A/N: Seriously, y'all are so incredibly awesome! As promised, I'm updating with a third (and yes, eventually more) chapter since I got over the 20 reviews! They really inspired me to continue with this story even though I said I wasn't. Oh and check out my other Twilight fic if you get the chance. Thank you so much again.

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I rushed after Nessie and found her bent over the toilet holding back her hair while she threw up her last meal which, unfortunately for me, was a good eight ounces of deer blood. Fighting not to add my contribution of pastrami on rye, I gently took her hair from her grasp and stroked her back as comfortingly as I could. She threw up once more and finally stopped, panting, and with a shaky hand reached up to flush.

Delicately wiping the corner of her mouth, Ness looked up at me with an apologetic glance. "I'm so sorry, Jake. I – that's never happened before."

"Don't apologize, it's ok," I shushed her. I scooped her into my arms and sat her on the marble countertop. Opening the medicine cabinet, I pulled out a brand new toothbrush and uncapped a tube of toothpaste, squeezing an appropriate amount on the brush before handing it to her. She took it gratefully and scrubbed her mouth vigorously. I just watched her, eyes rimmed red and her skin more pale than normal, her usual flush gone.

Nessie leaned over and spit in the sink, and I handed her a little cup of Listerine to rinse with. When she was completely cleaned up, I moved to stand between her legs, wrapping my arms around her waist, and she leaned her forehead on my collarbone, fingers fiddling with the hem of my shirt.

"What does this mean, Jake?" she asked. I could sense the worry in her voice, the distress, the need to know. "Is this just another first for me? Am I just sick with the flu or something? Or what if I am… pregnant?"

I forgot how to breathe for a moment. Either one was a possibility. "I don't know, Ness," was the only answer I could give her. I thought about what would happen if she was pregnant. I would have to get a full time job. It would make going to college difficult. Even though I knew Carlisle and the rest of the Cullens would be more than happy to pay for everything, I still wanted to be the provider for my family.

But I couldn't leave Forks for good. I had to stay close to the reservation and the pack. Which complicated things, since there wasn't much employment/educational opportunity in this tiny town. We would have to figure some things out, for sure.

Our eyes met and I traced her bottom lip with my thumb, and she kissed the pad of it gently. I replaced my thumb with my lips, brushing hers softly, comfortingly, as we contemplated. Pulling back slightly, I whispered, "You know, there's only one way to find out…"

Nessie took a shaky breath and looked me dead in the eye. "I'm scared Jake."

The last time she had uttered words even similar to those had been the first time I took her cliff diving, when she was about fifteen in appearances. The memory flashed before my eyes like it was yesterday, and even in the present circumstances I felt the corners of my mouth tilt up slightly.

"Jake, are you completely, absolutely, one-hundred percent sure about this?" she asked warily.

We were about ten feet from the edge of the highest jumping cliff in La Push when she stopped, our outstretched arms connected by our held hands, snow white against light russet, small in large. I smiled and squeezed her hand. "Completely, absolutely, one-hundred percent," I assured, tugging her closer to the drop-off.

I could hear her breathing pick up slightly, her milky chest rising and falling a bit more rapidly. I was somewhat surprised to see her reacting so cautiously to the prospect of cliff-jumping, as she was rarely reserved when it came to adventurous, adrenaline-rushing activities. I flashed another reassuring smile and scooped her up in my arms without warning, carrying her further to the drop, her warm bikini-clad body pressed against my bare chest.

Ness squealed and slapped my ass playfully. "If there weren't the possibility that you would trip and toss me to my death over this cliff you would so be pantsed right now!" she warned, snapping the elastic band of my basketball shorts against my skin. I laughed as she pretended to pout in my strong arms, crossing her own thin limbs over her chest and jutting her lower lip out.

We reached the jumping place and I watched her glance down at the crashing waves, goose bumps suddenly erupting across the arms that were now clinging around my neck. Her head snapped up to look me in the eyes and I saw the fear amidst the chocolate swirls. With my hands preoccupied, I nuzzled her cheek with my nose. "Everything will be fine, Nessie. Would I ever do anything that would come close to harming you?" She averted her eyes to my chest as the silent answer passed between us. "Why are you so nervous about this, anyways?"

She sighed and placed her palm above my heart. "It's stupid, really," she muttered, leaning her head on my shoulder.

I sat down on the cold rock and continued to hold her in our friendly embrace, wrapping my arms more fully around her waist now and resting my head on top of hers. "Whatever it is, I'm positive it's not stupid. Just tell me, Ness."

My imprint kept her hand over my heart for a moment before sliding it to my neck, and I saw a human Bella jumping over a similar cliff, and me dragging her, apparently lifeless, body out of the ocean. I shut my eyes and unwillingly reminisced the actual memory. Nessie's voice drew me out of my remembrance.

"See, stupid. I know my mom was human when that happened, and I'm virtually indestructible, but I just… can't shake the picture."

