Contains mpreg themes.

Edward's POV

I close the book I'm trying to read and place it on the nightstand. I can't concentrate on reading when Jacob has a fitful night's sleep.

Looking down at where he's sleeping on my chest, his arm wound around my waist and his cheek pressed tightly to my breast, one of his legs over mine. He's extra clingy lately.

My eyes roam his body from the top of his head to his toes, but they settle on his stomach. I still cannot believe this has happened. It has been a myth, but as Jacob has always said most myths are real. Carlisle's fleeting comment has turn into reality.

After two years of happiness, and when my life looked perfect for the first time, something bad occurred.

It started a few months ago when Jacob got sick after eating a box of his favorite snacks. Of course, we thought it was the snacks, but then when he ended up regurgitating every meal, I brought Carlisle to our house. He gave Jake a check-up, but didn't have a diagnosis. The tea he gave him made him sleepy, and after he was in bed, I talked with Carlisle in the hallway and promised to call him if Jake's situation worsened. He was sure it was just a bug, considering flu season had just started. I nodded and saw him out, but deep inside I doubted Jake had a bug. Seriously, he's a werewolf; his immune system is much better than the average human's.

Overnight, his situation got worse. When he rushed to the bathroom and heaved, I wrapped him in three blankets and took him to the hospital, knowing Carlisle had the night shift. He was surprised to see me storming into the hospital at three AM. Since he was at the front desk chatting with a nurse when we arrived, he took me to an empty room to give Jake a proper check-up.

I filled in his papers while Carlisle poked and prodded him, asking questions to which we didn't have an answer. It started getting on my nerves.

Can't he see he's not well?

After bringing the ultrasound machine near the bed, Carlisle lifted Jake's shirt to check why he kept holding his stomach. When I thought about it, he'd complained that it ached for a few days, but dismissed it quickly.

I abandoned the papers and went to their side, taking one of Jake's hands and resting the other on his head. "I'm here."

He gave me a small smile, then looked nervously at Carlisle as he applied gel on his taut stomach.

"What do you think it is?" I asked urgently, as low as I could. I didn't want to worry Jake.

We'll see, he answered in his head. Grabbing the wand, he pressed it to Jake's stomach, his eyes intent on the monitor. No way!

"What?" I demanded.

Carlisle shot me a worried look, concealing his damn thoughts. His eyes moved from the monitor to Jacob.

"I'm going to die?" Jake whispered faintly. "Just tell me." He glanced at me, tears brimming in his eyes.

"Don't say such stupid things!" I hissed, sitting next to him. "Carlisle, tell us!"

My father figure took on a solemn air, and I feared the worst. "Have you had intercourse with Jacob? As in, did you top him?"

"Are you crazy? That's private!"

"Just answer." It's important, son.

"Yes, he did," Jake answered, squeezing my hand. "Why? You weren't sick or something?"

"This is ridiculous. Just tell us, Carlisle."

"You see?" He pointed to the monitor. "See this?" There was a black spot.

"A tumor?" Jake asked.

"Not exactly. Edward, don't tell me you don't hear it, too!"

"Hear...what?" I frowned, staring at the black spot.

"Jacob," Carlisle said softly, fixating my lover with his eyes. "Your body has changed, much as I had feared, knowing the legends."

"What do you mean?"

He launched into an explanation on how Jacob's body had changed to accommodate the natural course of perpetuating the species. Which meant having grown the necessary organ for reproduction. He was pregnant.

I refused to understand what I was being told. This can't happen.

I saw how scared Jacob was, and I couldn't find it in me to be there for him in this crazy situation. It was freaking me out. I was as cool as I could get with all the supernatural stuff, but this—what Carlisle was telling us—it was part of the science fiction area.

Eventually, I came around. It wasn't so weird, because it was part of Jacob—and me. I love him more than anything in the world, so it didn't take long to fall in love with the fast growing bump.

On that first check-up, Carlisle estimated he was four weeks along. After another two weeks when there was a small bump, it seemed he was nine weeks along. Keeping a close eye on Jacob's pregnancy became Carlisle's pastime. After a month, we knew the baby was developing much faster than a normal one. Its growth speed was twice as fast as a normal human baby.

It has taken time for our family to warm up to the new challenge, but now everyone is supportive, suffocating poor Jake with love, food, and fluffy blankets. It's crazy.

He shifts in his slumber, nuzzling my chest with his nose and sighing in content. I smile, placing my hand on his bump. He should be around three months pregnant now, but with the accelerated process, it looks like he's about six months.

I've made it my personal mission to protect him, even from my family's snide remarks. Especially when Emmett points and laughs at him for eating like a bottomless well. The pregnancy hormones have taken a toll on Jake's body and he's extra sensitive, always ending up in tears when someone jokes about how much he's eating.

