"Good morning." John said, when my eyes opened.
"Good morning." I replied, trying to breathe evenly. "How was your night?" I asked him.
"Very nice. I could watch you sleep forever." He smiled at me. "How was your night?"
"Good." I replied.
Last night had been great... I had not wanted to go to sleep. Why would I? I wouldn't mind if I never fell asleep again...
"So... Are you hungry?" He asked. I frowned.
"Yeah." I admitted. He stood up and started getting dressed, so I did the same.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Ready." I clarified. He took my hand and we made our way down the stairs and to the kitchen.
I glanced down the hall at the extra bedroom and smiled.
"What?" He asked.
"Oh. I was just wondering why there was an extra bedroom... I mean there is a guest bedroom upstairs.." I trailed off.
"Oh, that?" He laughed. "It just came with the house love." He laughed again. "The office... It was a bedroom. But I made it into an office. I just couldn't think of anything else to do..." He trailed off.
"Oh.." I trailed off.
"What is it?" He asked, stepping closer.
"Nothing." I lied. He stepped close to me and took my other hand.
"I love you. And you need to eat." He told me, releasing my hand. "What would you like?" He asked.
"I'll make it." I told him, walking over to the fridge and pulling out some eggs. I began to fry them...
"Okay. I guess I'll sit then." He said, sitting down at the table.
"So. Did Jake talk to you?" He asked.
"Yes. He did." I answered.
"Edward told me he was going to." He muttered. "So, I have to ask... Do you want to???" He trailed off. "Do you want to have kids?" He asked.
"Well... When I saw Emily worrying about not fitting into her dress... I was thinking you don't know how lucky you are..." I said. "But I had never really thought about it before. After all... I was pretty sure that I was a genetic dead end until two days ago." I looked up from the eggs I was frying. His eyes were pure and interested. "I think... I think I do..." I looked back at the eggs. "What about you?" I asked him.
"I. Have always wanted to have children. All my life, I have wanted to.." He told me. I looked up again and saw him smiling at me. I could see in his eyes that he was telling the truth.
"So. The decision is decided." I said, smiling.
"You didn't seem very sure..." He answered.
"I didn't want what I said to influence what you said." I told him, before walking with my plate over to the table. Once I was sitting down, I turned to him and took his hand. "Before, when I said that I hadn't really thought about it... Well, I haven't really as I said, I thought I was a genetic dead end... But when I saw Emily all worried about fitting into her dress... Well, I was really jealous. I wanted that. I wanted to be able to worry about that... Well, you get what I am saying right?" He nodded. "When I was with Sam... I already had names picked out for our kids... That was before the whole genetic dead end thing happened... So, yes. I really do.." He kissed me sweetly.
"What were the names?" He asked, with an interested gleam in his eyes.
"I won't want to use them." I told him.
"Still."
"Kevin Michel." I told him.
"That is nice." He smiled. "Do you have any more ideas?" He asked.
"I am working on it.." I answered. "My ideas are developing."
"Nice." He answered. "Now eat, love." I looked down at the eggs I had just made and started eating, slowly. I could feel his gaze on me and I tyred to focus on eating... But I couldn't.
"What is it?" I asked. He laughed.
"Nothing." He said.
"Oh come on."
"Okay.. You know how you asked about the extra bedrooms?" I nodded. "Well, I left them. Not because I couldn't think of something else for them to be.. But for the very reason we just discussed." He laughed.
"I..."
"What?" He asked.
"I was wondering if that was the reason... That is why I was so disappointed when you said what you said..." I told him finishing my eggs.
"Are you good now?" He asked smiling.
"Yes." I looked at him. "What do we do know?"
"I do not know. I have never been married..." He muttered.
"I haven't either." I joked. "Hey... I have a question..." I trailed off.
"Yes?" He asked.
"How old are you?" He laughed.
"I am 123." He answered laughing. "Do you still love me?"
"Yes. I just wondered." I answered. "And all that time. You never found anyone, you wanted to be with?" I asked him.
"Not until now." He answered, before kissing me lightly. "My love. You are a different story." He answered.
"But. That didn't work out. John. You have to believe me. I am in love with you more than I ever loved Sam. And it wasn't fate. That is why it didn't work out..." He laughed.
"I get it. I was joking." He told me.
"Don't joke like that!" I answered.
"I won't I promise." He laughed again.
"I love you!" He smiled.
"I love you more." He answered.
"No..." I said. "No you don't... ... ..."
"Oh. You don't even know how much I love you. You have no idea." He told me. "I love you. Forever." He frowned. "Even when you leave me. I will always love you..." He laughed.
"Please. It hurts me. I don't want to think of that. I don't want to leave you." I tried to turn off the tears I felt swelling in my eyes. "I am never going to stop phasing. Never. I will phase for the rest of my life. Which will be forever, because I won't die if I am phasing. So, please don't make me think of that!" I cried.
