Broken Promises

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters but write simply for the pleasure of exploring my favorite characters a bit more. HOWEVER, it would appear that as long as I change the names of my characters I can get a book published and lure in readers from the same old audience and laugh at the author of my inspiration. Can anyone say Fifty Shades of Grey?

She cried out in pain, her tinkling voice shattering the glass of the home built out in the middle of the woods. This wasn't how her life was supposed to go – there was never supposed to be any pain. He had promised that he'd never hurt her. He lied. Biting down hard Renesmee sat up, struggling against the hold of her father and Uncle Emmett. She had gone into labor, prematurely – again. This was their ninth attempt to have a family – a child to heal and close the divide that was forming between them.

"I fuckin' hate you," Renesmee snarled out, eyes narrowed, hair matted to her forehead and the back of her neck. She glared hatefully at the man who has been her husband for the last two years. "LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO ME!" Her father tried to calm her down with words as her Uncle Jasper tried to use his powers. She hated them too – all of them; especially Jacob Black and her mother, Bella, for what they've done to her. Jacob, the man who had impregnated her – again – only stood back watching the whole chaos with a look of deep concentration as if he was a doctor or watching some movie or TV show just anticipating a monster to explode from her stomach. Bella had spent Renesmee's entire life convincing her that she was some kind of superwoman just by association. That if she, a human girl, could survive birthing a half-vampire child then that same half-vampire daughter could survive birthing a half-wolf child.

Against her better judgment Renesmee looked down at her stomach. She could see It clawing desperately to get out of her wound, out of Its confines, seeking room to expand. It was more wolf than human – it's a monster.

She looked on helplessly as Jasper turned and ran out of the room; either unable to withstand the onslaught of emotions or maybe the smell of warm blood. She was free now to feel anything and everything this creature had to offer.

Renesmee cursed at her husband; called him a freak, a monster and a selfish bastard for forcing her into this. Somewhere in between the contractions, the breaking of her water and Carlisle calming telling her to 'bear down' she'd lost the ability to form coherent sentences, to gather her thoughts and maybe if the pain wasn't so excruciating and searing she could possibly understand what 'this' meant: their relationship, the imprinting?

Her whole being felt like it'd been left under a running showerhead. The smell of sweat and body fluids disgusted her, turned her stomach and she cringed as Esme rushed forward and hugged her, telling her 'it's okay to cry but focus on pushing like Grandpa says'. She wasn't even aware that she had been crying but now that she was, the tears came full force. She cried from the pain, the perfect life that she was promised at birth and had been denied ever since. She cried of embarrassment and bitter mirth as she screamed to them that she will not be doing this again.

She gritted her teeth and pushed. She pushed away all thoughts of the act that she was performing and focused on something other than the now. She could hear her so-called dear and loving 'cousins' outside, the children of Emmett that her dear Auntie Rose wanted so desperately. She tried to push past their snickering and whisperings, each knowing their 'mother' could not wait to see the baby and discussed her possibly changing the baby as if they were talking about the weather.

Renesmee wailed out in pain. It was too much – it was excruciating and she wanted to escape it – be free of it and everything that brought it. She continued reaching for this ideal – it had to exist, it just had to. Ahead of her there was a door in her line of sight. She could vaguely hear her father calling out to her, telling her to focus. She ignored him and opened the door – there was nothing but darkness inside. It was cool, dark and most of all quiet. With a small burst of a giggle she ran into the room and shut the door behind her, welcoming the silence and numbness like a long lost friend.

Sitting down in the middle of the nothingness she just sat…and stared.

Renesmee wasn't sure for how long she stayed in her room, in her Fortress of Solitude but she was pulled back far too soon. She came back to the world – reality – with the stubborn reluctance and attitude of a child pulled away from her favorite TV show to wash the dishes. As she opened her eyes she was greeted with the loving and beautifully wonderful smiles of her family. She was relieved to find the pain gone and sat up slowly taking in the world around her.

