Hey Guys. Sorry I haven't updated in like two weeks, but I was gone on vacation. J

Here is my next chapter. I think you all will enjoy it.

Chapter 8

I flopped out of bed and scrambled for the bathroom. The morning sickness was in full swing. I barely made it to the restroom when I got sick. Again. Jacob wasn't there to hold my hair this time. He had refused to sleep in the same bed as me. I stood there over the toilet for a few moments when I was done. I groaned to myself. I was sick of this and it had only been two days.

I leaned on the wall and slid down to the floor. I whimpered a little and felt the tears trickle down my face.

"You've ruined everything," I scolded my stomach. "I'm sick all the time, I cant think because of my hormones, and my family is falling apart in front of me. And people wonder why I'm doing this."

Enveloped in anger, sadness, and confusion, I slumped over and fell asleep right there on the bathroom floor.

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A week had passed before Carlisle could follow through with the procedure. He told me that he had to order the right supplies and such before doing it. In the meantime my family had exiled me. My father was the only one who still seemed to love me at all. Still, he even seemed a tad depressed. I couldn't understand why people questioned my judgment. They always told me to do what I thought was right and what I wanted to do, but now it seemed to change. I felt like I had no support behind me. Jacob had barely spoken to me the entire week. My heart was close to its breaking point.

Finally, Carlisle told me that he could do it that day. I had anticipated this for a week and a half now. Soon, all these problems would go away and I could be with my happy family again. Once it was gone. I knew that this was exactly what I wanted.

I trailed behind Carlisle on our way to the medical room. We passed all my relatives. I winced at their expressions towards me. Alice had her tiny face glared at me, Rosalie gave her meanest look attainable, Jasper and Emmett still looked confused, and Esme nearly cried as I walked by. Really, I didn't understand. There would be another child; just not now!

Jacob and my mother's face were by far the worst. Their eyes dug into mine with loathing and disappointment that I couldn't look at them for more than a few seconds. They hated me. All of them.

I pulled in a deep breath of air as I once again entered the cold, stiff medical room. This was it. I began to feel the nervous chills bubble in my stomach.

I climbed onto the examination table and laid on my back. Through my shirt, I could see the bump along my stomach that was beginning to become more and more prudent every day. I poked it gently here and there and then rested my head. I shut my eyes and waited for Carlisle to get everything ready.

I heard him move towards me and set his tools down on a metal pan. He pilfered and shuffled them to get them ready. He picked one, obviously the right one to start with and settled himself. I listened as his tools clinked and slid across the metal pan. Carlisle rolled his chair a little down next to my abdomen. I braced myself for what was to come.

I assumed Carlisle was making the final preparations when I felt an odd sensation in my stomach. It was sort of a push, maybe a tickle. I don't really know, but it startled me. My eyes popped open with curiosity. Had Carlisle already started?

"Carlisle!" I exclaimed.

His eyes shot towards me away from his work table. No, he hadn't began. Then what was it?

"Yes?" he inquired.

'I paused, still thinking. I looked around the room. "Um, something's wrong, I think."

He moved a little closer to me, more concerned. "What?"

"I don't know. Something tickled me from inside," I stared at my belly. Carlisle walked over to my table and pulled my shirt up just enough to see my bump. He poked and prodded, and then he chuckled quietly.

"Nessie, nothing is wrong with you. On the contrary, things are going quite well. The tickle was your baby kicking. That means it's growing." He smiled warmly at me.

I felt weird. Not sick, but kind of proud. I was almost happy my baby was doing fine. Then it hit me. A tide of guilt swept all my emotions to the point of tears welling in my eyes. How could I be so cruel? To kill my own child? A living human (well, we'll come back to that) being that just wants to grow and live. And my selfish wants were about to take it all away. I understood why everyone was making this such a big deal and hated me. I hated myself for even considering it. I had made an unplanned u-turn in my decision.

"Thank you Carlisle for offering you help, but I wont be needing your assistance today. I've changed my mind." I grinned widely at him and he followed suit.

"Well, Nessie, that's quite alright with me. I suppose you will be telling the others?"

I didn't even answer. I ran so quickly out the door that I had to remind myself to be careful. Oh I was so excited to tell everyone! They would be thrilled!

As quickly as possible, I trotted down the stairs. I had decided to tell Mom and Jacob last. Their expressions would be priceless. So, Alice and Rosalie would come first. I could hear them in the kitchen chatting about fashions and what not. Typical behavior for the both of them. I turned the corner that lead into the kitchen. Alice and Rosalie looked up simultaneously as I entered the bright kitchen. I noticed the pile of fashion magazines scattered out in front of them. I knew it.

Even though their stares burned through me, I kept the same gleeful expression the entire time. "Guys, I have something to tell you." My gaze switched back and forth between the two of them like I had a secret.

"What? You killed some puppies, too?" Rosalie retorted.

"No," I answered, trying desperately to keep my happy face. Rosalie really annoyed me sometimes with her unnecessary sarcasm. I cleared my throat and slightly raised my chin. "I decided to keep my baby."

Their faces were magnificent. They were a brilliant mixture of happiness, shock, and confusion. Before they could even get a word out, my father ran through the house like a mad man towards the kitchen. He obviously listened in on our conversation. His face mimicked theirs. Soon after, Mom and Jacob trailed slowly behind, still confused about what all the ruckus was about. Mom was the first to speak.

"Care to explain why everyone is all riled up, Renesmee?" She looked at everyone's quiet, yet still humorous expression.

I beamed at Jacob and said louder than the first time, "I'm having the baby!"

From then, I couldn't tell what everyone's faces looked like because I was smothered in Jacob's warm embrace. He held me as tight as feasible without harming me or the baby. He pushed me away just enough to see my face and kiss me compassionately. When we finally stopped he gazed deep into my eyes and whispered a relieved thank you.

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