Fuck, not again. Stupid peeing.

I restrain myself from laughing, but it's difficult. If he wakes up now, it will be the fourth time tonight.

Slowly, Jake seems to rouse, yawning and burrowing his face closer to me. The need to relieve himself seems to grow, because he curses loudly before getting up and waddling his way to the bathroom.

When he returns to my side, I wrap him in the blanket and hug him close. My nose is buried in his hair as I inhale his fresh scent.

"Go back to sleep," I whisper.

"I can't. I feel like all I'm doing is sleeping." He yawns loudly, placing a hand on his stomach. "Besides, Pinball is awake."

"Jake!" I groan, fighting amusement.

"If you had this in you, you'd call him the same. Believe me."

I cover his hand on his stomach. "How about a bath and a warm tea? Maybe it will relax you—both of you."

Fabulous. I'll snooze here while you do that.

Kissing him quickly, I set to work. While the tub fills, I boil water for his tea. Taking care of him has always been my favorite activity, and now it's even better. I know it's truly welcomed.

The water is boiling when I feel Jake's arms around me, his face pressed in my back, between my shoulderblades.

"Hey, why are you out of the bed?" I ask, worried.

"Missed you."

Chuckling, I turn around and wrap my arms loosely around him, bringing him close. His bulging stomach presses into my flat one. He's so warm, warmer than usual. His hands cup my face, leaning into me so we can kiss. I kiss him slowly, softly, savoring him.

The teapot whistles loudly, but I press Jacob tighter to my chest, kissing him deeper. His fingers wrap in my hair, as he moans wantonly.

Edward, don't start something you can't continue.

I smirk against his mouth, then separate us. "I plan on continuing, but once you're in the tub. Speaking of, go and turn off the water. Get comfortable and I'll be right there." I caress his cheek with the back of my hand.

Don't keep me waiting, he warns me silently as he makes his way out of the kitchen. I can't help but stare at him. His body has changed a lot to accommodate the baby, but I have never found him more attractive—besides the bump that almost makes my heart beat again, there are his wide hips, his strong arms wrapped protectively around the bump, his muscled back tensed, and that ass. I don't think I'll ever get enough of his small, round ass. I could spend the whole day groping it and not grow tired.

After pouring the boiled water in the cup and stirring the tea bag and sugar, I make my way to the bathroom. Jacob is shedding his shirt, and my eyes glue to his sculptured back. I place the cup at the head of the tub before helping him out of his boxers. He smiles, bracing himself on my shoulders as he steps out of his underwear.

"Thank you. I think I saw my toes there for a second."

I laugh, pressing my lips to his forehead. "In with you." I guide him into the tub.

"You're joining me, angel."

I nod, and strip once he's safely situated in the tub. I notice he's added bubbles, something I hate, but I tolerate it for him. He shifts a little forward, inviting me to sit behind him. I do so immediately, wrapping my arms around him. My lips go to the juncture of his shoulder and neck. His pulse quickens as always, and I inhale greedily.

"How long, do you think?" he mumbles, resting his back against my chest.

"Until due time?"

He nods, showing me how worried he is of the birth. I rub my hands down his arms in a soothing gesture.

"Don't worry, darling. We still have a couple months at least. I promise to find a way to save both of you."

He stiffens. "What if…." Promise me you'll love him. Or her. Even if something happens to me.

I tilt his head to look him square in the eye. "Don't say that! Never, Jacob. I can't think of a life without you. No." I shake my head vehemently. "I already lost one person I love. I can't take losing you, too."

"But will you? You can't reject the baby if I...you know…"

I swallow thickly, burrowing my face into his hair. "I'd like to think you will both make it out alive. I'm all for positive thoughts."

"Still," he insists, turning around, straddling my lap. Promise me. There are tears in his eyes.

I place a hand on his stomach and stare at the small hand that presses up as if to say hi. I trace my finger over the spot the baby's hand appeared. "I promise."

Look at me and promise me that.

I glance at him. "I pr…" Averting my eyes, which have become watery with venomous tears that are never going to spill out, I bite my lip. "I can't!" I choke out, crashing him to my chest. "Don't leave me, Jake!"

OW! His hand grabs his stomach and I pull back, worried. Searching his black eyes, I realize it was just a kick, nothing else.

"We should relax. Don't stress the baby," I whisper, kissing his face. "Let's just forget the insanity you mentioned a minute ago."

He makes to protest, but his retort dies on his lips, replaced by a groan of pleasure when I move my hand between us, cupping him. He seems to be perpetually hard, and I love taking advantage of that.

Edward! Jake throws his head back, planting his palms behind him, at my ankles. So good. Don't stop.

Grinning, I squeeze him tighter, pulling at his rigid flesh. He pants loudly, bucking his hips a little, whining when I move my other hand to touch his hole.

