xNineteenxMelanie POVx
Wolf boys; that's what my dreams were all about last night. Wolf boys and some pale girl with bright red hair…
I sit up on my blow up mattress and rub my eyes. I get up and go into Paul's room.
"Paulie?" I ask. "Paulie!" I wait. "PAULIE!" I yell, patting his arm.
"Mel?" I hear Vanessa say before sitting up.
"Hi Nessa, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," I go around to her side of the bed.
"Its oohk, I really have to pee anyways," she smiles.
"Oohk," I smile as she gets up. I wait until the toilet flushes and she comes back out before grabbing her hand. "Breakfast?" I ask her.
"Sure," she follows me out to the kitchen. I sit on a chair and watch. "What would you like?" she asks.
"Waffles," I decide after a moments thought. She nods and pulls out a big, black thing and a yellow box before making the batter and some waffles.
xPaul POVx
The smell of waffles hits me as soon as I wake up.
I roll and find an empty bed, so I check my phone. Nice o'clock it reads as I sit up and stretch. I wander into the kitchen to find Melanie sitting at the table eating a waffle while Vanessa flips a new one.
I wrap my arms around Vanessa from behind as Mel notices me.
"PAULIE!" she squeals, hopping off of her chair and running into me.
"Morning girls," I smile.
"Hi Paul," they chorus happily before turning back to what they were doing.
Everything seemed great, and actually in place for once, and I wouldn't change a thing about it…
x4 months laterxVanessa POVx
"Hey, Vanessa," Emily smiles as I waddle into the kitchen.
"Hey," I greet her.
"Lookin' good," she grins and looks me up and down as if checking me out, knowing Paul can see a clear view from the living room where he is with Sam and the others. "You're due soon, right?" she asks.
"Yeah," I chuckle as I hear Paul growl from the living room. "I'm eight months now. I swear, I'm a freaking whale with the god damn bladder of a fucking squirrel!" I exclaim like a mad woman.
"You're not a whale," Paul protests as he appears behind me.
"I thought I told you to keep out of this kitchen," I chastise him lightly.
"Sorry," he grins and kisses me before getting out of our claimed 'territory.'
"Aunt Emiwy…" Claire barrels into the kitchen with Melanie close on her heels.
"Yes, Claire-bear?" she crouches down. Mel waves at me quickly before returning her attention to Emily and Claire.
"Can we pway dowies upstairs?" she asks innocently.
"Sure, but Paul and Quil have to go up with you two."
"They're not here," Melanie informs her.
"Alright, Kim?" she calls, looking up as she walks in.
"Yeah, Em?" she asks.
"Can you help me bring down the dolls for the girls?"
"Sure," they head upstairs as I look at Renesmee and nod before the two of us make our way up at our own pace.
"You two need to march your butts right back down there and relax," Kim scolds us as we enter the room.
"Make us and see what happens," Renesmee threatens her, giving her 'the look.' Ha, go Renesmee. They both scowl at the two of us and I swear I hear Emily mutter something about telling Paul as I glare at her and grab a box of doll clothes before heading downstairs. I drop the box on the ground and look around.
"Claire," I drag out her name. "Melanie," I continue, pretending to not know where they are." Ready or not, here I come," I prowl around very un-stealthy like due to my waddle.
"That's what he said," Renesmee mutters from the door frame. I stand up and look at her for a split second before the two of us burst into laughter for a few moments before mine suddenly stop due to a potent, lingering pain down below. I grip at the underside of my swollen belly and allow myself to double over slightly, waiting for it to pass.
"Nessa?" Nessie appears beside me.
"Yeah," I pant. "I'm oohk, it's just a Braxton Hicks," I say, more to myself than her.
"Are you sure?" she asks uncertainly.
"Yeah, I'm not in labor Ness. My water hasn't broken," I inform her.
She seems to relax, knowing that and leads me over to the couch. I merely shake my head at her and decide to continue my search as I try to 'find' the two girls.
"Boo," I pop my head around the couch to their hiding place.
They both scream before giggling and running so that I can't catch them. I straighten up as my baby kicks; hard.
"Well hi to you too," I mutter, rubbing where she kicked. Hm, I think to myself. She's usually most active at night, wonder what she's doing up, I laugh aloud. Talking to yourself again Vanessa; never a good sign.
