Seconds turned into minutes and the minutes somehow turned into weeks. Every morning I woke up relieved that both my babies were still alive, and every night I would dream about their deaths. We didn't know how long it would take for them to develop, because the ultrasound didn't work on them. Daddy couldn't hear their either, which had me worred, but mom told me that they couldn't hear me until a few days before I was born. I was much healthier than mom had been. My stomach stuck out at an odd angle which I knew wasn't normal, but when was anything about my existence ever normal? I was massive now, I couldn't even fit into Emmett's huge sweatshirts that I had become so accomadated too, but Alice had done wonders and got me loads of new clothes that fitted around my bulging bump.

I was relaxing on the couch with Rosalie, Dad and Jacob around me. Mom and Alice had gone shopping for baby presents and I had no idea where the rest of the family were. I was too tired to take notice. Being pregnant really wore you out. I had been drifting in and out of sleep all day, and I hadn't had anything to eat yet. Or drink, for that matter. It was a hard balance, because one of my children mostly craved blood like me, and the other craved food like Jacob. When I had food, both were satisfied,
but I could feel the intense burn coming from my baby which repulsed the other. I had no idea how to help. Thinking about it made me more aware of the thirst and it took over my body; I tried not to think of it that much. I let out a long, loud sigh.

At once everyone around me turned to look at me, fear filling their eyes. Rose had jumped up and put her hands on my shoulders. "It's okay. I'm fine. I'm just... really thirsty."

"Oh, do you want some blood? We have it ready." Rosalie asked. Jacob wrinkled his nose at the thought and dad pursed his lips.

"Yeah, thanks Rose." I waited as she brought back a cup of blood. Hunting was out of the question because I was so heavily pregnant, so everyone thought that handling the babies feeding needs the way mine were handled with my mom made sense. I inhaled the scent deeply and sighed. I hadn't had human blood since I was a baby, and drinking this wasn't killing anyone. Even the animals gained from it. I took a small sip then drank more deeply,the sticky liquid was cooling the intense burn coming from my throat. I was finished too soon. "Is there anymore?" Rose nodded and went off to get some, but dad stopped her.

"No, Renesmee. You can't go overboard with the blood. Jacob can barely stand watching you, so think of how the baby feels."

I slouched back in defeat. "Fine. Can I have some bacon?" Dad smiled and went into the kitchen, and I could hear the sizzling from the pan. Then dad came back into the room,
frowning.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He didn't answer, but just continued to walk out and left the room heading for the front door. He shut and a minute later he was back holding a letter. He gave it to me and sighed. "It's for you..." I looked at the writing which was written in gold caligraphy and looked really fancy.

He shook his head. "Nothing's wrong, but we're just about to get a letter delievered. Well, Renesmee is. I can hear the man marvelling at her name." As he said it, a thin letter dropped through the letterbox. Dad gave it to me and I noticed it was addressed to Renesmee Cullen, not Renesmee Black. It was written in gold pen and the writing looked perfect. I opened it and a golden page fell out.

My dear Renesmee,

I trust you are doing well in the six years that we last met. It has reached us that you are to marry. If my sources are correct, this must mean that you're aging has gone to plan. I would like to congradulate you on this marriage, and Caius and Marcus send their best.

We would like to arrange a meeting with you, if that were at all possible. You are obviously very unique and we would like to see what you have grown in to. You know, of course, that the option to join us is always open for someone like you.

Give my best to the family, espeically Alice, Edward and Bella,

Aro.

I looked up and everyone seemed to have read it faster than me. I frowned. "That's weird."

Dad shook his head. "Not weird, expected. The Volturi know you're getting older and now that you're basically an adult they want you. Think about it, you're rare and gifted and beautiful, everything they look for. I think it'd be best not to see them."

"Well, dad, I don't think I'm up to travelling to Italy anyway."

Everyone laughed, though Jake's was strained. I knew he feared that I'd be tempted into the Volturi. It's just what he was like, but he shouldn't have to worry. Noone had too, but the anxious faces of my family told me they did.

