Jacob Black
I picked up the phone from the kitchen counter. I dialed Renesmee’s number. Four tones.
“Hi, Jacob! I was just about to call you,” my angel said.
“Yeah, I guess I was faster…” I said sourly.
“Hey, I’m so sorry. I haven’t been fair to you lately.”
“No, you haven’t.”
“I’ll do whatever you want! I’m not really asking you to forgive me, but could you at least try not to be a pain in the ass? Please?”
“Sure, sure.” I’ll do my best.
“So, what do you want me to do?”
I guess I forgot about that offering. But I knew exactly what I wanted her to do. “Come home.”
She sighed. I sighed.
“About that,” she started. “Mom wanted to show me something.”
“Okay…”
“And don’t ask me what it is, because I don’t even know yet!”
“Fine. But you will come home tomorrow. Promise me that.”
“Of course. I miss you. A lot.”
“Yeah, I miss you, too.”
She didn’t say anything. I tried to think of a new subject.
I believe I managed pretty well.
“You told me Bella was going to show you something.” I heard her inhale, as if to speak. “Wait! I’m not asking you about what she’s going to show you. Did you tell her?”
“Oh. Um, yes.”
“How did she react?”
“Better than I thought.”
I laughed. “Yeah, Bella always surprises you, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” she said, and I could hear her grin.
“It was a rhetorical question.”
“Yeah, I know.” She chuckled.
I wasn’t sure if I really wanted an answer to the following question, but I asked her anyway. “Does Edward know?”
She sighed slowly. “Yes.”
“Who told him?”
“Carlisle thought him.”
“Oh, right.”
We were being experts on awkward silence, but someone had to break it eventually. That someone was me.
“How did he react?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t want to see that.”
“It’s not like he’ll kill you,” I said in an attempt to be funny. It didn’t work that well, since we both knew Edward Cullen hadn’t won the “Mood-Control Olympics”.
“He doesn’t speak to me. He doesn’t even meet my gaze.”
“He will have to get used to it.”
“Thank you,” she said. Then we both went quiet; someone was knocking on out front door. She heard that and greeted me quickly. “Love you!”
“Love you. Both of you.” I could hear her giggle as she hung up.
“Coming!” I said as I put the phone on the table. I walked to the door and put my hand on the doorknob.
I opened the door, and immediately closed it again. But he was faster, he’d put a foot between the door and the threshold.
“What do you want?” A tremble came down my spine, and continued towards my arms.
He scowled at me.
I opened the door a little further. “What do you want?” I repeated.
“What did you do to her?”
“What—“
“I think you know perfectly well what I mean, Jacob.”
The hell I do, filthy bloodsucker!
“Dog,” he said. I pushed him outside. So, this was the final fight…
“You bet!” he snarled.
I’m in for it! I phased. So, how come you decide to put up a fight today? I mean, you’ve had reasons before, haven’t you?
“Actually, I’m sort of doing this for you,” he said.
Hmm, good excuse, huh?
“It’s the truth.”
Yeah, right…
“I know what you feel like,” he said after a while.
What? No you don’t! I love her, and whatever she’s carrying!
“Hmm, why did I even try to be compassionate?” he murmured to himself.
Wait, what?!
He just stood there and stared at the ground. I got a little impatient and took a step forward.
Mistake.
He growled as he pushed me away.
I growled, too. Is that all you can do, bloodsucker?
Jake, what the hell?! I heard a voice say in my head.
Seth, stay out of this!
Edward froze.
No, you guys need to grow up! What are you fighting about this time? Ice-cream?
Not funny, Seth.
I’m not trying to be funny! I’m surprised you haven’t noticed yet; you fight about everything. Why can’t you just…
I tuned him out and looked at my enemy instead. He hadn’t moved an inch. Was he being scared of Seth?
I took my chance.
I threw myself on him. He didn’t react, but somehow I was pushed away.
Seth, this is between the two of us!
I wont let you! Think about this, please!
There is nothing to think about—
Renesmee? Bella? Me?
Just piss off…
Suddenly, Edward stood snarling at me. But in the next second, there was a crash, and he wasn’t there anymore. I looked around, trying to find his hiding place.
Instead of finding him, I saw a tiny, pale silhouette glowering at me and Seth.
Mostly me, though.
“Will you please explain to me why my brother’s future recently disappeared?” the silhouette accused.