"I won't bring it up again." He promised, eyes broken. He pulled me close and held me. "I am so sorry. Don't cry." He kissed my hair. "Maybe. Just maybe... It might be possible for me to change you... If you want... .. I don't know love. Don't worry. I love you. You love me... We will be together as long as we can.. I am so sorry."
"I am fine." I said, tyring to stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks.
He let me go and looked at my tear stained face.
"I am very very sorry." He smiled at me. "You know that, right?"
"I really do." I answered. He wiped a tear off my face and I smiled at him. "I love you."
"And I you." He told me, smiling.
"So..." I prompted.
"So, what?"
"Well, what now?" I asked him.
"Well, we could... Oh, I don't know... Come on... ... ..." He took my hand ever so lightly and pulled me gently through the house. He pulled me into one of the spare bedrooms. "We could always..." He muttered. "Put this room to use..." He joked, kissing me sweetly.
"Well... It would be nice to fill this room...." I muttered. He pulled me over to the bed and kissed me.
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I woke up a week and a half after the wedding and John wasn't beside me... Instead there was a note, reading: I'm so sorry I had to leave you sweetheart. And I hope you don't have to read this, but I had to go hunt.... I love you and I will be back soon. As I said, I love you. John.
I touched my stomach to find a defined bump in it... What? I thought to myself.
I moved the black blanket, so I could see my stomach...
"Oh my gosh." I said. "I can't believe it... I'm... I'm pregnant!" Oh my... How will John take this... .... I mean, he said he wanted to have children... But this is so soon... What will happen?
I sat up, pulling the blanket over my stomach and turning to face the door where John would come in...
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"Hello... My love." He said, walking through the door. "How long have you been up?" He asked, walking over to me and sitting down on the bed beside me.
"Not long..." I muttered. His eyes drifted down to my hands.
"Whats with the..." He knew I knew what he meant.
I looked down... "Because." I looked up at him. His eyes were pure and gold... "We are having a baby." I told him, focusing on his golden eyes, which were gleaming.
"Really?" He asked. "How do you know?"
"When I woke up... I touched my stomach and it felt really different... Then I took the pregnancy test that I got from the store Thursday... I had just gotten it as a precaution... It was positive..." I told him. His eyes were bright...
He kissed me. "Can I see my baby?" He asked.
"Sure." I answered, pulling the blanket off of my stomach. He put one of his hands on my stomach... Then he put the other hand on my face.
"My babies." He corrected. "I love you." He told me. Then he got really close to my stomach. "And you, too!"
He kissed me... "I love you..." I told him.
I looked deep in his now golden eyes.
"How... How hard is it for you?" I asked. He knew what I meant.
"Not very hard, now..." He told me.
"It never seemed to be that hard... I mean... It never seemed like you were in to much pain... You have never seemed to have a hard time being close to me... I just wonder sometimes.."
"Well, my love. It hasn't ever been that bad. After a hundred years... I have learned to cope. And my immediate love for you... Only made it easier... I wasn't going to hurt you. Or I would have to kill myself... If I hurt you... ... I love you, more. So, don't you get it... .." He trailed off. "I couldn't have hurt you. I wouldn't, so... ... ... It doesn't bother me anymore.. With you I can just be a man... In love with a woman.... Not a vampire... In love with a were wolf..." He kissed me.
"Does that answer your question?" He asked.
"Yes." I told him. He kissed me harder and I laughed. Before covering my stomach with the blanket.
"Lets not let our poor baby watch..." I joked.
"Oh. Well. That baby is going to have to watch some R rated stuff... ... ..." He joked kissing me.
"Ha ha." I answered.
"I am serious."
"I know.... ... But it is still funny..." I answered.
"That is nice." He smiled. "You find humor in our little baby having to watch an R rated movie in the womb..." He muttered.
I laughed... His kiss moved down my neck and I laughed harder.
"Oh... Does that tickle?" He asked.
"A little." I answered.
"Yes! I found it! Now I know how to make you laugh! YAY!" He laughed.
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The door bell rang and John went to the door. We still hadn't told anyone... .... We would have too soon, though... I was really showing to the point where I couldn't hide it at all...
"Hello, Edward." I eminently stopped thinking about my baby... Stupid vamp....
They talked quietly in the doorway for a moment.
"Wait a second." Edward said. "Who is with you?"
"No one, Edward. Me and my wife. Alone." John answered.
"Then where is the third voice coming from?" He asked, confused. "An undeveloped voice. A smart... But undeveloped voice... ...." He muttered. "Are you two hiding a baby?" He asked. "Are you to having a baby?" He asked.
"Come out here, love." John said, his voice defeated.
I walked out into the hallway where Edward and John where standing. John put his arm around me and I looked up at Edward.
"Well, you two are pretty good at hiding your thoughts." He told us...
This is the second to last chapter so I hope you enjoy it!!!