"How are you feeling Renesmee?" Bella asked cautiously.

"I feel great." Renesmee answered returning a bright and careful smile of her own. The only person missing was Jacob but she couldn't find it in her to care. In fact, she was relieved to find him absent and could almost entertain the idea that he never existed, that he never imprinted on her and their life together was just a cruel, sick and twisted dream.

"You've been in a comatose state." Carlisle spoke up. "For…four weeks," Renesmee only raised an eyebrow before shrugging her shoulders and scooting back to rest against the headboard. She busied herself with straightening out her sheet as her family exchanged glances asking one another a question that she frankly couldn't give a damn about.

"Would you like to see the baby?" Bella blurted out suddenly. Renesmee felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room, her hands frozen in the middle of their straightening motion and her heart stopped.

That's right. She was pregnant with a – a monster.

"I'll go get Jacob and the baby," Bella chirped and darted away with Edward right behind her. The rest of the family remained silent and uncharacteristically still. Never in her whole life had they ever looked more like vampires.

"Here he is," Bella sung quickly returning to Renesmee's side as Jacob slowly walked in, a small bundle in his arms wrapped up in a fleece blanket. Her eyes narrowed as a frown formed as she glared at the blanket and the bundle inside it – both foreign to her.

"Show Nessie the baby, dear," Esme said gently. Jacob had stopped just within the doorframe, his body tense and a low growl rumbling from the back of his throat. He seemed uncertain and mistrusting of the vampires that were all smiling back at him.

"Jacob," Bella hissed her tone cold and authoritative. Renesmee caught a quick blur of movement, Bella's hand ordering Jacob to come to her. Reluctantly and yet obediently Jacob walked into the room, the baby cradled in his arms protectively. Renesmee didn't flinch nor look away as he cautiously walked up towards her, his eyes locked with hers.

She could only quirk an eyebrow in mild interest as realization dawned on her that it wasn't the coven vampires that he didn't trust but her. She almost found it laughable how angry and embittered he looked. He wasn't the one that had to carry the spawn in his womb nor did he have to deal with the excruciating pain of birthing it, feeling it tearing her from the inside in Its mad and psychotic attempt to escape into the world of light.

Renesmee's frown deepened as Bella stepped back excitedly, no doubt overjoyed with the idea that her daughter would meet the baby she so-lovingly carried for a month. Carefully and filled with tender, love and care Jacob shifted the baby in his arms allowing Renesmee full view of him. With a bored expression she looked at the baby. Light skin complexion that was richer than her own, a head full of black hair that was straight sat atop a round, fat face of a lightly snoozing babe. It had full lips, lips that moved as it quietly suckled on its tongue. The hands were fat and balled up tightly. Instead of knuckles there were dimples.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Bella cooed with the same expectant look upon her face. The smile and bright eyes cracked slightly as Renesmee remained indifferent towards the baby. "Jacob let her hold him." Bella ordered roughly elbowing Jacob causing the baby to let out a low mew of agitation.

"No," Renesmee stated calmly and flatly before Jacob could find the words to disagree.

"You have to hold the baby, dear." Esme said softly with an encouraging smile. The rest of the Cullens shared in the same expectation.

Before Renesmee could argue or delay the need to physically touch It Bella had the baby placed in her lap, her arms forced up to hold the thing as Jacob growled angrily and even shoved her away with a harsh, "Bella!"

The thing was warm and heavy seated in her lap. It didn't take long for his eyes to open, to investigate the change in temperature and the cause of the possible commotion. His eyes were a rich, chocolate brown – he had Jacob's eyes. The two look at one another – mother and son – with a polite interest.

Renesmee knew what was expected of her – of them. That with this one glance they'd immediately bond as mother and child just like she did with Bella. She'd realize that all the discomfort and pain experienced was all worth it because she'd brought this beautiful bundle of joy into the world. There was no denying that the baby was beautiful. Everything about him screamed for any passing soul to want to take care of him, to cater to his every whim and make sure he was happy.