Talking to a wolf, smart girl. She could have just asked her brother…
“Oh, wait. Dogs can’t talk,” she said, smug, just as if she’d heard my thoughts. I wanted to see if she felt threatened, so I took one step towards her.
Dang, she didn’t move!
“No!” I heard Edward yell. He reacted pretty slow…
“Jasper, calm him down,” Alice said, still looking at me.
I understood that it was the tiny leech’s partner who had moved Edward.
Hey, let’s get out of here, Seth thought.
Leave if you want to. I’m staying.
If you stay, I stay. I don’t leave without you.
Seth—
Don’t Seth me!
I ignored him. I hadn’t noticed that all of the vampires’ eyes were focused on something in the woods. I slowly turned my head.

Jacob held my hand during the whole test. He looked a little scared, and sort of happy, when Carlisle said that everything seemed all right. Carlisle also said that we’d probably ought to make a new test every week, since I was half-human-half vampire, and Jacob was a werewolf. He and the pack banned everyone who mentioned shape-shifter, and so I called him werewolf.
What a funny child! Third-human-third-vampire-third-werewolf… I wondered what it must feel like to be your own enemy. Would my child be a Smeagol/Gollum?
No. No, no, no. Schizophrenia and whatever this was could not be the same thing!
It wasn’t, I decided.
I asked Jacob to leave for a moment; I wanted to talk with Carlisle. He went out to the car, wary. Carlisle looked at me with concerned eyes.
“Is it really as good as it looks?” I asked when I knew Jacob couldn’t hear.
He sighed. “I don’t know. But if this would be a human child—which I doubt this is—everything would have looked great. So don’t worry.”
I didn’t really listen to what he said. I just looked right into his golden eyes. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but I was faster.
“What am I going to say to Mom?” I didn’t have time to think of another way to put that.
“I think the best way is to just tell her. She’ll find out eventually anyway.”
“Dad’s gonna kill me…” I murmured.
“No, he is not. I can talk to him, if you’d like?”
No! No way! “Um…”
“Or you can do it yourself.”
Okay, so I’d rather have Carlisle “telling” Dad than me doing it.
“Fine, but could you at least wait until, like, I don’t know, next week?” Dang, my voice broke.
“Tomorrow, or you will do it yourself.”
I clenched my teeth. “Fine.”

I smashed the door shut and put my hands on the wheel. Then I couldn’t hold it in any longer. The tears ran down my cheeks. Jacob took me in his arms. I sat in his lap, crying like I’d never done before in his presence. He didn’t say anything, he just comforted me by being there, stroking my back.
I hadn’t noticed it was dark until I heard my phone ringing. I tried to ignore it, but Jake took it out of my pocket.
“Hi, Bella, it’s Jacob,” he answered it and gave me a meaningful eye. I groaned. He listened to what she said. And then he handed me the phone.
“Renesmee Carlie Cullen, where are you?”
I started the engine. “I’m on my way. Where do I meet you?”
“The big house.”
I cut her off. I switched on the radio and pressed the accelerator.
“Can you turn up the volume?”
He pushed the button three times.
“Louder…”
“Nessie—“
“Just do it! I don’t want to think!” And I didn’t. I didn’t think. I just sang, or maybe shouted, along with the songs. I didn’t want Dad to hear my thoughts.
As soon as we got to the house, I flew inside. “Mom!”
She was there in the third of a second. “Let’s go outside.” She dragged me with her. I was very thankful to the fact that she understood that I didn’t want Dad here.
We hunted in silence. I caught a few foxes, my favorite. But I couldn’t keep this inside anymore.
And neither could she.
“Renesmee, what’s wrong?”
I took a deep breath. “Mom, please don’t kill me…” I whispered.
“Hon’, why in the world would I want to kill you?”
“I’m pregnant.” There, I said it.
“What?! You’re pregnant?”
Oh, no. Oh no, no, no! Don’t kill me! Please don’t…
She stared at me for two and a half seconds. It felt like years.
“Come here,” she said and embraced me. “Why would I want to kill you?”
I ignored her question. Mom, I’m scared.
“Yes, I know.”
That’s not very comforting. Just so you know.
She chuckled. “Sorry.”
We started walking back towards the house. Mom held my hand; she really knew how to comfort me.
