3 months later...
"Come on." I whispered as i listened to Jacob's phone ring on the other end. "Pick up."
I whiped down the kitchen counters to give myself something to do. "Pick up, pick up, pick up."
"Hey it's Jake. Leave a message." His voicemail picked up.
I rolled my eyes. "Jake. What good does it do to have a phone if you never answer. I could be dying!" I huffed and hung up.
I set the house phone back on the hook and went into our room. I made the bed and grabbed the dirty towels from our bathroom. I pick up Jake's jeans and his cell phone fell out of his back pocket. "Ugh." I groaned and set it on the dresser.
The front door opened and shut again. "I'm home." I heard him set his keys on the kitchen table. "Hey." He smiled and kissed my cheek.
I crossed my arms and didn't move.
"Your phone? You left it here. I needed you to stop by the store to pick up some things before you came home. Guess who's going back out." I told him and dangled his keys in his face.
"It's pouring out there." He protested. "Can't I go when it dies down a little.
I noticed his dripping hair and rain soaked shoulders. "I guess." I smiled.
"Will you go with me?" He asked.
"Jake..." I sighed.
He put on a puppy face. I laughed at my metaphore.
"Please." He drug out the middle of the word.
"Fine." I giggled.
He kissed me and hugged my waist.
"I hope the baby has my responceablity." I smiled.
"Are you making fun of me?" He asked seriously, but I saw the laugh in his eyes.
"Yes." I played along. "Of your hair, and your tight shirts, and your muscles." I grined.
"Ha, ha, ha. You're hilerious." He chuckled.
"So when do we find out if we are having a girl or a boy?" He asked pulling away and grabbing a glass out of the cabnit.
I opened the fridge and gave him the jug of lemonaid. "Thursday."
"Sweet." She pourd his glass and gave the jug back. "Are you excited?"
"Yea." I smiled and closed the fridge. "I hope it's a girl." I told him and sat on the counter.
He leaned against my legs. "Why do you want a girl?" He asked and gulped the last of his glass.
"So I can dress her up in little dresses, and put bows in her hair." I ran my hands through his hair.
"But if it's a boy," He added. "I could teach him how to throw a football, get him a little power wheels."
"Yea. True." I sighed and rubbed his shoulders. "What do you want?" I asked him.
"A healthy baby." He said simply.
"Me too." I agreed and looked out the window. "Hey, it stopped raining."
"Are you ready to go?" He asked and took me down from the counter.
"Yup." I smiled.
He grabbed the keys and his wallet and we left..
"Okay guys. Are you ready to figure out what your baby is going to be?" The nurse was moving the wand around trying to find the baby in a good position.
"We're ready." I turned my head to look at Jake.
He smiled at me at looked back at the nurse.
"Your having....a girl."
Once we were back home I called Mom, who told Alice, Rose, and Esme. They were all over joyed. Alice because it was another doll. So I had Bella tell her she wasn't going to be allowed to dress up our daughter. Our daughter. It had a ring to it.
"Have you come up with any names yet?" I was over at the cottage talking to Mom.
"I have thought of some but I haven't made a decision yet." I told her as I sipped on my coffee I brought over.
She smiled at me. "What?" I smiled back.
"I remember when me and Edward were trying to think of a name for you. You do know where I got your name rom right?" She asked.
I shook my head. "No. You never told me. I guess because I never thought to ask.
"It's Rene and Esme for your first name. And Carslie and Charlie for your middle. That's why it's spelt different."
"Did you come up with it or did Dad?" I asked.
"I did. I was pretty proud of myself too." She laughed.
I laughed and my phone rang. "Hello?"
"Hey. When are you coming home? It's lonley." Jake pouted on the other line.
"I'm leaving in just a second. Why don't you start grilling the fish?"
"Okay. See you when you get here. I love you."
"I love you too. Bye." I hung up and walked over to Mom. "Jake's going to die if I'm not home before dark." I laughed and gave her a hug.
"Okay." She smiled. "Bye sweetie."
"Bye, Mom. I love you." I told her as I opened the door.
"I love you too. Be safe!" She called after me.
"I will!" I closed the door and walked over to my car.
I got the car and looked up in my rear view mirror. "God!" I jumped. I rolled down my window and glared at Emmett. "It's not funny! Whipe the grin off your face and stop laughing."
"Sorry squirt." She laughed and ran into the woods.
I walked into the house and shook out my hair. "Hey. You in here?" I called out.
"On the deck." He called back. "Ow! Crap!" He hissed.
I laughed and walked out there to him. "Almost done?"
He turned around and took his finger out of his mouth. "Burned my finger." He grined. "Yea. They are just now done." He took the fish off and and set them on two seprate plates. He had fresh cut green beans on the side.
"Wow." I told him as I sat down at the table. "You did all this by yourself?" I asked as I took a bite.
"Yes." He smiled.
"It's great." I smiled back. "Thank you." I leaned across the table and kissed him.
"Your welcome. Anytime." He replied. He was already done with one of his fish.
"So. We haven't decided on the baby's name yet." I told him as I drank a sip of my tea.
"Well, I'm not so good with the whole nameing thing. Maybe you should do it."
"But I wanted to do it together." I pouted.
He thought for a moment before he spoke again. "You think of a name, run it by me, and I will tell you what I think."
"Deal." I smiled.
"Deal." He smiled back. "So have you thought of any yet?"
"Actually, I was thinking we could name her...Sarah. After your mom." I got up and put my plate in the sink.
He didn't speak. I couldn't even hear him breathe.
"I know your mom would love it if we named the baby after her. I know it would mean alot to Billy, too. And it would mean alot to you." I ran the water and started to wash my plate and cup.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Absolutly. I wouldn't dream of nameing her anything else."
"We could give her your mom's middle name." He suggested handing me his plate and drying mine.
"Sarah Marie?" I thought about it. "I like it." I told him handing him his plate.
He put the plates and glasses up. "Sarah Marie Black." He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.
"I love it." I smiled.