"I won't let that happen, Ness," I promised, squeezing her to me in a hug. "You don't have to do this if you don't want, sweetheart. I'm sorry I pressured you in the first place," I added when we had pulled away slightly.

She glanced back at what she could see of the open water and shook her head. "No. I want to do this. I need to do this." She looked back up at me. "Don't let go, Jake."

"I won't." There was no way in hell I would.

Standing back up, I cradled her against me and finally walked to the very edge of the cliff. She had one hand on my chest and the other curled into the hair at the nape of my neck. I felt that hand grip the roots even harder as she saw just how immense the drop was. "Still want to do this?"

She smiled up at me. "I'm scared Jake. But I'm no coward." She looked back down. "Go on three."

I grinned and nodded. Taking a few steps back, we looked at each other.

"One…"

"Two…"

"Three!"

I ran. She gripped. We laughed. We flew.

"Wait here," she whispered, jumping off the counter and was up the stairs in the blink of an eye. She came back down not a minute later donning a pair of jeans and flip flops, a pair of keys in her hand.

We traipsed to the garage and she hopped into the driver's seat of perhaps the most inconspicuous car in the Cullens' possession, Alice's black Mini Cooper. I was assuming for anonymity's sake, that we were headed for Port Angeles, where hopefully we would be under the disguise of a few thousand more people. My suspicions were confirmed when she turned left rather than right onto the main road.

Never one for silence in the car, Nessie reached for the radio and barked a humorless jingle of laughter as "I Wanna Go" filled the little car. She looked at me and reached for my hand. "Oh, the irony," she commented over the loud music. I smiled and shook my head, grasping her hand for dear life as blurs of green and gray flashed by us.

Forty five minutes later found us in the parking lot of a drug store in Port Angeles, neither wanting to take the first step towards the entrance of the shop. Nessie sighed. "Well, come on, boyfriend. It's now or never."

My hand was shaking slightly as I reached for the door handle and stepped out of the car. I walked around the front of the car and reached my hand out for her to take, and together we walked into the store hand in hand.

The sliding doors opened for us and we glanced towards the ceiling in search of signs declaring something feminine in nature. We found the aisle and crouched in front of the seemingly endless choices of pregnancy tests. I felt Nessie squeeze my hand tightly. "There's so many," she pointed out the obvious. "How do we know which one?"

Without waiting for an answer (which is just as well, considering I didn't have one), and true to her upbringing, she grabbed the most expensive one, and immediately marched us to the cashier, a woman of about fifty. I could almost hear the mental scolding tsk tsk tsk by the way she studied our faces, neither of which looked much older than eighteen, if that. Nessie slammed a twenty on the counter, and without waiting for her change, practically raced for the door. I followed like a good dog.

We made it home and she dumped her purse on the couch and dug the box out of the white plastic bag, studying it with intensity. A few seconds later she focused her gaze on me, still standing near the door. "I just pee on the stick, and then we wait for three minutes. Do you want in there or out here?"

"Just call me in there after you've peed," I said quietly. My stomach was in knots as she made her way to the toilet, and I thought I might be sick when I heard the toilet flush.

The door opened and she stood there, her eyes wide. "You can come in now." I slowly made my way to her. "About two minutes left, now," she whispered when I reached her. Ness pulled me into a tight embrace, burying her face into my abdomen. "I can't watch, Jake."

Truthfully, neither could I, so I stared at our entwined forms in the mirror, stroking her hair and pressing soft kisses there. The clock on the wall ticked on slowly, so slowly…

Finally it was time. I squeezed her and slowly let my arms loosen around her. She turned to face the mirror with me, and picked up the slim stick from the marble counter, covering the result with her palm.

"On three?" she said hesitantly, making eye contact with me in the mirror. I nodded.

"One…"

"Two…"

"Three."

She uncovered the screen, and together we stared down at the digital words.

Not Pregnant.

We both let out similar breaths of relief and sorrow, little half-sobs of grief and thanks. Without looking at the test again, she curled her fist around the plastic, which shattered it into thousands or unrecognizable pieces. Opening her hand over the sink, she rinsed it down the sink, and then washed her hands. Turning back to me, she gripped a little bit of my shirt between her delicate fingers. "At least we know now," she whispered. She stood on her tip toes to press a kiss right beneath my chin.

"Nessie…" I began, running my hands down her arms. She had never been the emotional type, but the fact that I couldn't really tell how she was processing this news troubled me a bit. "Ness, don't you want to talk about this?"

She shook her head and trailed more kisses along my jaw. The fact that she was slightly guarded was one of the things I loved most about Renesmee. I was certainly enjoying her preferred method of communication at this moment, but I could tell she was upset despite what she implied. She would have to talk it out at some point.

"Ness – " I tried again, but she cut me off with a hard press of her lips to mine.