"So what about that bacon?" I grinned. It was sitting in front of me a minute later, and two minutes later it was gone. Jacob's phone rang and he muttered "Sam" and left the room. I heard him going outside, and watched dad frowning. "What's wrong?" I asked immediately worried.

Dad stroked my head. "Nothing, sweetie. Just thinking about the letter." I relaxed back on the chair, knowing he was overreacting as usual. I felt Rosalie wrap a blanket around me as I slowly drifted off to sleep, hazily listening to Jacob and Dad argue about something, with Rosalie throwing in a reaction every now and then.

"Nessie! Wake up!" Dad was shaking me. I sat up and choked on something; my own blood. He rubbed my back while I spat it out into a bowl Jake was holding. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I didn't realize that I was throwing up..."

"I know, but we noticed. You don't look so good. How do you feel?"

I shivered. Jacob automatically put his arm around me but his touch hurt, like walking in a fire. I flinched away. "Nessie?"

"It hurts, Jacob."

"What hurts?" His eyebrows pulled together.

"You." I muttered.

Jacob took his arm away and clasped them together. "Oh. Sorry." He looked me in the eye. I could see I'd hurt him.

"It's fine, Jacob." I didn't want to hurt him, but he had hurt me first. His arm really burned me. It was different than usual. "Can I go back to sleep now?"

Dad checked the time. "Can you not stay awake for another hour, then Carlisle will be home. He needs to take measurements of your stomach."

"I don't need measurements, and I don't want them. I want to sleep." I rested my head back on the pillow.

"Renesmee, sit up. You can't go to sleep for the night until Carlisle measures you." Dad used his formal voice, the one when he was trying to enforce something.

"Whatever."

"Renesmee, I know you're pregnant and moody, but that is no excuse for you to talk to me like that. I am your father."

"Really? I was under the impression you were my brother." I muttered sarcastically. I knew who he was, it was stupid to state it. I hated when he done that.

Dad's expression turned stony and I knew I was pushing him. Good. He took a deep breath. "Just sit there for one hour. That's all I'm asking. You don't have to do it for me, but do it for your children. Be responsible Renesmee." He walked away with that, and I knew he was giving me a choice. He was using my unborn babies as a way of getting me to do what he wanted. I couldn't see what the big deal was about sleeping, but I couldn't risk the babies. I gave in and pulled myself into an upright position. My temper had really increased lately. Being pregnant had it's disadvantages, but I knew it'd be worth everything when I had my children.

I flicked my way through the channels with annoying actors acting out everyday dramas that really weren't interesting. I didn't have to be Alice to know what was going to happen in them. It bored me. Finally Carlisle came through the door, along with Esme.

"Hello Nessie, how's my great- grandchildren doing?" Esme grinned.

"They're good." I smiled. My mood had improved drastically in the last fifteen minutes. She kissed my head and we went into Carlisle's study where he took out his usual equipment. Measuring tapes, needles, blood samples, thermometers and who know's what other things he used. He took a sample of my blood and poked around my stomach, pushing needles in every so often and extracting something.

"I'll get the results back tomorrow, then we'll know how long before they should be joining us. I'd estimate about a month." A month? That seemed ages away, compared to how quick mom had been pregnant with me. My pregnancy was obviosuly going to be a lot longer.

This time he had something new; an ultrasound machine. He hooked me up to it and I watched the screen as the cold monitor ran over my stomach. I shivered a little bit. It took ages, nearly half an hour, until Carlisle could get a picture. Even when he did, it was fuzzy and dark, but it was there.

"Jake! JACOB! Come here!" I shouted. He was beside me in a moment.

"What's wrong sweetie?"

I shook my head and bit my lip. Nothing was wrong. Everything was perfect, actually. Jacob followed my glance to the machine and stared at the image in front of him. The twins. Our twins. They were tiny and curled up, but they were there. They had arms and legs and fingernails and bodies, and they were ours. I started sobbing and Jacob pulled my head against his chest. "I love you." He said.

I kissed him quickly. I didn't need to say anything, the image of our unborn children said everything I needed to.