A/N: I'll leave this one short (well, the A/N, at least since the chapter's kinda long, especially for me); here's chapter 5, with probably my shortest update ever! It's M right of the bat, people, so beware.

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The groggy haze of what I'm sure were blissful dreams was slowly pulled away from me as my eyes fluttered open. The light of dawn was seeping into the room and onto the walls, which offered me a gentle awakening. I felt my lips smile at the peacefulness of the quiet room and the pleasure that continuously shot up my spine. I heard an involuntary groan pass my lips and I blinked slowly, looking down and holy shit this wonderful, fantastic girlfriend of mine has her head between my legs and her lips around my dick.

I groan again.

She looks up and her sparkling brown eyes meet mine. A gentle flush rises in her cheeks when she realizes that I'm finally awake, and she plants a soft kiss where the head meets my length without breaking our eye contact. "Am I doing this right, Jake?" she whispers softly, slowly trailing her tongue down my length.

I can't stop my hand from floating down to lightly grip her hair, pushing the long curls, slightly unruly from sleep, from her face. "Let's just say I forgot you've never done this before," I manage to say. The sight of her lips fluttering up and down my shaft is almost as pleasurable as the feeling of it. She giggles lowly. "You don't have to do it, Ness, real – "

I lost my words when she suddenly engulfed the tip in her hot, wet mouth, and started sucking with just the right amount of pressure. There was no stopping the sudden moan that covered the rest of my sentence, and those words were replaced by the only two left in my vocabulary. "Fuck, Ness."

She looked up with me still in her mouth, her eyes bright and smiling at the knowledge of the effect she had on me. It took all my willpower not to come right then and there, down her throat. As much as I was sure she wouldn't mind, I would never subject her to that. Before any such thing happened, I moved my hand from her hair to her chin and pulled her up to meet me for a deep kiss. I felt her straddle my hips and before I knew it she was sinking down onto me.

My jaw dropped a bit, both in pleasure and awe. The tight, wet feeling of her around me would never become routine; every time felt new in some kind of way. Her moans were high pitched and sweet as she swiveled her hips, her perfect breasts jiggling slightly with every thrust. I was perfectly content to lay back and observe every inch of her beautiful body, something I haven't gotten the chance to do before now, as I was always on top. My hands traveled up the back of her thighs to rest on her hips as her small hands roamed my chest and torso. Our moans filled the room as more daylight crept into the room, lighting up her body all the more.

"Jake…" she murmured, resting her hands on my pecs as she suddenly picked up the pace of her thrusts. We both moaned loudly at the change of rhythm and I suddenly sat up, one hand assisting her hips as they moved faster over me and the other flung behind me for support. She cried out as the new angle made me press that special spot inside her that made her lose all control. I couldn't take my eyes off her face as she moved twice more over me before her sounds of ecstasy filled my ears as she came hard around my dick. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I continued to move her hips and she kept crying my name with such pleasure that I had her on her back in no time, thrusting into her with reckless abandon. Within a couple of minutes her cries had turned nearly into full-out screams of pleasure as I finally came within her.

When I had regained enough brain power to realize that her face clearly read she was close again, I kissed her gently and finished her with my hand. She trembled beneath me and she blew hot breaths into my neck as she came down. I rolled off her and gathered her in my arms, feeling more content than I had in a long time. "Sorry about that at the end," I mumbled.

She looked up at me incredulously and kissed me. "You made me come three times before 8:30 in the morning, Jake, you don't have to apologize for anything right now," she smirked, trailing her fingertips down my side. "Although one day I'm going to finish you the way I started," she added with a wink.

I smiled and nuzzled my nose into her disheveled hair. "I don't know. I mean, obviously it was amazing, but it doesn't feel… degrading to you?" I honestly wondered. Were she just any other girl, I probably wouldn't give a shit, especially if she had initiated it like Nessie had this morning.

"Not at all," she answered, dropping a kiss to my collarbone. "I want to make you feel good."

