Chapter 6

My eyes were wide and my mouth trembled. Shock, fear, and an odd feeling in my stomach hit me. I wasn't nauseated; My stomach was just doing nervous flip-flops. How could this be? I mean, I knew it could happen, but it just didn't fully understand, I guess. I, or we, never really thought about it. How could I make such a poor decision as of this? I was dizzy, again not from morning sickness, and my mom caught hold of my arm before I hit the floor. I sat down on the sink and held my head. Jacob's face still was curled in perplexity. He really hadn't understood yet? My mother understood because she was rubbing my hands to soothe me. Jacob's eyes were digging into mine for answers.

"I-I-I think I'm pregnant, Jacob," was my response. His was a tad different. At first he stared at me, then shifted his eyes to my mother. He rocked a little back and forth, and then his eyes floated back into his head. His body slowly began moving backwards. Jacob hit the floor with a thud, barely missing the edge of the sink.

"Mom!" I yelled. "Get him up!"

My mother quickly sat him up and ran her fingers under water from the sink. She flicked drops in his face to wake him. His eyes fluttered and began murmuring things. Finally he came around.

"Nessie? Is it true?" He didn't want to believe me. Heck, I didn't want to believe it either.

"I think, Jacob. Of course we aren't sure until Carlisle runs some tests." I shuddered after I spoke. The very idea of telling my family sent chills down my spine. I didn't even want to think about my father's reactions. Oh my…

"Renesmee, I put my shield around Jacob's mind so your father won't find out this way, but you do have to tell him," my mother explained. I dreaded this worse than telling him about our engagement. This would crush him. All at once his little girl grew up, got married, and now is having a little one for herself. I felt a twinge of guilt inside me. How could I do this to him? I began to cry.

My mother put her arms around me and said, "Shh…Renesmee…It will be alright. He won't hurt you. I promise."

"Mom, I don't care about him hurting me, I don't want to hurt him!" I blubbered. Mom looked puzzled at my words.

"Renesmee, I don't understand," she responded simply. I couldn't describe it to her orally so I showed her everything. I showed her my father and my self's conversation right before he walked me down the isle. I showed her my guilt inside and my thoughts from just a moment ago. When I finished I pulled my hands away. Mom winced a little and bit her lip. She didn't want to see him hurt either.

"Ah," she said, finally understanding. "Well Renesmee, he still has to know. I think you should tell him as soon as possible. After all, Carlisle needs to run some tests to make sure it is safe for you to have the baby."

I flinched at the word "baby." It was real now. I nodded my head and scooted off the sink. Jacob still hadn't said a word. He just quietly stood up and followed us out the door.

We were walking down the long corridor when I felt of my stomach. I couldn't really tell if there was anything. Right before we came into sight, I pulled my shirt back down.

Everyone was sitting casually in a circle in the came living room that I told them we were engaged. That twinge of guilt inside my stomach grew a little when I caught Dad's face. He had a sort of analyzed look. He was figuring out what was going on. Maybe he would figure it out for himself.

"Renesmee, is everything alright?" he asked all worried like.

Here I go. Probably the hardest thing I had ever had to do. I took in a deep breath and held it there for a second. Once I exhaled, I took a look at everyone's pondering faces. Emmett, who was usually a pain in the butt, look troubled. Alice and Rosalie looked the same. My caring grandparents were holding hands, as if they were bracing themselves. I twittered my fingers and cleared my throat in preparation. Oh jeez…

"Not really," I looked down at the floor. I couldn't do it, but I had to. "I don't want to say it, but I think you need to know…I'm pregnant I think."

Dad exploded. Worse than when I told him about the engagement. He stood up, huffed off, and punched Emmett's TV on the way. I felt like screaming, "I'm sorry!" but I couldn't spit it out. My focus shifted to the rest of the family. They were silent. Carlisle was the first to speak.

He stammered a little. "Erm, okay Nessie. I need to run some important tests on the fetus and you to make sure everything is going to rum smoothly. Follow me." He wouldn't look me in the face. He just showed me the way upstairs to his medical room.

This was the same room I was born in seven years ago. And now, it's the room I'll get my first ultrasound in. I felt like crying. Again. To top it all off, I ultimately have destroyed my father emotionally. I swallowed hard to fight the tears. Carlisle noticed my struggles.

"Nessie, are you alright?" Stupid question.

"No Carlisle. I don't want to talk about it." I turned my face away and just let my tears fall. I couldn't hold them back any longer. Carlisle took one of my hands and cradled it in both of his.

"Listen. Your father will get over it. Yes, he is hurt, but he is strong. Nessie, he loves you and only wants you to do what makes you happy. If this is it, then he will support you either way." Carlisle has always been this kind to me. He is like my second father. I smiled at his wise words and told him to continue with his tests. He nodded and carried on.

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