RENESMEE POV
CHAPTER ONE
I wasn’t sure how I—or even if I—would get what I wanted. From my mom’s story, it was hard for her to get it. And yet, obviously since I was alive, she got it. I was a little embarrassed to be honest. I wasn’t even sure it would work. But it was true. I wanted a baby.
Truly, I was not old enough. I was only two and a half. But I looked old enough to pass for twenty-three. And I had the thrill of calling my mom “Bella” in public, since she looked younger than me. We were now saying she was my younger sister.
And my Jacob, sadly, still couldn’t pass for any older than eighteen. According to my mom, he had began to look younger over the years. I wasn’t sure if he would give me what I wanted. I mean, technically, we were married. But, did he really want a baby?
I know I did. I wasn’t sure if it was possible. I knew little about my vampire heritage, but I knew enough. Male vampires could get human girls pregnant, but female vampires could not become pregnant themselves. So here I was. The half-vampire. The outcast. The misfit. I had never had sex with Jacob before, so I had no idea if a half-vampire could get pregnant.
But tonight, I was not letting him out of that bed until we tried. I though about it, and maybe it wouldn’t be so hard. I had never let on that I wanted him in that way yet, but he had done more than enough to show me that he wanted to. Yes, maybe it would be easy.
It would be. I came to be that night wearing a replica of the nightgown my mother had worn on her honeymoon. Short, black, lacy, and revealing. Very, very revealing. (I don’t know what happened to the original, she wouldn’t tell me)
His eyes opened wide and he made no effort to hide his surprise. (And some other feeling—animal passion?) “What do you think?” I asked him before I crawled into bed next to him. “Oh ho ho,” he laughed. I smiled, a little embarrassed.
I didn’t want to tell him what I wanted, so I decided to just go for it. I started kissing him. He went along eagerly. They started out soft and sweet but grew much more vigorous as I opened my mouth to him. He seemed to be enjoying himself. So I decided to take it up a notch.
I kicked one leg around his hip. He hesitated for a second, obviously surprised, and I stopped breathing. Then my pleasure came back when he smiled and kissed me even more passionately than before. He seemed to now what I wanted to do and didn’t have a problem with it one bit.
He trailed his finger up my calf and around my knee. When he got to my thigh his hand froze. He grabbed a handful of lace that was tightly—but barely there—against my thigh. He seemed as though he wanted to rip it off very badly. But he was sparing my feelings. He looked at me for a moment, as if to get my permission. But instead of replying to his cautious behavior, I smiled and went back to kissing him passionately. And before I knew it, the lace was off of my thigh, off of my leg, off of my body. But he placed his hand back on my thigh and pulled my other leg around his waist as well.
Oh, wow, I can’t believe I though this would be difficult. Obviously, my Jacob was different than my father. Jacob was willing. Very willing. I grabbed his shirt with such force that I accidentally ripped three finger-sized holes it. But neither of us minded it. He helped me remove it from his chest and then I went to his belt. I undid it easily and his pants seemed to come down with it.
I hadn’t realized until now that we were not on the bed anymore. He was holding me up in the middle of the room. I noticed this when he placed my back on the bed. But I refused to let my legs let go of him. He cooperated fully and got onto the bed too. He pushed his body against mine but I felt none of his weight. Just the amazing feeling of being together. But we had not done it yet. He seemed to be clueless to actually pursue it. That’s my Jacob. Clueless, as always. So I sighed and gave him the clue of clues. He moaned in satisfaction as the world around us seemed to suddenly melt away.
CHAPTER ONE
I wasn’t sure how I—or even if I—would get what I wanted. From my mom’s story, it was hard for her to get it. And yet, obviously since I was alive, she got it. I was a little embarrassed to be honest. I wasn’t even sure it would work. But it was true. I wanted a baby.
Truly, I was not old enough. I was only two and a half. But I looked old enough to pass for twenty-three. And I had the thrill of calling my mom “Bella” in public, since she looked younger than me. We were now saying she was my younger sister.
And my Jacob, sadly, still couldn’t pass for any older than eighteen. According to my mom, he had began to look younger over the years. I wasn’t sure if he would give me what I wanted. I mean, technically, we were married. But, did he really want a baby?
I know I did. I wasn’t sure if it was possible. I knew little about my vampire heritage, but I knew enough. Male vampires could get human girls pregnant, but female vampires could not become pregnant themselves. So here I was. The half-vampire. The outcast. The misfit. I had never had sex with Jacob before, so I had no idea if a half-vampire could get pregnant.
But tonight, I was not letting him out of that bed until we tried. I though about it, and maybe it wouldn’t be so hard. I had never let on that I wanted him in that way yet, but he had done more than enough to show me that he wanted to. Yes, maybe it would be easy.
It would be. I came to be that night wearing a replica of the nightgown my mother had worn on her honeymoon. Short, black, lacy, and revealing. Very, very revealing. (I don’t know what happened to the original, she wouldn’t tell me)
His eyes opened wide and he made no effort to hide his surprise. (And some other feeling—animal passion?) “What do you think?” I asked him before I crawled into bed next to him. “Oh ho ho,” he laughed. I smiled, a little embarrassed.
I didn’t want to tell him what I wanted, so I decided to just go for it. I started kissing him. He went along eagerly. They started out soft and sweet but grew much more vigorous as I opened my mouth to him. He seemed to be enjoying himself. So I decided to take it up a notch.
I kicked one leg around his hip. He hesitated for a second, obviously surprised, and I stopped breathing. Then my pleasure came back when he smiled and kissed me even more passionately than before. He seemed to now what I wanted to do and didn’t have a problem with it one bit.
He trailed his finger up my calf and around my knee. When he got to my thigh his hand froze. He grabbed a handful of lace that was tightly—but barely there—against my thigh. He seemed as though he wanted to rip it off very badly. But he was sparing my feelings. He looked at me for a moment, as if to get my permission. But instead of replying to his cautious behavior, I smiled and went back to kissing him passionately. And before I knew it, the lace was off of my thigh, off of my leg, off of my body. But he placed his hand back on my thigh and pulled my other leg around his waist as well.
Oh, wow, I can’t believe I though this would be difficult. Obviously, my Jacob was different than my father. Jacob was willing. Very willing. I grabbed his shirt with such force that I accidentally ripped three finger-sized holes it. But neither of us minded it. He helped me remove it from his chest and then I went to his belt. I undid it easily and his pants seemed to come down with it.
I hadn’t realized until now that we were not on the bed anymore. He was holding me up in the middle of the room. I noticed this when he placed my back on the bed. But I refused to let my legs let go of him. He cooperated fully and got onto the bed too. He pushed his body against mine but I felt none of his weight. Just the amazing feeling of being together. But we had not done it yet. He seemed to be clueless to actually pursue it. That’s my Jacob. Clueless, as always. So I sighed and gave him the clue of clues. He moaned in satisfaction as the world around us seemed to suddenly melt away.