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Chapter 12: Alex Lovell Black

Renesmee's POV

Several weeks have passed since Alex was born. Several long, tiring, exhausting weeks. I swear: He cries at dawn, he cries at dusk. He cries here, he cries there. He cries anywhere and everywhere at any time and every time. It's insane. I hoped I wasn't such an annoyance to my parents when I was little.

But he wasn't an annoyance - it just got tiring dealing with it. I loved him very much, and Jake did too.

Among the rest of the family, Jasper had taken to the small child the quickest. They played day in and day out. Whenever Jake and I were too tired to deal with him, Jasper would always help out.

One time when Jasper wasn't here, Rosalie had tried to play with him. He didn't seem to like her, sticking out his tongue and refusing to be held in her arms. It was odd, but it was dealt with whenever it arose.

And now was one of those times. The dreaded time that Rosalie tried to convince him that she's, er … nice.

Alex started fussing the moment Rosalie picked him out of his crib. I could hear it through the several floors that separated us. Damn it, I thought. He just got to sleep a bit ago, too...

As Rosalie brought the child downstairs and to the fireplace, trying to warm him up, I guessed, I noticed that he had possibly grown even more since I'd seen him a few hours ago. This didn't seem possible to me - but it was the truth. Alex was quickly morphing into what appeared to be a three year old child.

Let me stress the several weeks and tell you that it was actually less than a month. That's really all I knew - I couldn't seem to keep track of the calendar date. Carlisle could, though, and pegged that Alex would easily reach full adulthood by the time he was three or four.

Although this scared me, I knew that there was nothing I could do to stop it. The main thing that frightened me was that he wouldn't have time to love me - a common concern, Bella had told me. I had promptly reminded her that I loved her a lot, bringing a smile to her lips.

My poor little wolf was still fussing. "Rosalie, let me take him," Jake said, standing up to take our child.

"I just want him to love me!" she cried out exasperatedly.

"You're not his mother," I reminded her. "I am."

Rosalie refused to listen to my repeated rant. She was quickly starting to remind me of the mother animals whose children had died. She wouldn't leave him alone - just like that. It was sad, really. But there wasn't anything we could do. Rose couldn't have a child, and whenever the question of adoption arose, Emmett would be completely noncommittal.

However, Amanda was due any day now, heavily pregnant with the little rascal that Emmett had prematurely named Bob. How Emmett-like, I know. I, too, had mentally rolled my eyes when I heard of this.

I grasped Alex in my arms now, looking down lovingly at the little creature who wore a smile on his chubby face. At first only drinking milk, he had gotten an extreme thirst for blood in the last week. I discovered this when he promptly chomped down on my nipple one day. Now that had hurt.

"M-mom-momma," he said, struggling with the word on his tongue.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"I wanna see Jasper."

Now I really hate to admit it... But "Jasper" was his first word. I suspect that he had plotted it, but Jasper denied any involvement in the progression of Alex's vocabulary when questioned by Jake. Carlisle said it was probably just because he seemed to love Jasper so much, but had no official reason for the odd first word. Alice, of course, thought it was just plain adorable.

"You can't right now. He's checking on-" I quickly bit my tongue to prevent myself from spilling the beans. Jasper was with Carlisle and Emmett, checking on Amanda. Rosalie couldn't know this... "Something."

"What?" Alex asked.

"Um..."

"The emo penguins, of course!" Jake cut in. He was standing behind the armchair I was sitting in, his breath lightly tickling the back of my neck.

Oh, Jake, I thought, having to suppress a laugh.

Alex looked up at his father with an odd look in his eyes, but didn't say anything else for a few moments. "When will he be … be..."

"Back?"

"Yeah, that." He sat up in my lap now, his little feet dangling over the edge of the leather rocker. God, he was growing up so, so fast.

"In a little bit," Jake answered for me again.

The boy pouted, sticking his lip out as far as it could go. He crossed his little arms over his chest in an attempt to mimic his other great-uncle, Emmett, when he was angry. "But he tells me he would play with me."

"That should be 'told', not 'tell', Alex," I said.

"Sorry."

"It's fine. Don't worry about it so much. You're still little."

Although not as much as I'd like...

"So?"

"Well, I'm sure that he'll be back soon enough..."

This seemed to placate Alex for a little while, and I looked up to see that Rosalie had silently slipped away. In her place, Edward was sitting. "Grandpa!" Alex scrambled out of my lap and into his. My smile tensed as he hugged him for several seconds.

"How are you doing?" Edward asked.

"Really good!"

My father smiled at the use of his words. "That's nice." In an undertone, so Alex couldn't hear, "I can't believe I'm a grandfather..."

"Why not?"

This startled Edward, who hadn't been expecting him to hear this.

"I think his hearing is better than mine," I admitted.

"Apparently! All I did was mouth the words..."

I cocked my head to the side, confused. "Really? Because I heard, too."

"What are you people talking about?" Jake asked as he moved to sit on the edge of the chair. "I didn't hear a thing."

"See!"

"Huh. Must be a half vampire thing," I muttered.

"What's that?" Alex asked.

"A half vampire?" Alex nodded. "That's what you and your mommy are," Edward explained. "Bella was a human when Renesmee was born."

"Oh..." He scrunched his little face up, trying to process this in his brain. "I think I get it."

"You have some werewolf blood, though. That's what your dad is." Edward pointed to Jacob. For once, he didn't have a look of disgust on his face. Instead, he almost seemed happy to state such. Maybe he was getting to the point where he accepted the fact that Jacob and I were together and had a child...

"So we're not quite sure what your powers will be like," Edward finished.

Alex was about to say something else, but before he could, a ringing commenced from Jake's pocket.

Jacob glanced down at the phone and back up at the room at large. "It's Emmett," he said.

A/N: So what'd you think? It's my first chapter in a while, and I want to draw you back into the story, so that's why it's short and ends abruptly. ;] Review, please! I'd love to hear your opinions. :D