"Don't ever think you have to give me anything other than you to make me feel good, Nessie." I had to make sure she knew that was the absolute truth. "If we could never have sex again, being with you like this would be fine with me. The extra is only if you want it. I just want to make sure you know that you don't have to do it if you don't want to."

"But I do want to."

I nodded. "Just… promise me that you'll, you know, pull out, before I come. I can't stand the thought of you having to do that."

She bit her lip and smiled, kissing me thoroughly. "You're such a gentleman, Jake. I love you."

I smiled and leaned in for another kiss. "Come on, let's shower."

We showered and dressed before heading downstairs for breakfast. Edward and Bella were nowhere to be seen, but due to our supernatural senses we already knew that they weren't home yet (had they been we would have escaped through the window.) I sat on a barstool chair while Nessie pulled from the fridge a carton of eggs and a package of bacon. I felt a little bad for having her do all the work, but I was absolutely helpless in the kitchen; we had attempted to cook together multiple times and every try ended in some sort of disaster, from an oven fire to The Great Flour Explosion of '12.

"Are you actually eating something besides blood this morning?" I asked with surprise when I saw her keep the entire package of bacon out. I usually eat almost the whole thing and leave only about eight slices left, so Ness usually takes out all but those eight or so slices and puts them back in the fridge.

"Yeah. It sounds good for a change. Besides, I should probably add a bit more variety since we have a little mystery halfsie here," she joked, running her hand over the front of her sundress.

I laughed and watched her finish breakfast. The bacon took about the same time to fry as it took to scramble the entire carton of eggs – neither of us liked our meat cooked anything but rare, if that. She piled three-quarters of the pile of eggs onto one plate along with about fifteen slices of bacon (gotta love being a werewolf) and the rest onto another. We ate together fairly quickly, and despite what she had said about adding variety, Nessie couldn't stomach more than a couple of bites of egg. We rinsed our plates and we decided to go into the woods so she could satisfy her need for a deer neck.

I stripped off my shorts on the back porch and phased, following her playfully beckoning finger into the trees. I watched her barely-visible form speed ahead of me, her lithe body squeezing between huge tree trunks and ducking under branches, with my sharpened eyes. Her smile and melodic laugh were evidence of how carefree she always is in these woods, as if the nature was where she belonged. I can relate.

I caught the smell of a herd of deer in the wind and barked for her to follow me. Sure enough, a couple miles later we caught sight of them bounding through a fairly large clearing. She shot me a mischievous look and we fell into our age-old hunting routine. I ran faster to herd the bouncing deer towards her direction, and as soon as she was close enough to one, pounced on it, snapping its neck for a quick and painless death. Her teeth sink into the animal's flesh and I lay in the soft grass while she drank.

Jake?

I recognized the voice immediately. Yeah, Seth?

His thoughts were silent for a moment, and at his silence I knew he knew. Is it true?

I didn't answer at first, deciding to play dumb. What are you talking about?

Seth gave an exasperated huff. You know what. Is Nessie pregnant?

It took me only a second to decide whether or not to tell him the truth. Obviously everyone already knew she was; Seth was simply the only one considerate enough to question whether the rumors were true or not. Yeah. She is.

Congratulations, man. I could hear the smile in his voice.

Thanks, Seth. It means a lot that you asked if rumors were true. By the way, how the fuck is there already rumors? We only found out yesterday.

Seth laughed. No idea. I think Leah saw Edward punching some trees last night when she was patrolling and made her own conclusions.

I growled, both inside and out, and Ness looked up at me in confusion, her lips rosy red. I grumbled again and stood to walk to her, nuzzled her with my nose gently to let her know everything was okay, and plopped next to her. Being near her scent usually calmed me when one of my pack members did something to piss me off. More often than not it was Leah. We were closer now, but we wore on each other's nerves all the time still. She was still uncomfortable with my close association with the Cullens, even after everything that's happened, which really made me mad for a number of reasons. Not only have I come to respect our vampire friends, but they were my girlfriend's, my imprint's, immediate family. It was time for her to get past the old prejudices.

I realized Seth could hear my little mental monologue and he sighed. I know, Jake. I'm sure she didn't mean any harm by saying anything.

