Chapter 12

Jacob

It had been almost three weeks since Nessie and I found out that she was pregnant. I still couldn't believe it. I had always wanted to have kids; to be a father. But I never thought in my wildest dreams that Nessie and I could have children.

And yet, here she was, growing about two-tenths of a centimeter everyday with our child. A few centimeters a week. After a second appointment with Carlisle, he concluded that she looked to be about eight weeks along. Although Renesmee feared, in the back of her mind, that the pregnancy would not last. But when she'd get sick, her fears would be relieved for a short time. I hoped that as time passed, she'd begin to believe that the pregnancy would end with a healthy baby.

Every time I thought about our child, my heart leapt. Having a son or daughter running around our house, screaming and laughing for whatever reason. A mess of toys in our living room, a children's program running on the television in the background. A son or daughter to take hunting or fishing; teaching them things that my father had taught me. And this time, it was going to be a reality.

I felt the weight of the bed shift, as Nessie ran from the bed to the bathroom. I heard her retching as I made my way to the bathroom, and although I knew that it was normal, my heart raced, wondering if she was okay. When I got to the bathroom, I found her kneeling in front of the toilet, her head resting against the seat. I got on my knees next to her, pulling her hair away from her face.

"Thanks," she murmured.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, brushing my hand against her back.

"Like shit," she replied. "How do you think I feel?"

"This part will end soon," I threaded my fingers through her hair, running them down its length.

"When?" She moaned.

Renesmee coughed, and her back arched towards me as she leaned over the toilet bowl. She heaved a few more times before anything came up. I held her hair back, hoping that this part would truly end soon. I hated to see her like this; and although I knew that it was something that happened to pregnant women, it didn't make me worry any less.

"Do you want me to get you anything?" I asked as she finished.

"I think there's a few bags of blood in the fridge, if you could pour one into a glass?" She looked up at me.

"Of course," I kissed the crown of her head, and stood up, leaving the bathroom.

Getting the blood used to gross me out; it was, after all, human blood that was sitting in our fridge. But, I knew that it was good for both her and the baby, and I would do anything to keep them healthy. After a few days of having to pour the bags into glasses, I got pretty used to it, and it no longer phased me.

I went downstairs, and headed into the kitchen, beginning the search for a bag. There were only a few left in the fridge, maybe enough for a few more days. I'd have to see if Carlisle could pick up some more from the hospital without getting suspicious; until then, I'd have to take Nessie out hunting, which I didn't mind. The two of us hadn't gone hunting in a while together and I enjoyed watching her hunt down her prey.

Whoa there, I could feel myself getting a hard-on as I thought about Nessie hunting.

Down, boy. She's pregnant. Not sure if we can do that.

I shook away the thoughts, and proceeded to open a bag and pour it into a glass for Nessie. When I came back upstairs with it, she was curled in bed underneath a comforter and layers of sheets. I set the glass on the nightstand next to her, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Feeling any better?" I moved away some of the sheets, as well as her hair, so I could see her face.

"Not really," she sighed, looking from me to the glass on the nightstand. "Although that might make it better,"

She moved, beginning to sit up in the bed. I handed her the glass and she took it, drinking from it greedily. She set the glass down on the table, wiping away any remnants with the back of her hand.

"Better?" I laughed lightly.

She nodded. "A little,"

"Good," I smiled, and stood. "You should get some rest. I need to go out for a bit; will you be alright by yourself?"

"I'll be fine," she smiled. "If I need anything, everyone's just a short walk away."

"Alright," I leaned over and gave her a small kiss, tasting blood on her lips.

"Call me if anything happens," I said, as I headed out the door.

"I will," I heard her yawn as I left down the hall.

As I reached our backyard, I began to get undressed, tying my cell phone and clothing on my leg, getting ready to phase. I started out in a run, feeling my body begin to shake with pressure. I jumped, shifting from one body to the next.

Hey, I heard Paul. Long time, no see.

I could see Paul, and the rest of the pack, as I got closer to the clearing where we met every week. I joined the group, sitting near a tree.

How was Paris? Sam asked. I heard snickering from the other pack members.