But…she doesn't want to. She can't love the thing that hurt her so much – that made her wish she was dead.

The baby having looked at the woman before him long enough began to cry. His voice was loud, shrill and it hurt Renesmee's ears. Without any hesitation Renesmee removed her arms from the back of the baby's head allowing him to free fall back. She smiled darkly as his eyes opened wide in surprise at the sudden lack of support and his cry only increased.

"Nessie!" The Cullens yell out but Jacob managed to stop the baby's fall. The baby was quickly cradled in his arms. The fleece blanket secured around him and was cooed at.

"Nessie, what were you thinking?" Rosalie hissed out, her fingers twitching to hold the baby that Jacob was now rocking and softly whispering to.

"He started to cry. I don't like him crying." Nessie stated matter-of-factly not showing a hint of remorse for her callous act. Her father stood next to her mother, a frown etched onto his face having heard her thoughts and lack of desire to become attached to it.

"The baby has a name," Edward stated coldly.

"What is it?" Renesmee asked out of curiosity. She didn't have to like it but she could at least consider calling it by its name.

"It's Edward Ja," Bella began but was cut off by Jacob.

"No! His name is William Ephraim." Jacob stated with a smile that beamed with pride. Had Renesmee been in a joking mood, she would have flinched, shielding her eyes and demanded a pair of sunglasses or that Jacob tone down the bright smile. Instead, his pride, love and adoration for the thing were just nothing short of annoying.

"And you want to name him Edward Jacob?" Renesmee asked her mother who seemed hurt that Jacob had interrupted her and did not want the name that she had originally chosen if Renesmee had been a boy. Bella slowly nodded her head and Jacob watched the exchange with a heavy frown. The child seemed to mirror Jacob's frown as he easily lifted his head up and looked around the room at the people and objects around. The baby had a fat fist resting at the base of Jacob's throat before playfully swatting his father in the face.

"And you want to name him…?"

"William Ephraim," Jacob supplied having paused in his game of making nom-nom noises around the baby's first before continuing. The baby loved the game that they were playing and even gurgled at the name given him by Jacob.

"Edward Jacob it is then." Renesmee stated coldly before lying back down on her bed.

She would not hear any more of Jacob's arguing about sticking with the name thathe had come up with. She had birthed him and she would name him. If Jacob and the rest of the Cullens cared for the baby so much then they could allow 'Jay', as he was nicknamed, to tax all of their time.

Jay's growth had seemed to have slowed down since his initial birth – or at least compared to Renesmee's own. Carlisle had chalked up the almost near-normal growth to Jacob's genes and the news was only a disappointment to Renesmee for it meant having to care for him the actual allotted eighteen years' time.

Bella, Rosalie and Esme had hoped that over time mother and son would bond but after a year it became perfectly clear that it would never happen. Jay avoided Renesmee at all cost and Renesmee found another reason to hate him when Carlisle informed her that she'd never be able to birth children. In a mad attempt to escape the womb, Jay had, quite literally, attempted to eat his way out of her. Her womb was nonexistent and without a bit of tissue remaining it was impossible for her body to heal. She may have been part vampire but vampires could not grow missing limbs back. Sure she didn't want any more children but she couldn't stand the fact that someone had taken that ability and right away from her. It angered her even more to realize that the one that stole from her was the most beloved creature in their world.

"Irony's a bitch." Jacob had made the comment one day as a three-year old Jay contented himself playing with a train given to him by Jasper.

Jacob and Renesmee were seated ten feet apart from one another and it was the closest they had been since the failed introduction. He must've noticed her contemptuous glare fixed on their son while her hand unconsciously rubbed her barren stomach. Also, Renesmee had made it no secret that she blamed E.J. for her loss.

Hearing the comment Renesmee vowed to make Jacob pay for his callous remark for the rest of eternity and his precious little Jay would suffer as well.

Irony wasn't the only bitch – payback was one too.

A/N: Alright so still in my angst ridden mood and continued with Renesmee.