Chapter 3
The Unexpected
1 month later
My life has gone on the same as always in the past month. I had spent time with Jake and the pact, helped Jake find job interviews, and Alice took me shopping again. All and all the past month has been nothing extraordinary. Mom and dad have been getting alone better since the whole Jake and I thing. Which they seem to have forgotten about, even Billy has been nice to us since.
The phone rang and I jumped off the couch, were I had been reading a book, to answer it. "Hello" "Hey beautiful," it was Jake "What are you up to?" he asked. "Not much, just reading a book" "What are you reading?" "Wuthering Heights," I replied. Jake began to laugh, "Bella has read that book so many times. I bet she has it memorized." I giggled "She's the one that suggested I read it."
"Any way, I was calling to let you know I have great news" "What?" I asked excitedly. "I got a job!" "Oh my god Jake, thats incredible. What is it?" "A mechanic" he answered proudly. "That amazing Jake." "Yeah, I start next week." Well it's great that Jake got a job, but it will definitely take time away from us. "Well I got to go. Just wanted to tell you the good news." "Ok. Love you" "Love you too." I hung up the phone and went back to reading.
Mom and dad came back around noon, they had been hunting, and dad had to go in town for something, so mom and I both read books. I winced in pain at the cramp in my stomach, my mom look up from her book, "Crampy?" she ask. "Yeah, I guess. But I'm a few days late," I hadn't thought much of it until now. "Well thats probably the reason for your cramps." Mom went back to reading and I tried to, but now I was thinking, how many days late was I? Six I think, wow that's really late. No, no, no, no I couldn't be, I just couldn't be. I pulled a calm face and looked up, "Hey Mom, I'm gonna go down to La Push. Ok?" "Ok sweetie."
I walked out the door calmly, then ran for the car. I would have to make a stop at the store. I drove fast, very fast, I stopped at the store, payed for my item quickly, and started driving to La Push. When I pulled into Jake's driveway he was coming out of his house. "Renesmee? What are you doing here?" He was smiling but looked very surprised. "Well, I missed you and wanted to talk to you" "Oh, ok, that works." He smiled and hugged me tightly. "My dad's not home, so we can go in my room to talk." "Ok, but we really need to talk." He could hear the urgency in my voice. "Renesmee, what do we need to talk about?" He was suddenly serious. "Well I'll tell you but not until we get inside."
We were sitting on his bed in a flash. He knew me well enough to know when something was important. "Ok, what is it? you are practically in tears!" Only then did I realize he was right, I was almost crying. I pulled my self together and forced my tears away. "Jake, do you remember when you told me why you imprint?" "Yeah, why?" He looked very worried. "Do you think it's possible for that to happen to me" "For you to get pregnant?" "Yeah, that" my voice quavered and I had trouble keeping the tears back. "Why are you about to cry?" he pulled me into his lap and held me close. "Because" I paused, "I think I" I wasn't able to say it out loud, if I did it would be real. Jake didn't need me to finish, "Renesmee, are you sure?" he shifted so he was looking at me. "I bought a test. It's in the car."
Jake ran to the car and was back quickly. "Take it Renesmee. Take the test" I knew he was right. I took the test out of Jacob's hand, and went into the bathroom.
I came out and sat on the bed. We sat there in silence for the three minutes, one little pink line appeared, I kept saying over and over in my head no second line, no second line. The second little pink line appeared, and my heart sank. What was I going to do? What was I going to tell my parents? These and many more questions ran though my head at once. "What does that mean?" Jake broke though my mental self beating. "It's positive. I'm pregnant" The sound of my voice surprised me, it sounded calm and collected, and I realized I was no longer about to cry. "Are you sure?" I could tell he was scared. "Yeah, I'm sure." "What are we going to do?" Jake was loosing it, he voice sounded like a scared little boy. "Well, you got a job, and my parents will probably help, or at least my mom will. It will be ok Jake." He saw the look of reassurance in my eyes. It surprised me, how sure I was that every thing would be alright. Jake calmed down, and came to sit beside me. "Are you sure we can do this?" his voice was normal again. "I think we can." I smiled because in my heart I knew we could.
Jake sat back against the wall, and pulled me into his lap. "I wonder if you'll be like your mom or how it'll be" it sounded like he was thinking out loud more then to me. "I don't know" I said in response to the unasked question. Out of pure curiosity I got up and went over to the full-length mirror Jake had on is wall, I still don't know why a teenage boy has a full-length mirror, I lifted up my shirt a little so I could see my belly. Now that I was looking for it I could see I had gained a small, barely visible, pregnant belly. Jake saw it too. He came over and wrapped his arms around me, placing one hand on my stomach. "I love you Renesmee." "I love you too." I placed the hand that wasn't holding my shirt up over his. We stood there just like that, looking in the mirror and holding one another, for what felt like a very long time.
We would have enough time to think about how much our life was about to change, or how in the world we were gonna tell our parents, but in that moment nothing mattered. It was just the two of us realizing that soon it wouldn't be the two of us any more. Jake finely moved, he moved one hand to my cheek, then turned my face toward him. He kissed my softly, then pulled away. "You should call and tell your parents." As much as I didn't want to, I knew that I had to. Jake and I sat on the bed, and I pulled out my phone. "Hello" it was my mom, thank god. "Hey Mom, I have something I need to tell you." "Ok sweetie, I'm listening" her voice sounded so worried but at the same time the worry sounded a little fake. "Mom," if I said it quickly it would be over, "I'm pregnant." I waited for the yelling and the scolding. Mom's voice was barely a whisper, "I know."
End of Chapter 3