We talked about my day. About the test, that everything looked good. We talked about her theories. She had actually thought of pregnancy earlier, but she’d thought it was impossible. Not literally impossible, though, but she just couldn’t believe it.
We also talked about her becoming a grandmother at the age of 43. Sort of…
She never mentioned Jake or Dad, and neither did I. I was just beginning to relax a bit when we saw the opening in the forest.

”The hospital?” he said, almost accusing.
I glowered at him.
”I thought you didn’t want—”
”Yeah, well now I do,” I said, a little too much rage in my voice. He looked out the window and I sighed. How would I put this in a good way? ”Jake, you have to help me,” I whispered as I turned onto the one-oh-one. He took my hand and turned towards me. I felt weird, dizzy. I was looking for something, though I didn’t know what.
”What’s wrong?”
I wasn’t really sure if he was asking about what I said or what I did — but I was focused on something else...
No. This wasn’t happening. Not again. I stopped the car and ran outside.
And then I threw up.
”Ew,” I heard myself say. Ew, ew, ew! ”You got a napkin or something?” I coughed. I heard the dry leaves on the ground rustle as he walked to a tree.
”Er, I hope this is okay...” He handed me a few leaves.
”Thanks,” I managed to say, and sat down on the wet road. For once I was glad we lived here. The rain would take away the smell. Not that many people wandered along the one-oh-one.
Jacob sat down beside be and stroke my back. I breathed heavily. I thought this was the time to... negotiate?
”What am I going to say to Mom?”
”Well, I am not an expert on planning difficult conversations—”
”Please, Jacob. Please help me.”
”I don’t know how!”
”You must have one idea, at least.”
”I’m not sure...”
I tried to be sneaky. ”Tell me something.”
”What?”
”How did Mom tell you about me?” Mohaha, it worked!
”That’s not my story to tell...”
Bastard! Are you trying to keep the truth from me?! ”Oh, I believe it is.”
”Why don’t you just ask Bella?”
You’re not just a liar, you’re stupid too. I glared at him. ”I sort of asked her yesterday, but she didn’t exactly answer my question.”
”What did she tell you?”
”That’s not my story to tell,” I hissed and repeated Jacob's earlier statement.
”Oh, come on!”
”Fine. She told me her ‘story’” I could feel him stiffen beside me.
”Okay...”
”But she stopped at the part where she got pregnant.”
”Oh...”
I waited for him to say something else. But he didn’t.
”So I was kind of thinking that you might tell me more about that.”
”I don’t know—”
”Or do you thing I should ask Rosalie?” I tried to sound really sarcastic, and I succeeded. But, obviously, that didn’t help a lot.
”That is a great idea.” He rose. ”Feeling better?”
”Depends...” I hurried to the driver’s seat and started the engine. There was a moment of silence, but then my phone rang. At first I thought I’d just let it ring, I had the feeling it was Dad. But I figured it might have been Carlisle, too.
I picked it up from my pocket. Carlisle calling, the screen said.
”Renesmee Cullen,” I answered it.
”Hey, it’s Carlisle. Where are you?”
”I’m on my way. Had to stop for a moment...” Such a wonderful moment.
”Okay, I see. Just wanted to make sure you were all right.”
”I’m fine. Meet you in five.”
”Bye.”
I hung up. I tried to stop the panic in my stomach, but it wasn’t easy.
”She showed me.”
What?!
”What?”
”Bella showed me she was pregnant.”
”How?”
”Well, Nessie, you see, when a woman is pregnant, her stomach gets kinda huge.”
”Do you think I’m retarded?!” I didn’t mean to sound so angry, but I couldn’t help it.
He chuckled. ”Calm down. She showed me her stomach.”
I thought about that for a moment. I glanced down at my stomach. No, it’s not big enough, my inner voice told me. But I had promised Mom to tell her what was wrong.
I didn’t have more time to think about that, we were already at the hospital. I opened the door to the car and walked slowly outside, staring at my feet. Suddenly there was another pair of shoes on the ground. I took a deep breath, and looked up to meet his eyes. My Jacob. He looked like he was trying to compose his face, but I knew he must have been more scared than I was. I took his hand in mine and smiled.
I love you, I thought as we started walking out of the rain and into the warmth of the hospital, though the temperature didn’t really matter.
He gave my hand a gentle squeeze.