It was great, I chuckled. Lovely city. You guys should go sometime.

I don't think that's what Sam meant, Jared stated.

I'm not going to discuss my sex life with you guys. I replied.

But, there was something I wanted to tell you guys.

Yeah? They all turned their attention to me.

Well, the reason that Nessie and I came back early was because… I paused, snickering to myself as the guys groaned in frustration.

Well, Nessie's pregnant.

She's pregnant? Paul asked. Good job, Black. Congrats to the both of you.

I stood proud. My pack members hooted and hollered, and I'm sure that they could have been heard all the way up in Canada.

How far along is she? Sam questioned as they began to quiet down.

She's almost three weeks, and Carlisle's estimating a delivery anywhere between thirteen and sixteen weeks.

That's not that long, Jared commented.

No more than four months, I agreed. But I think we're more than ready.

I thought so, too. Sam interjected. And we had thirty-eight weeks. But when Kevin was born, we quickly learned that we weren't as ready as we thought.

It happens every time, Paul piped in. You think you know everything after you've had one, but then you have another one who's completely different, and suddenly you're re-learning how to do the simplest of things.

I mean, kids are great. Jared stated. But they're hard as fuck when they're young.

We've watched your kids, and they didn't seem so bad. I mean, when they were newborns, yeah, but as they got older they were alright. I replied.

It's different when it's yours. Paul said. Babysitting's only a few hours, and usually they were sleeping. Parenthood is for life. And your kids will always treat other adults different than how they treat you.

Not to scare you, or anything. Jared chimed in. But it's not as easy as you think. And you think you have all this time to prepare, but suddenly they're here, and it's like all that preparation you thought you had goes out the window.

So, then what do we do? I questioned.

Learn as you go. Sam said.

And practice is always good, Paul stated. Not to use the two of you for free babysitting, but keeping our kids overnight can give you a glimpse to what it's like always having a kid. Also because we want free babysitting.

Ha-ha, I laughed dryly. But, yeah. Whenever you guys need, we're pretty flexible. Just run it by us first.

Well, congratulations, again. Paul stood, heading out of the group. I gotta go—Rachel's working so I have to take the kids to their appointments today.

Yeah, I have to leave too. Jared said, following behind Paul. Robbie and Kim are both sick.

We all slowly disbanded, mentioning something about meeting again in a few weeks. I phased back when I got close to our house. I thought about Nessie, and our child, wondering if we really were ready for a baby. But, is anyone ever really ready for a baby?

I pushed the thought from my mind, as I got dressed. Instead, I focused on Nessie, and if she was feeling any better now than she was this morning. I slipped in the house through our back door, and made my way through the living room, and up the stairs.

Nessie stood in the hallway, leaning against the doorframe of our bedroom. She had changed into a black, lacy piece of lingerie that she had gotten for our honeymoon. She smiled when she saw me stopped in front of her, and slowly walked towards me.

"I thought you were sleeping…" my voice hitched. She looked so fucking sexy.

"I need you," she replied, gently placing her hands over my shoulders.

She moved her fingers like whispers down my arms, across my chest, and over my abdomen. Her breathing had already become uneven, and I was sure that the look in my eyes matched hers.

"Touch me," she whispered. "I need you."

There was nothing more that I wanted to do than to have her right then and there. We hadn't had sex since we found out about the baby, and I didn't have any other excuse other than being worried about hurting the baby. So, naturally, I hadn't seen much of her body's subtle changes. She was becoming slightly rounder all over—her face was fuller, her breasts slightly swollen. And, of course, the small beginnings of a bump that held our child. It killed me to protest.

"Ness, I don't think—"

"Every book I've read says that a happy mommy means a happy baby," she interjected.

I couldn't argue with that. And because her moods mostly consisted of "leave me alone", I couldn't pass up the opportunity to make love to my wife.

I took a step closer to her, and ran my hands around her butt, over her hips, and rested them over her abdomen. I leaned in and nibbled her earlobe.

"You have never been sexier, more beautiful, than you are right now."

A tiny whimper escaped her lips. "Come here," her voice shook as she grabbed my hand, and lead me into our bedroom.

