It's getting good… Still Jacob's P.O.V.

Chapter 11

I stared into the blackness of our room. I couldn't sleep if my life depended on it at this point. I was still in disbelief that tomorrow I was to be a dad. I shivered a little. Not enough to wake Renesmee, though. She needed enough sleep for what was in store for her tomorrow.

I imagined what my daughters would look like. Would they be fair- haired, light skinned beauties like their mother and grandmother? Or would they have a deep, russet complexion like me? Would they have black hair? Would they have auburn hair like their grandmother? Or maybe golden blonde like their mother. It didn't matter. I would love them either way.

I started to reflect on my memories of what seemed forever ago. I remembered the day when Renesmee first realized she was pregnant. I was so enveloped in shock that I didn't even know what was going on around me. Joy, confusion, and just shock washed through my body all at once. That day was on my top ten best days ever.

Then I remembered the day she decided to not have it. I was devastated, angry, and depressed with her decision. I shuddered from the memory and pushed it desperately away. I quickly pulled in the memory of how she decided to keep it. I half smiled at the thought.

I decided to focus my attention to my sleeping beauty right next to me. She was curled up to an extent to my side. She was hinting a smile with the ends of her lips curled up. I wondered what she was dreaming about. I thought I would find out for myself.

I carefully pulled her hand to my face, and I saw her dream playing in my head like a movie. There was the Cullen house. I caught images of Renesmee sitting in the porch swing, holding two gorgeous children. She was playing dolls with them like a typical mother would. I walked into the picture with flowers in my hands. I presented them to my wife and my children smothered me with hugs. I couldn't really tell what the two small girls looked like. But I was sure that this was the storybook life that Nessie had planned for us. I had to say, I liked it.

Once I was finished, I laid her hand back to its original position. I began to feel drowsy from watching Renesmee sleep. Before I could object, I was out like a light.

"Jacob!" Renesmee exclaimed. She was upright in the bed holding her stomach and gasping. "Jacob, please wake up! I think I'm in labor!"

"Hmm?" I asked sleepily. I slowly rolled over to face her. Through squinted eyes I saw her panic stricken, yet anxious face.

"Jacob! I'm in labor! Help! Get Carlisle! Get me upstairs!" She was yelling now. It had registered finally, and I flipped out of the bed to help Nessie up. She yanked the covers off and winced as I aided her out of the bed. We hobbled out of our bedroom and into the main living room.

Nessie yelled, "Carlisle! Mom! Dad! Everybody! IT'S COMING!" She moaned in pain as I picked her up to go upstairs. In the blink of an eye, our entire family was at the top of the stairs waiting. Their faces were full of excitement and anticipation. We rushed through the hallway to the oh-so familiar medical room one last time. I cautiously set Renesmee on her hospital bed.

She was heaving breaths in and out, and she was twitching slightly in pain. Everybody kissed her forehead, wished her luck, and left the room. She tried her best to acknowledge them, but she did a poor job. Only Carlisle and I remained.

"Hey Nessie," he greeted very casually. "How are we doing?" She inhaled a deep breath and held it there for a second. She let out a loud moan.

"Well," she started. She blinked a few times in an effort to contain herself, "I-I have been better."

"These are the contractions I told you about," he explained. "They go away in a few minutes, but get closer and closer together as you dilate more."

Carlisle began hooking up machines to her. One measured her contractions, one was an IV that was specially made for her skin, one was a heart monitor, and there was more, but I didn't have a clue what they did. Meanwhile, Renesmee was gripping my hand with all her strength. Her face was twisted in agony. She must've been having one heck of a contraction.

It was difficult for me to watch her in pain. I would've gladly switched places if I could've. She cried and groaned more than I have ever seen her.

I watched her contraction machine measure her current contraction. She was bracing herself and was turning red in the face.

"Come on, Ness, only a few more seconds…" I coached her. Finally the contraction line went flat, and Nessie relaxed back into her pillow. She slowly turned her head to face me. She had weariness and the last remnants of pain shown in her eyes. I brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead.

"You're doing so good, sweetie," I told her sweetly.

"Oh Jacob," she quietly moaned. "I hurt so badly. Please make it stop." She sounded like a small child; helpless and defenseless to a point that guilt over takes you in a split second.

"I know, honey, but I can't. Believe me, I wish I could, but I can't. Just think about the beautiful end result," I felt so awful for her.

"OH!" She yelped. Another contraction. She squeezed my hand again. I saw sweat begin to bead at the top of her forehead and I dabbed it with a washcloth.

"Almost done…" I reassured her. Yet again, the machine went flat and she slumped back into her pillow. Just as she finished the contraction, Bella knocked lightly at the door and proceeded to walk in. I turned my neck to see her. She had a motherly expression to her that could make a hobo feel loved.

"Hey hun. How are you?" She asked pleasantly.

"In pain," Renesmee squeaked. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt so terrible that she had to go through all of this, and all I had to do was sit back watch it unfold. I shook my head and ran out of the room.