I huffed. Yeah, because the last thing Leah would want to do was cause a scandal with her least favorite person in this pack and his imprint.

Seth could only chuckle sheepishly and didn't have anything more to say to defend his sister. I rolled my eyes and glanced at Nessie. She had since finished the deer and offered the meat to me, but I wasn't hungry. Having sensed long ago that I was upset about something, she sprang up to straddle my back and leaned down so her entire torso was pressed against my back, her head resting on my neck. She gripped my fur comfortingly and I took off from the clearing into the woods.

We were back at the cottage in twenty minutes. I phased back and put my shorts on, which were lying on the patio chair where I had left them. The light was on in the living room, however, so we knew that Edward and Bella were back. My initial instinct was to turn back for the trees, but Nessie's hand kept me grounded to the backyard. I looked at her and she seemed more apprehensive than scared. "Come on, let's just go in," she said, dropping my hand and opening the door.

Upon entering the living room we didn't see either Bella or Edward, but I did hear footsteps coming our way from their bedroom. To my surprise it was only Edward, and he didn't look murderous or even mad. At his slightly crestfallen expression, however, I wasn't sure if it was really better than the anger.

"Jacob, Renesmee," he greeted when he reached the living room. He took a deep, unnecessary breath. "Can we talk?"

I could sense Nessie breaking down beside me. She could never stay angry at anyone, no matter what, and if there was one thing she hated more than anything, it was disappointing her parents. She nodded, and we sat in identical positions as yesterday, Edward sitting across from us.

Despite her utter happiness at our news, Nessie suddenly burst into tears and flung herself across the room into her father's arms. "I'm so sorry, Daddy. This didn't happen on purpose."

Edward's face crumpled and he nodded, cradling Nessie in his lap as she sobbed into his shoulder. "I know sweetheart, I know." He stroked her back gently, and she cried, if possible, even harder. I was debating whether or not I was really part of this conversation when he started speaking again. "In fact, I owe you both an apology as well. If you'll allow it, I will try to explain my reasoning as best I can."

Nessie sniffled and nodded, resting her face on Edward's chest. "First and foremost, I want to make something very clear to you, Nessie," he began, stroking his daughter's hair comfortingly, and she curled into him more. "I love you. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. And at times like these, it's absolutely excruciating – for a number of reasons… reasons you need to know." He paused to let this ever-important declaration sink in, but I could also tell he was preparing himself for a much tougher confession. "I don't expect you to understand this at all. I hardly understand it now myself. I don't understand how I never saw you as a creation of both me and your mother. I knew only what I had read, what I had heard from ancient legends and stories of the immortal children, and they encompassed my mind when I pictured what I had helped put inside Bella. My Bella, my only reason for living and my number one priority on this Earth, I had sentenced to an early and painful death by impregnating her with a monster.

"I won't lie and say that I didn't resort to some pretty desperate measures to make Bella change her mind about keeping you. But she fought so hard for you, and it hurts me to the core even today that I tried to take you away from her. I could only see her so weak and broken, right on death's doorstep, and all due to my monster. And maybe this is the most pathetic and distasteful thing to admit, but the moment I heard your thoughts, my mind was changed forever. You were suddenly not my demon spawn, but my child, who loved the sound of her parent's voices and tried so hard not to hurt her fragile, human mother." Edward squeezed her as Renesmee cried and cried, slightly heartbroken at her father's confessions, though I knew she was relieved that this was finally being put out in the open, and knowing his real feelings.

He took a deep, shuddering breath again. "Another reason this hurts… and I know in all likelihood this will not happen, but all I can picture is you in her state, Renesmee, and it just… it hurts, physically hurts me to even imagine you in any kind of pain, much less looking like death is right around the corner." If Edward could cry right now, I'm almost positive he would be.

