Chapter 8: Mom

Nessie's POV

Last night had been way too hectic for my liking. As soon as my dad left I had to hurry up and clean up as much as possible so that whoever it was that was coming wouldn't see the huge mess that my dad had left. I somehow managed to cover the dents in my dresser and bed just a fraction of a second before the door opened.

As it turned out it was every single member of my family. I had, well it was my dad really, woken up Anne, Royce V, and my grandfather when I had 'fallen'.

Falling was the most believable excuse that I could come up with. I just hoped that they did believe me. I've been told all of my life that I'm a terrible liar. I couldn't lie to save my life.

Then I decided to take Cookie to the veterinarian today. I claimed that she had been acting weird for the past couple of days as an excuse. The vet confirmed it. She was pregnant with seven puppies. She was already at the halfway point in her pregnancy. My grandfather would have a heart attack when he found out. Actually I don't know what would kill him more the one thousand dollar vet bill or the fact that soon we would have eight dogs in the house?

I tried to think back to a couple of months ago to determine who was the father of those puppies.

Then it suddenly came to me. I had gone over to a friend's house and I brought her along with me. My friend also had a purebred saint bernard. Damned. I should have known that something was up with those dogs when they suddenly disappeared for awhile for no apparent reason whatsoever.

I did love puppies though. Puppies are so sweet and adorable.

After that visit to the veterinarian I went to a nearby donut shop that I had found online and purchased a dozen donuts that I would eat before lunch. Yes, you heard me correctly, I was going to eat 12 donuts all on my own before lunch time even came around. I loved sweets so much. I usually ate sweets all day long. I almost always appeared to be eating candy, a donut, cake, or anything sweet. And yes, even before I was pregnant I could eat 12 donuts in one sitting, but I don't have a problem! I swear I don't!

I was also feeling really happy because of some news that I had just gotten only this morning. My grandpa Charles had decided to come. He decided that he didn't want to be away from us so he was going to move out here as well. He was flying in today. He was going to stay with us until he found a place to live. Nothing mattered more to him then remaining close to us, his only grandkids.

I swear I never smiled so much when he gave me the news over the phone. These last few days have been nothing but pure bliss and happiness and things just only kept on getting better and better. Today didn't seem like it was going to be any exception. My grandfather had gone out to get us all registered for school. A task that he had put off for some reason that we didn't understand (but really appreciated anyway). My sister went out to shop for new clothes. My brother had stayed home because he wasn't feeling to well. That was one of the dark spots on my sunshine of happiness right now. As good as things were right now I couldn't deny that things could abruptly come to an end. My brother had leukemia and it was terminal. What would happen if things suddenly turned for the worst? What would I do without my loving and caring brother? He and my sister were like my best friends. We were as close as any blood related siblings could ever be. Losing my parents had been hard enough on all of us, what would it be like if I lost my brother now too?

I was sitting down at a bench eating my third donut when I saw them. Three women across the street. One of them noticed me and stopped to stare. Almost immediately I recognized her as my mother. The other women kind of looked like aunt Rosalie and grandma Esme but I couldn't be to sure about that because they were facing the other direction.

I stood up and started to walk away. I could hear Cookie's heavy panting behind me as I walked. If I could I really wanted to avoid the other members of my family as much as I possibly could. Pretending that I had no idea who they were was much too hard and painful. I wanted to avoid it as much as I possibly could. Of course, when I was in school that would be an entirely different story. But hey, with any luck I might be attending a different school then they are. At least that it was I hoped for right now.

I kept on walking until I started to get tired and my feet started to hurt. I found a lonely place to sit down and rest for a bit.

"Nessie?"

I literally became as still as a statue when I heard that voice call my name. It couldn't be? It just couldn't be?

I looked around and was surprised to find my mom standing right there. I was 99.5 percent sure that I was having some sort of hallucination now. There was no way in hell that this was really happening!

"Nessie?" she repeated again.

"Mom"

Next thing I know is that I'm in my mother's arms and she is squeezing the life out of me. Not that I cared right now. After so many years I was in my mother's arms again. All I could do was cry. I loved my mom so much and I had honestly thought that I was never going to see her again until a few days ago of course. Then I had thought I was going to have endure months of pain as I pretended to not no anything about her or my family.

She covered my face with kisses and held me tight to her body. I held onto her for as long and as hard as I could. I wanted this moment to last forever.

"Nessie, I can't believe it's really you" mom cried. Well the vampire tearless version of crying anyway.

"Nessie, my little girl. It's really you" mom said.

"Yeah mom, it's really me" I said.

She just hugged me even tighter. My ribs now felt like they were in real danger but at the moment I didn't care.

"So dad told you?" was the only thing that I could think to say in that moment.

"Yes, last night your father told us everything and I really do mean everything"

"Even about the r-"

"Yes sweetie, even that. So this morning your aunt Rosalie, grandma Esme, and I decided to go out and look for you. The guys are at home waiting for us. They want to see you"

"What about aunt Alice?" It hadn't escaped my notice that my mother failed to mention my other beloved aunt.

"For reasons that I don't want to say right now your father and I are not on speaking terms with your aunt right now"

"Oh, okay" was all that I could say to that. I wondered what happened between all of them?

"Nessie?" I heard someone else say.

I turned and saw my aunt and my grandmother. We wasted no time in hugging and kissing. And of course there were more tears that all came from me. Knowing that I was the only one in my family that could actually cry kind of sucked but I didn't care to much about it right now.

I swear all we did for the next 15-20 minutes was cry and hug.

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen you really have grown into such a fine young lady. What happened to that little girl I used to dress up all the time?" aunt Rosalie asked me with a smile.

"Your aunt is right" grandma said. "You really have grown up into a fine and beautiful young lady. What happened to you?"

"Well I was raised by a wonderful family. That reminds me my full name is actually Renesmee Carlie King-Evenson"

"Wait, what?" Rosalie was the first to say. She and my grandmother had extremely shocked and confused expressions on their faces.

"My mother refused to drop her last name when she married so that is why my name is now ridiculously long"

"Wait, but why those last names?" my grandmother asked.

"You want to know about my family history? Well, okay" I said. I was confused but oh well. " My grandfather on my mother's side of the family is Charles Evenson Jr. His mother committed suicide because she thought her son had died of a lung infection back in 1920. So he grew up with only his dad, who he hates because he used to beat the crap out of him all of the time. Anyway, he eventually grew up and got married and had a family of his own. My mother was one of the kids that he had. Then there is the king side of the family. My dad's side. I had a great grandfather named Royce II. No one knows exactly what happened to him but he was mysteriously murdered a few months before my grandfather, Royce III was born. Well eventually he grew up, married and had kids of his own. My dad was one of those of kids. Well that pretty much sums up my family history."

I swear no words could ever even come close to describing the looks on my grandmother's and aunt Rosalie's faces.

Meanwhile I got the sense that I didn't know what the hell was going on.

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