She walked backwards, and slowly positioned herself across the bed, so that I was leaning on top of her. I kissed her gently, moving my hands to the waistband of her panties. I slid them off of her, and tossed them across the room. Her body shook, and I could tell that she was going to reach her climax soon.

"Feeling a little sensitive these days, aren't we?" I spoke softly. She moaned in response.

I let my hands roam against her abdomen for a few minutes, before moving to undo the clasp of her bra, which was on the front this time. I began to kiss the area underneath her bellybutton, working my way up, feeling the slight incline of her bump. When I reached her breasts, I took the bra clasp between my teeth and snapped it in two. The cups spread apart, showing her slightly fuller breasts. I traced circles around her areolas, slowly moving inward. I brushed against her nipples, and a sharp breath escaped her lips as her body trembled.

I smiled, beginning to work my way back down. She moved her fingers down with my lips, and spread hers apart. It was clear what she wanted, and I happily obliged. I pushed her up the bed, and leaned down, starting at the bottom, poking my tongue between her open lips. Her body was shaking by the time I was close to her clit, and I knew she would come any second. I circled around her clit, and when her legs wrapped around my back, I flicked it. She was soaking by that point, and I greedily lapped her up. She moaned, grabbing my hair, holding me in that spot, nearly grinding my face between her lips. I kept flicking her clit with my tongue, and she gasped my name. It quickly turned into throaty and wordless moans, and I moved my hands up towards her breasts, beginning to kneed them softly, knowing it would finally push her over the edge.

"Fuck!" she cried as she came. I continued to palm her breasts, making sure I didn't miss anything. She pulled me back up, and kissed me hard, letting me know that she wasn't finished yet.

"Up," she ordered.

When I did, she jumped up, wrapping her legs low around my hips. I held her up by her ass as she leaned in, kissing me deeply, hungrily. I put one hand over her chest, feeling her heart beat rapidly. I gently pushed her against the wall, making sure there was space between her abdomen and mine, so that I wouldn't harm the baby. She was content to lean against the wall, and she reached between her legs, beginning to guide me inside of her. I groaned as I pushed into her, realizing how much I had missed being with her.

I moved slowly and deeply. Nessie whimpered with each stroke. I had never seen her like this before, and I wanted to make sure she was satisfied. I cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them at the top, moving downward until I had her nipples.

"Oh, fuck, Jacob," she breathed.

I teased her nipples, pulling on them gently. She arched her back, beginning to move wildly, throwing off our rhythm. It took me a moment, but I found hers, and moved with it. Her whole body began to shake, and I knew that she was on the edge again.

"Don't stop," she hissed. I could feel her warmth flooding out of her, and over me. She gripped my back, digging her nails into my skin. I wondered if I was bleeding, but I didn't care. She was about to come again, and so was I.

I grunted as we slammed into each other, over and over again. It was all over when I reached between her legs and rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and I exploded inside of her as she came with me. I pulled her close, both of us breathing heavily at that point. Her arms clung to the back of my neck.

"Shit," she sighed.

"I know," I laughed softly, beginning to lay her across the bed.

"You are so fucking amazing," she said softly.

"You have never been more beautiful," I leaned over her, kissing her softly. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

I heard my phone vibrate on the nightstand, and looked over to see who had texted me.

Way to go, Stud! That's my nephew! It was Emmett. I shook my head with a small laugh.

"Emmett's a jackass," Nessie said.

"But he's our jackass." I replied. She laughed.

"I guess he is."

"How you feeling, Mommy?" I got into bed next to her, my arm resting over her abdomen. I moved my hand around her small bump, feeling it's incline below her bellybutton.

"Amazing," she giggled.

"Tired?" I kissed her ear.

"Mhm…" she turned on her back and kissed my lips.

"We should get some rest, then."

"Sounds like a good idea," she sighed, beginning to close her eyes.

I watched her as she fell asleep, her breathing slowing to a rhythmic pace, her chest rising and falling softly. She was truly never more beautiful to me than she was in that moment. I wrapped my body around hers, my hand resting protectively against her abdomen, where our unborn child lay. I kissed the space between her neck and shoulder, and thanked God that she was mine.