"Boo," Paul mimics me as he appears behind me with his hot lips at my ear.
"Hey you," I shiver as his hot breath tickles my neck.
"What's up?" he asks, hands going to my whale sized stomach.
"She's active," I chuckle.
"Mm," he agrees as she kicks again on the exact spot his right hand is.
"She likes you or something," I tease, knowing that she really does.
"How are you so sure that it's a girl? What if it's a boy?" he questions me.
"I like to call it a mothers' intuition," I chuckle. I feel the laughter roll through his body and scowl. "You'll se when I'm right, then we'll see whose laughing," I tell him.
He shakes his head and chuckles as Emily alls out, "Food!" from the kitchen.
Paul sprints into the kitchen to try and beat the others as Renesmee comes in through the front door and stands next to me.
"Vanessa," Renesmee whispers in a nervous sounding undertone. I look at her, worry interlacing my features. "My water just broke on my way in here," she whispers. "And my contractions are about four minutes apart."
"Holy shit, Renesmee!" I exclaim. "Sorry, but we have to get to Carlisle." I tell her in a quieter voice.
"Whose going to see Carlisle?" Brady enters the room with Jacob just behind him.
"Um…Jake…my water just kinda broke," she mumbles. "While I was coming inside," she looks nervously at him.
He stands there, stunned for a moment before handing his plate of food to Brady and rushing to her side. "Come on, then! Let's go to Carlisle's!" he grabs her up and helps her into the rabbit.
They boys shove all their food into their mouths at record speed before all sprinting outside to turn wolf and get there.
"Hey, Vanessa," Collin walks back in. "Paul asked me to drive you girls over to the Cullens."
"Its fine," I smile. "Go with the guys, I'll drive," I smile as he grins and takes off.
"Come on, chicas," I say as I waddle out to my truck with Mel, Claire, Emily, and Kim in tow.
xAt the Cullensx
Twenty minutes later we're pulling into the Cullens mile long driveway to be met at the top by a waiting Paul, Jared, Quil, and Sam.
"Why didn't you let Collin drive?" Paul asks as soon as we step out.
"I could tell he really wanted to run and what kind of person would I be to deny the pup?" I raise my eyebrows.
"Hey," Collin protests. "I'm not that young," he grumbles.
"It's alright, Collin, we love you anyways." I smile as he scoops me up into a hug and buries his face in the crook of my neck.
"Cute man, but I'd back off before Paul eats you," Brady snorts. Collin releases me and his warm arms are replaced by Pauls.
I jump as Renesmee's scream rips through the house "JACOB BLACK I'M GOING TO KILL YOU IF THIS DOESN'T KILL ME FIRST!"
Paul rubs soothing circles on my lower back as I wince from the baby kicking hard.
"Ugh, I wish she'd stop using me as her punching bag. We know whose temper she'll have," I mutter, wincing again.
"VANESSA!" she screams, scaring the baby once again, along with myself. I start quickly for the stairs and go up them as fast as my belly will let me, Paul hot on my tail.
"Paul, stay out here," I whisper once we reach the door. "I'll be fine, Jake will protect me," I tell him, knowing that it won't end up necessary as I give him a quick kiss and slip through the door as quickly as possible and head to Renesmee's side.
"Finally," she gasps as she takes my hand in hers in an insanely tight vice like grip. I wince once before brushing it off and deciding to just suck it up.
"Alright, Renesmee, you're going to have to push again. We need to get your baby out before any complications have the chance to occur," he tells her.
She scrunches her face and grunts, pushing once more. She holds on to me extremely tightly for about thirty seconds before gasping and regaining her breath.
"Good job Renesmee, we're almost there. Just one or two more pushes now and it'll be out; I can see the head now," Carlisle tells her.
She nods determinedly as Carlisle counts to three and tells her to push once more.
Renesmee gives a long, hard push before gasping for air once more. "Jake…"she whimpers. "I…I can't…can't do it…anymore."
"It's alright babe, you're so close, and just one more push and our baby will be here. C'mon Nessie, you can do it, I know you can." Jake encourages her.
"But it hurts…" she whimpers. "So bad."
"I know babe, I know," he whispers before kissing her on the mouth. "Just one more and it'll be all gone, I promise, come on," he whispers as I squeeze her hand reassuringly.