Since the pregnancy started, he's become a bottom. I can't say I don't miss giving myself to him, but nothing compares to the feeling of filling him and feeling him coming apart in my arms.

Reaching behind me, I grab the shower gel and pour some in my palm before preparing him. At the rate we've been going at it, he doesn't need much preparation, but I never want to hurt him. When my middle finger enters him, he shudders and groans loudly, sagging back on his elbows. He looks at me through heavy lids, lips slightly open—pure lust clearly etched in his every feature.

I'm gripping his dick with one hand, and the other stretching him slowly, but the motions are mechanical. I don't even have to whole being is focused on his face. He's so beautiful. Even though I have his face memorized to the smallest details, whenever we make love, I find new expressions; new wrinkles on his forehead, a spark in his eyes. His lips look so soft and pliable, I want to taste them. Still giving him pleasure, I lean over his body and capture his mouth in a deep kiss.

Edward, please.

Smiling, I arrange him better on my lap before slowly entering him.

FUCK! Yessss! His arms link behind my neck as his head tilts back giving me access to his exposed throat.

I bury my dick to the hilt into him, while licking and sucking at his neck. I try to resist the temptation of marking him. I've discussed this urge that scared me in the beginning, but Carlisle explained it is something normal. Mates mark their mates, claiming them as theirs.

Jake wraps his legs tightly around my waist, sitting up and bringing me deeper into him. We both groan in pleasure. With his hands still gripping the hair at the nape of my neck, he starts rocking back and forth, small whimpers escaping his lips.

"Jake," I breathe out, splaying my hands on his back, lifting my hips to create even more friction. I'm not ready to separate us for long and hard thrusts. This is simply perfect.

He kisses my shoulders, grunting my name.

I move a hand between us and grasp his hard dick, pumping him fast. He shudders violently, shouting unintelligibly, his eyes never leaving mine. I don't relent until he cries out my name so loud I'm afraid the neighbors think I'm murdering him. When his ass muscles clamp around me, I still his hips and try to regain control. I don't want this to end. But Jake, crazed with his release, slams into me so hard and fast, water splashes out of the tub. More importantly, his movements bring my release.

He slumps against me. I rub his back soothingly until his heartbeat slows.

I love you, he tells me in his head, rubbing his cheek to my shoulder. I don't feel like I tell you that enough.

I smile into his hair, pressing my lips to it. "Love you too, darling."

I love my daddies.

I frown. "What did you say?"

"Nothing," he mumbles, kissing my neck.

"No, I heard you. Just now."

"I talked before you answered, then was just content to be held by you."

You can hear me, daddy?

I gasp. A chill runs down my spine—something I have never experienced in my existence as a vampire.

"Oh, God!" I exclaim. "Baby." I feel choked up.

"What's wrong?" Jake takes my face between his hands.

I place my hands on his stomach, staring at it in awe. "Say something else, baby."

"Uh, are you okay?" Jake checks.

"Not you. Shh." I give him a reproachful look. He blanches, and I realize I sounded harsh. "I'm sorry, Jacob." I kiss his cheek before rubbing his stomach.

My daddy is upset!

I smile ruefully. "I apologize, baby." I bend to kiss the bump. "I didn't mean to upset Daddy."

"What's going on?" Jake insists, eyeing me suspiciously.

Still bend over his stomach, I look up at him, grinning widely. "I can hear the baby. I think he hates me for making you upset."

I don't hate you, Daddy. But if you make my daddy upset, I am upset.

That small, crystalline voice will be my undoing. "This is getting confusing, baby. How about you call us Daddy Edward and Daddy Jake?"

"You really can hear him!"

My eyes widen. "Let's not insult the baby, darling. Can you tell your daddies what you are? Please. We'd love to know." I rub my hand on the side of the bump.

I'm a boy, duh!

"Of course you are!" I give Jake a watery smile. "We're having a boy!"

He bursts into tears. His arms wrap tightly around my neck, nearly choking me. "Tell him I love him!"

"He can hear you," I answer softly, brushing his tears away.

Jake grabs his stomach, looking at it lovingly. "I love you, my baby."

I love you too, Daddy Jake! You too, Daddy Edward.

"He loves you too," I repeat to Jake. "And, for some reason, he loves me too."

"Don't look so surprised. No one can not love you, angel."

Squeezing him tightly in my arms, I know I have everything I could have asked for. Never in my whole existence had I dared to think I'd come close to this perfection. I found a mate, and he's going to give me a little beautiful baby. It's more than anything I could have dreamt of, and I've dreamed—daydreamed—a lot about having my own family.

Having found this with Jacob, a werewolf, my supposed enemy, and more importantly—a male—is still beyond imagination. Though, I wouldn't change anything about how my life has changed in the past few years.