In the hallway, I could hear the anxious chatter of my distant family downstairs. I leaned my back against the wall and slid down to the floor. I hung my head and stared at the carpet. Why was this so hard? Just then Bella walked out of the door and gently closed it behind her. She gracefully sat down right next to me and wrapped her arms around me.

"You know, Jake, she needs you now more than ever. She's scared silly. I know you feel just awful, but that's normal. Edward did too when I was giving birth. Though my experience was a bit more violent, the principle is still the same. Please, Jake, go be with her. She wants you to. Comfort her, coach her, do anything to make it easier. Okay?" She was so smart sometimes she shocked me.

"Okay. Thank you, Bells," I answered. We hugged and I made my way for the medical room. When I entered, Carlisle was there, checking her to see how dilated she was. I looked at my poor wife who was barely here. Her face lightened a couple shades when she caught sight of me.

"Jacob!" She lightly exclaimed. It was probably meant to be louder, but she was just so darn tired.

"Hey Renesmee. I'm sorry for leaving like that. But I'm here now; Here to stay as long as you need me," I explained.

"Jacob, I'll need you through everything. I want you here," she said.

"Renesmee, I love you," I told her. I just wanted her to get through this.

"Jacob, I love you too. More than anything."

"Same here," I grinned wide and bent down to kiss her.

Carlisle, yet again, interrupted our moment. But I was more accepting this time. "Jacob, Nessie, it's time. Ready to push, Ness?" Carlisle readied himself and the beds for the twins to be put in once they were born.

I helped her set up and I placed a pillow behind her for comfort. Being Nessie and all, of course she noticed the two beds.

"Jacob, why are there two beds?" she asked curiously.

"Ness, here's your surprise. You're having twins." She stared at me with disbelief. Then she laughed a weak laugh and pulled my head down to kiss me.

"Alright, Nessie, on the count of three I want you to push as hard as you can. One…Two…Three!" Carlisle commanded.

Every ounce of strength Nessie had in her was used to push. She gripped my hands so tightly that it hurt. Her eyes were squinted shut, her mouth was pursed, and her nose was wrinkled.

"Good, Ness! Alright, breathe." Nessie huffed and puffed. She smiled at me when Carlisle continued. "Okay Nessie, same thing again. One…Two…Three!" And the pushing continued.

We continued this routine until Carlisle exclaimed, "One more, Ness!" Nessie used every bit of strength to get our first born here. I was intently watching and coaching Renesmee when the tiny cry of a baby broke my focus.

I turned my head to see the most beautiful creature, aside from Nessie, in Carlisle's arms. She was a little thing with a big mouth. She had light hair underneath the blood, and she was fair skinned like her mother. I began to cry. Carlisle handed her over to me without a word.

She immediately stopped crying when she was in my arms. She opened her eyes to reveal her chocolate brown eyes. She was gorgeous. And she was mine. That was my child. Carlisle had to take her soon after my epiphany to clean her and make sure everything is okay.

"Um, Carlisle! The other one is coming! Now!" Nessie exclaimed. I rushed to her side and held her hand once more. Carlisle did his countdown for her push. At three, Nessie gave a strong final push to get our other daughter. This time, there was no crying. I had to look for myself to make sure there was a baby there. Sure enough, there she was.

My other daughter was equally gorgeous. She was dark-haired, russet-colored skin, and tiny. She looked so much like me it was scary. Her eyes were a liquid topaz, just like her grandfather's. What a beautiful, beautiful baby.

I handed her over to Carlisle for her to be cleaned. I looked back to my wife who was drenched in relief.

"You did wonderful, Mrs. Black," I complimented.

"Thank you," she replied sleepily.

"You can sleep now, if you want, honey. You must be exhausted," I offered.

"No!" she exclaimed. "I have waited too long to go to sleep and not see my babies. What are they Jacob?"

I smiled. "They're beautiful baby girls."

She smiled wide. "I have the perfect names."

"Good!" Carlisle called. "Because they're ready for a name!"

Carlisle gave Renesmee her two stunning daughters, one in each arm. I stood right beside her bed, waiting patiently. Renesmee started to cry, and she kissed both of them on the forehead. They were sleeping like little angels. She focused her attention to the dark-haired child.

"You, my precious, will be named Rachel Marie Black," she announced.

"Why Rachel Marie, Nessie?" I pondered.

"Well, Rachel came from your sister and Marie is after my mother," she replied. I smiled. She focused her attention to the fair-haired child.

"And you, you will be named Allysen Rose," she announced. I looked to Nessie for an explanation.

"Well, Allysen sounds like Alice, so that's where the first name came from, and Rose comes from Rosalie, of course," she explained.

"Rachel Marie and Allysen Rose. I love it," I added.

"I thought you might," Renesmee said with a smile. She was beaming at our daughters. I was too.

Suddenly, our entire family poured through the door. They were so excited to see the newest additions to the family. They crowded around Renesmee and Rachel and Allysen. I took a step back and tried to take it all in. I now have a family. I have a perfect wife, two picturesque daughters, and a wonderful distant family. I honestly don't think life could get any better.

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And, no, this isn't the end to the story. There's still more to come!

Signed and sealed,

-softballlover21