She nods determinedly as Carlisle counts to three once more. She pushes – what I think is the hardest one since I've been up here – for about fifteen seconds before a small babies crying screams fill the room.
I feel her hand relax in mine and look down at her to see her crying, Jakes arms wrapped around her as Carlisle busies himself with the new baby.
"Congratulations Renesmee, you and Jake are now the proud parents of a gorgeous, healthy baby boy," Carlisle's voice breaks our silence.
Renesmee smiles so brightly I was tempted to tell her that her face would get stuck like that, but refrained.
"I'm so proud of you," I whisper to her as Carlisle hands her their new baby.
"Jake," she looks to him. He looks back at her expectantly. "Since we have our own family now, and you're supposed to be alpha, can we live in La Push?"
"I…I…you want to?" he gasps. She nods.
"It's your homeland, you're supposed to protect it, how can you do that if you don't live there?' she asks.
"As long as that's what you want," he grins and kisses her happily. "What should we name him?"
"Riley Jacob," she says immediately.
xJake POVx
"Riley Jacob," she responds as soon as my question leaves my mouth.
"Really?" I ask.
"Of course," she smiles. "He's your son too," she reminds me. I kiss her passionately, not saying anything as I notice Vanessa leave the room quietly with Carlisle.
I pull back as Riley begins to fuss. "He's hungry," Renesmee says as he sucks hungrily at her finger. She wordlessly pulls her finger from him and he begins to cry as she pulls her shits aside and pulls him to her chest, deciding to feed him naturally.
I sit behind her and pull the two of them gently back so she can settle between my legs while she feeds our son.
xTwo weeks laterxPaul POVx
I hear the bathroom door open and Vanessa stumbles in. I watch as she reaches her hand in and shuts off the wonderfully warm flow of water from the shower head.
"Ugh, Paul…" she pauses and I hear the pain in her silence. "My water…" she pants. "Just broke," she gasps. "And I've been getting contractions for the past six hours," she mumbles as I step out and dry off my legs with the towel before sliding into my boxers and cutoffs.
"Come on," I grasp her hand. "Let's get to Carlisle's then," I tell her. I don't know how Jake refrained from the happy dance, because I sure as hell was doing one on the inside. "Why didn't you tell me you were getting contractions earlier?" I ask.
"I didn't realize that they were actual contractions until a little bit ago," she clutches at her stomach, waiting for the contraction to pass.
"Alright, just hold on a little longer and we'll be there," I take hold on one of her hands as we near closer to the Cullens.
"We're here," I tell her two minutes later as she grunts, another contraction hitting her.
"They're getting closer and closer," she mutters as I lift her from the truck and carry her inside.
"He's already upstairs and ready," Rosalie says as soon as we enter the house. I nod gratefully and carry her up the stairs.
xVanessa POVx
Eleven hours. That's how long it's been since my water broke; that's how long I've been getting contractions. That's how long it's been that I'm NOT dialated enough to push this damn baby out of my vagina.
"Paul Meraz, I'm going to kill you," I hiss as another contraction hits, only one minute away from the last one.
"I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry," he mutters as I grip his hand in the death lock.
"Jeez babe," he grunts as another contraction hits and I grip tighter.
"Sorry," I whimper, releasing his hand and doubling over.
"I don't mind," he murmurs, taking my hand in his own once more.
"Alright Vanessa, just a little bit longer now, you're a little over nine centimeters dialated," Carlisle announces as Renesmee walks in and shuts the door in Jake's face.
"Jake can come in if you want," I whisper as she shakes her head.
"Just you for me, just me for you," she says simply.
I nod and squeeze Pauls hand with yet another contraction. "Riley's birth was quick, this sucks," I grunt towards her.
"Riley is small for his age," she wavers as she comes and puts a hand on my shoulder. I nod in understanding; she is right after all.
"Still," I pant for breath. "You had it quick…and easy, you dialated way faster."
"True that I did," she agrees as Carlisle comes back into the room wordlessly and I lock my hand tightly around Pauls with yet another contraction as Carlisle checks me down there.
"Alright, Vanessa, you're ten centimeters dialated now, you're going to need to push with your next contraction, oohk?" he says, looking to my face.
"Ugh, this is gonna fucking hurt," I say as my grip somehow tightens in his hand and begin to push, just like Carlisle told me. I count to twenty before stopping and breathing deeply.