Even though I had witnessed all of this firsthand, I was suddenly seeing it from a new light. Back then, I was blinded by my love for Bella and my jealousy and absolute hatred of Edward to see why he neglected both his child and Bella during most of her pregnancy. I put myself in his shoes. If I knew this baby was going to kill Nessie, I … I'm not sure what I would do. I know I had rubbed it in Edward's face that I would basically never stoop as low as he did, but could I live without Nessie and only have our kid? I decide yes, that not only would I be so incredibly selfish to take away the life she is physically and mentally built to protect and prioritize, but that I love my and Ness's baby too much to turn my back on it for the sake of saving my soul mate. I can't even comprehend making this decision, and my mental one sounds so messed up I can barely stand it. I have a newfound appreciation for Edward on so many levels.

"I'm so sorry, Edward," I whispered, shaking my head. "For saying those things yesterday. I feel so awful. I was out of line."

Edward shook his head. "No, Jacob, you were perfectly right on some levels. I know we had our problems all those years ago, and it's okay. I just think it's only fair to both of us that you know exactly what was going through my head all those years ago, since I knew everything in yours. And it's important that you know what's going through my mind now, too. So you heard what I've just explained with Renesmee, but just… think about how this must feel, one father to another. Imagine that this baby is a girl, and she's yours and Nessie's and she grows into and undoubtedly striking young woman. Imagine one day you accidentally overhear Carlisle telling your daughter and her boyfriend that she's pregnant. What would you honestly do?"

I imagine. Instant rage fills me and I actually feel my fists clench at my sides at the thought of some loser douche bag getting my beautiful, perfect and innocent daughter pregnant. Edward chuckles a bit before I even say my words. "I'd probably tear that dumbass limb from limb."

Ness even cracks a smile. "I'm sorry again, Daddy. Thank you for telling us this. You have no idea what it means, especially to me."

"You're welcome, baby. Thank you for listening." Edward presses a few kisses into her temple and holds her tightly to him. "Now come on. Your aunts have been dying to see you all night and day."

We both smile, and when we all stand up Nessie doesn't return to me, clinging to Edward's hand. I'm not bothered by it. She's needed to hear his testimony about the time before she was born for so long that I'm sure she just needs to be close to him. Plus, it lets the rest of the family know that everything between us has been worked out, which avoids uncomfortable questions and walking on eggshells around us.

We ran to the main house, although I didn't really feel like facing the rest of the Cullens. Hopefully when they see that Edward and I are on good terms again none of them will feel like ripping my head off. Sure enough when we enter the house Emmett and, most surprisingly, Carlisle, are eyeing me with discontent. I smile uneasily at them and grab hold of Nessie's hand, suddenly needing her.

Before I can chance a glance at Carlisle again, though, I am attacked by a blur of pixie-esque vampire as Alice crashes into me. "Jake this is just so exciting! So, so exciting! We can have more scrapbooks and fashion shows and shopping," she practically sang the last word. "And oh! He or she will be so beautiful, with your and Nessie's gorgeous faces and her light and your dark! You and Nessie simply must meet with me so we can design a nursery!"

I see Blondie rush to Nessie within half a second later, enveloping her in a hug and is much calmer about the news but no less excited. "Oh, my Nessie, a baby!"

My mind flashes back to Nessie's birth, how Rose had lost control and had attempted to attack Bella and Renesmee. I glared at her and squeezed my hand around Nessie's tighter. I heard Edward's quiet "Jacob, it's okay." I'm not sure why Blondie simply exclaiming over our baby elicited such a sudden protective streak from me. It wasn't really her fault she hadn't hunted back then, and she hadn't attacked anyone on purpose. And she was wonderful with Nessie from that moment forward. Maybe it wasn't her attempted attack so much as her lack of care for Bella and for Nessie only. Would she do the same here? Protect the baby at all cost and give no thought to Nessie's wellbeing? I was simply confusing myself. It's not like there's going to be another Bella-Renesmee situation. Nessie is much stronger than Bella. I'd worry about Blondie later.

Carlisle, who had since warmed up to us, was explaining to Nessie how he wanted to document all the measurements starting tomorrow morning, and that we could even attempt an ultrasound then, too. I nodded excitedly with Nessie, suddenly thankful for her crazy, eclectic vampire family.

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