When I was effectively shut up she whispered in my ear, "Please, Jake, I promise we'll talk about this later. But I need you right now. All of you," she trailed off, her index finger drawing a line between my pecs, down my tight abdominal muscles, even further down...

I couldn't say no. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the couch, one place we hadn't done it yet. I watched her lay on the plush leather seductively, slowly dragging her sweatshirt over her head. I was treated to her flawless skin inch by inch, and when it was finally off and she was reaching for the button on her jeans, I took over, unhooking it and pulling them down her slim legs. Nessie was left before me on the couch in nothing but her hot pink underwear and white bra.

She licked her lips and reached for me. "You're a little overdressed," she noticed, nearly ripping my shirt off my heated body and my sweatpants down my legs. I didn't let her tug down my boxers as I attached my mouth on the swell of her left breast. She moaned quietly and grasped my hair, trying to force my lips and tongue to where she wanted them most on her breast. I successfully removed her bra and panties, and she my boxers, and for a while we teased each other with light strokes and heady kisses leaving us drunk on the other.

"No more foreplay," she rasped, tugging my hips toward hers. "I need you now, Jacob."

My brain was still somewhat functioning enough to remember part of the reason we were in this situation to begin with. "Ness, all the condoms are at your place."

She kissed me and I almost forgot my own name. "It doesn't matter. We found that out today." She dragged her sex against me and I groaned. "Just fuck me, Jake. That's all I'm asking for right now. Make me forget."

We both forgot. About everything, even if it was for that time alone.

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It was a couple of weeks later, and all of the Cullens were back in Forks for the time being. Ness had been acting normal since that night, and there had been only one more instance of her being sick, a couple of hours before everyone returned. We attributed it to some strange bug, (I jokingly suggested she had taken in some bad blood), which she found only partly amusing.

The rain pattered softly outside, sliding in thousands of little rivers down the large glass windows of the Cullen main house. Other than Edward sitting cuddled with Bella in the armchair, making little faces at each other, Esme reading in the rocker, and Carlisle in his study upstairs, we were alone. The rest were hunting.

"Gross, aren't they?" Nessie joked, plopping next to me on the couch with a sandwich, knowing full well they could hear her.

Edward rolled his eyes in his typical fashion. "Come, darling." He sprang to his feet with Bella in his arms, who squealed with surprise. "Let's go be "gross" in private."

She giggled, taking note of Renesmee's disgusted face. "Oh Edward, you're scarring our poor daughter for life," she admonished, but was silenced when his lips attached to her neck.

"I think I need to vomit," Nessie complained, rolling her eyes exactly like Edward.

Suddenly, it wasn't a joke.

Dropping her sandwich to the floor, Nessie raced to the toilet for the third time in two weeks.

"Renesmee, sweetie!"

Esme had neglected her book at once, and stood outside the closed bathroom door as we both listened to her retch. A few minutes later, the door opened.

"I don't feel good, Nana," she said quietly, almost childishly.

Ever the concerned grandmother, Esme hugged Nessie to her and pressed a cold hand to her forehead and pushing her hair back off her beautiful flushed face. "Why don't you go see Grandpa in his study, dear?" she ushered Nessie towards the staircase and motioned for me to follow.

I carried her up the rest of the grand flight of stairs and knocked on the door to Carlisle's office, which was opened nearly a second later. I sat Nessie on her feet and she leaned into me.

"Renesmee, are you alright?" he asked concernedly, pulling her to sit on the examination table in the corner of the room by another floor-to-ceiling window.

"Um," she crossed her arms over her chest and bit her lip, glancing at me, and then her grandfather. "Grandpa, I think…I think I'm pregnant." She mouthed the last two words, insuring that no super-hearing vampires could eavesdrop.

Carlisle's eyes widened slightly. "That is… easily testable," he said, walking to the cabinets on the opposite side of the room by his desk, and reached into the back of a bottom one, pulling out a kit.

"I already took one," Nessie murmured almost inaudibly. Even I could barely hear her. "We bought one in Port Angeles while you all were in Denali." Carlisle stared at her. "It was negative."

Carlisle seemed to have gone into doctor mode. "So I'm assuming this isn't the first time you've vomited?" He was speaking as low and fast as Nessie.

She shook her head. "Twice, before you got back. And… I don't know, I've been kind of tired lately."

He handed Ness a plastic cup with a lid. "It's not uncommon for some tests to read a false positive," he said, sighing. "This is the most accurate one available; a clinical test. Do your business in that and I'll analyze the test."

Nessie did that and came back with the cup full. When Carlisle had set everything up, he turned back to the two of us. "It will be a couple of minutes."

We nodded. Nessie clung to me as if I alone was keeping her standing. The minutes ticked by as we stood there, all of us staring out the window.

Carlisle suddenly snapped his attention to the test, read the results, and looked back at us.

"What are the results, Grandpa?" Nessie whimpered, gripping my arm impossibly tighter.

He took a deep breath and flashed us a brief smile. "Positive."