"Be ready for the next one," Carlisle warns as it suddenly hits and I push for another twenty seconds.
xTwo hours laterx
"Alright Vanessa, I can see the head now, just two more and you're first child will be born," he announces.
"Finally," I grunt, waiting for –hopefully– my last contraction to hit.
I grip both Paul and Renesmee's hands as hard as I can and push, trying to push a melon out of a small place.
"Alright, Vanessa, one more," Carlisle says evenly as I nod tightly. This hurt, so god damn fucking bad, and I swear, Paul will never touch me again if he says that it'll be oohk, one more time.
"Come on babe, just once more, you're doing gr-" Paul starts to say before I cut him off, my voice quiet but deadly.
"If you tell me that I'm doing great one more time, I swear to every god out there, that you will not touch me, ever again after this baby is out of me," I threaten.
"Oohk, I'm sorry," he surrenders easily as another contraction hits; I push once more, only able to count to fourteen before an infant's cries fill the room. I let out the huge gust of air that I'd been holding and collapse back against the pillow behind me.
"I'm so proud of you," Nessie whispers as she kisses my forehead before slipping out of the room to see Jacob.
"Babe," Paul's voice appears at my ear. "Babe, we got a little boy," he sounds thrilled.
"That's…that's great babe," I mutter, my eyelids drooping.
"What should we name him?" he asks, close to my ear.
"Hm…when I wake up," I protest as I quickly fall into a sound sleep.
xPaul POVx
A baby boy, my mind is racing at all the possibilities. Football, girls, fishing… my mind trails excitedly. Or wolf, my wolf suddenly pipes up.
No, I snarl at him. My son will not be subjected to this life too, I growl at him.
He merely grunts and disappears again as I return my attention to my sleeping wife and son.
A few minutes later, our son begins to cry shrilly. Out of no-where, I place my finger near his mouth and watch as he captures it hungrily. I knew that we had decided to feed him naturally, so I grudgingly wake Vanessa.
"Hey babe," I shake her lightly. "Vanessa," I whisper sweetly into her ear as she starts awake. She looks at me, wide eyed for a moment before her eyes land on our baby, sucking my finger in my arms.
She wordlessly takes him from me and pulls her shirt off to the side, giving him free access to her breast for food.
He latches on hungrily and begins sucking away before she looks up at me. "We need a name," she says simply. "I was thinking Alex," she murmurs. "Well, Alexander, Alex for short." She corrects herself.
"Really?" I ask, surprised that she'd want to use my middle name for our first son.
"Of course," she smiles softly.
"How about…" I pause to think for a moment. "Alexander Glen," I decide.
"Alex Glen Meraz," she thinks on it. "IT fits," she smiles before grabbing me by the neck and pulling my face down to meet hers.
"I love you," I whisper.
"Love you more," she breathes before attacking my lips with her own.
A light knock on the door pulls us back to reality as we straighten up. I reposition myself so that I'm sitting beside her on the bed, one arm around her waist so that my hand is resting on her lower back and drape a part of the blanket over her shoulder, concealing Alex and her bare breast as the door opens and her father walks in.
"Dad!" she exclaims. "It's…" she looks at her cell a few feet away from her. "A little past midnight, you should be sleeping," she tells him sternly.
"I wanted to see my grandson," he mutters defiantly, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, he's eating," she raises her eyebrows, waiting for his responds.
"When he's done," he compromises easily.
"Alright, alright," she surrenders, laughing as he comes and sits on the bed.
"What'd you name him?" her father asks suddenly.
"Alexander Glen Meraz," she says proudly.
"Merci, ma fille," (thank you my girl) he says in French, smiling.
"Bien sûr," (of course) she tells him. "Je t'aime."
"I love you too," he says in plain English as Alex begins to fuss, signaling that he's finally done eating.
"Jesus," she mumbles as she recovers herself and pulls the sheet down. "This kid is going to eat so little, so many times per day, it's going to drive me crazy," she mutters darkly as she hands our son to my future father-in-law.
"I have to say, I've missed being around babies, can't say I have since you were born." he tells her, smiling brightly while rocking our son back and forth.
"Hm," she nods.
"You did a good job kind, I'm proud of you; although I do with you'd waited, at least it's with someone who loves you," he tells her. I nod once in agreement, silently thanking him for his approval once more.