob lifted me bridal style, and I curled into his body. He carried me to the cottage, with Mom and Dad following behind. Jacob carried me to my room, and gently set me on the bed. He got into the bed next to me, spooning me. He kissed the space behind my ear, resting his lips there.

"I knew it was too good to believe,"