(A.N. Renesmee is eleven months old and the size of a five year old.)
Chapter 12:
(Edward's Pov.)
I rush away from my daughter, hearing her thoughts. I'm not showing emotion, because if I do, I don't know how I'll act. I'm frightened that I'll hurt someone.
When I get there, Bella is lying on the floor next to the toilet, her ghostly pale skin slightly flushed. Right away this is a bad sign, along with the smell of blood. Vampires stay one color and one color only. There's no blushing when embarrassed, no flushing in the cold. There is something wrong with my wife, and I plan to fix it.
I bend down and she lifts her head to see me. She whispers weakly, "Nudges Edward. It's another nudger." Before she passes out, she throws a dizzy smile my way. I would have smiled if she hadn't immediately woken up and retched up blood into the toilet, and then go back to being unconscious. She can't be pregnant; we're vampires for crying out loud!
Carlisle had instructed that we get home right away, and that was my plan. I didn't care about packing; I just grabbed Bella and ran to the Jet Ski, silently cursing myself for not bringing the boat back. Renesmee is still standing where I left her, trying to understand what was happening with her mother.
I see Nessie looking at me with determination and says, trying to be helpful, "I think she's puking up all the animal blood in her system. That should be the last of it."
I smile lightly at my small, young daughter. I say back to her, "Maybe you should ride on the other one. If there's no blood in her system, she'll be thirsty enough to drink anyone, anything. I already told Carlisle to get us a private jet, so the airport should be good."
She nods a brisk, firm nod and hops on her ski, turning the engine on. I prop Bella up between me and the wheel. I change it to a sitting position to better hold her. Everything is a blur after that, even boarding the jet. I sat in silence, not even worrying about my daughter, just stroking my wife's head, wishing she'd open those beautiful golden eyes.
(Renesmee's Pov.)
As we sit on the comfortable, white seats of the private jet, I let the worries for my mother drift away slightly, and think about home. My real home, in Forks. But my home is not truly in Forks, it's in Jacob's arms. Wherever he is, is home for me.
We land at the private run way Carlisle had apparently bought a few years ago, a familiar scent welcomed my nose and I run. I shove everyone out of my way, trying to reach him, wanting to feel his warmth. My heart warms as I physically feel him. He is near. I break through the cold wall that is my family, and straight into my person. My world.
Jake's arms lift me in a tight hug as he whispers, "Welcome home." And I am complete.
(A.N. So, things are starting to get exciting. Do you think Bella's pregnant? And if she is, what is it? Boy or girl? Or a better question, what species is it?)