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Chapter 9

That's when things started going back to normal again. People seemed happy with me and my decision. They were supporting me again and acting like my family. I still couldn't believe how blind I was. The thought of killing my own child was ludicrous; heck, killing Jacob's child was ludicrous.

Days passed all too quickly and I started getting bigger and bigger. Earlier, Carlisle did another ultrasound. I had the chance to know everything about my baby; its gender and exactly what it was, but I chose not to. I wanted it to be a full surprise. All I knew was my germination period was going to be five months total and I would go through a regular birth. Since I was already three months along, I was getting pretty round. Very round, actually. Jacob and the rest of my family were the only ones who knew the gender of my child and what it was. I was excited beyond all recognition.

The only problem about not knowing what gender the baby is, is that I couldn't buy anything for it. The nursery, its clothes, its toys, everything had to be bought by my mother, Alice, Rosalie, and Esme. Mom knew what I wanted if it was either a boy or girl, so I should've been happy with the final outcome.

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One day, I was sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV, when Mom, Dad, Alice, Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper walked through the front door with huge boxes full of the baby's things, I supposed. They smiled playfully as they strode right by me into the room that was to be occupied in only two more months. Obviously they were beginning to set everything in place for the big day. I grinned and stroked my huge stomach.

This baby is going to be a big one, I guess, I thought, responding to the size of my swollen body. I was so big that Carlisle put me on bed rest with two months to go. I already couldn't stand still for five minutes, so laying around all day long was quite a challenge. I was almost upset when Jacob came and gently cuddled next to me on the sofa. Instantaneously, I was content again.

"Hello, Mrs. Black. How are you today?" He asked gingerly and played with my long hair.

"I'm okay," I admitted, "I'm just extremely bored and immobile."

"Aw, I'm sorry, honey. Would you like for me to stay with you? You know, keep you company?" Of course I did. Silly question.

"That would be nice," I answered with a peck on his lips. He held my hand, and he took the remote away and focused on the television.

"Oh I wish you could see the nursery. Its adorable," He explained as he kept changing the channel.

"I wish I could too, but I want to get the full surprise and experience on that big day," I responded. I could hardly contain my excitement.

"Renesmee," He began, "what do you want the baby to be? Boy or girl?"

I hadn't really thought about that. It didn't really matter to me, just as long as it was healthy and here. So I gave him my honest answer. "I don't know. It doesn't really matter to me just as long as its healthy and here."

He nodded once with the same expression and stared at the TV. I turned to the screen as well until I was interrupted by a low gurgle coming from my stomach. I was hungry.

Both Jacob and myself looked at my abdomen and then at each other. He jumped up quickly and said, "Don't move! I'll get whatever you want. What are you hungry for?" He was already in the kitchen as he said his last sentence. He didn't have to worry too much because I don't think I could move anyways.

"A turkey sandwich with pickles and yogurt to the side!" I called into the other room. I settled myself back into the couch and patiently waited for my food to come.

Jacob walked my back into the room carrying my food on a small plate. "Nessie? Yogurt on the side? Really? I don't think I can get used to these cravings…" His voice trailed off as he took his original seat next to me. He held my hand and I munched my food with the other. We watched the TV as I ate.

I was almost finished with the sandwich when it started kicking up a storm. Really, for a baby it sure had some power behind it. I stopped chewing and placed my hand on my belly. It tickled too much to eat.

"What's wrong?" Jacob asked, concerned and immediately facing me, glancing down at my hand on my stomach.

"Nothing!" I assured him. "Its just kicking again. A lot this time. See here." I took his hand and put it where the most kicks were coming from. He stared at it for a while, motionless and his face firm with awe. He saw it too; He knew it was real too.

"Oh wow-" his voice broke off. He cleared his throat and said, "I don't see how you sleep."

I laughed. "I don't, usually. Don't you see it now, though?"

"See what, sweetie?" he asked, puzzled.

"That it's real. That's a real, erm, well, living thing in there. Not just a living thing, either. Its our living thing," I explained. I could see the tears welling in his eyes.

"I do see," he mumbled, trying to contain himself.

"So you understand that someone will be calling you Daddy in just a short time? Has that really sunk in yet?" I inquired.

He cleared his throat once more to ready his voice. "I do now. And now that I do see it, I'm just as excited as you are." I rubbed the top of his hands and smiled.

Then he gestured to my stomach, "Anytime you're ready, we're ready, okay?" I giggled and kissed Jacob softly on the lips. He was going to be a wonderful dad.

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