I'm currently chained to my computer, typing like crazy to get Chapter 19 finished! hehe!!
The next morning I had my first morning sickness.
About noon, when I was feeling a little better, we checked in with Grandpa. He was expecting us. "What took so long?" he wondered. "Morning sickness," I groaned. I couldn't get the taste out of my mouth. He frowned. "Really? I would have thought you'd skip right over that..." He took my measurments for today and took an ultrasound. "You are about the size of an ordinary, healthy seven-months-pregnant woman, and the twins are healthy and developing perfectly. And the morning sickness shouldn't last long at all. In fact, I'd say you'll never have it again, or at least once more during the rest of your four-month pregnancy." he smiled at me reassuringly. I smiled back. "Good," I said in relief. "However," he continued. "I think I'll have to lower your pregnancy by another two months. The twins' heartbeats are relatively strong and their fingers and toes are completely developed. So I'd give you another few weeks, maybe less, until the twins are born." "Wow." I gulped. "Um...that soon?" "It's the records," Grandpa shrugged, smiling encouragingly at me. "But I know you two will make great parents." "Thanks, Grandpa." I was touched that he would say that. "We're going to be parents in a few weeks," I told Jacob. I just couldn't believe it. "I know," he agreed. Aunt Alice practically shoved us out of there, then, when we were done talking to Grandpa.
The three of us stared at the empty nursery room, dressed in tattered clothes, unsure where to begin. Aunt Alice walked around the room. "What are you guys thinking?" she asked, spinning to face us. Jacob hung back, unsure, while I boldly stepped up to face Aunt Alice. "Well, they're opostite genders, so no plain pink or blue. Maybe green with teddy bears going around the walls?" I looked at her. She grinned and her golden eyes sparkled. "Perfect! Brown teddy bears going around the walls..." She began to sketch the bear design on a piece of paper and showed it to us. "This good?" It was the perfect picture of a teddy bear, looking so soft and cuddly and life-like that I could only nod. She grinned and ordered Jake and I to start painting.
Jacob could easily reach the part of the wall where the ceiling meets the wall, and between the two of us, we finished painting the room moss green. We had lunch, which Aunt Alice made for us, while we waited for the paint to dry. It did in a few hours (with the help of the open windows) and we went back in to watch Aunt Alice make her teddy-bear masterpieces on the wall.
"How do you feel?" Jacob asked worriedly. The morning sickness had really freaked him out and he was now beyond the caring and helpful husband; it was more like 'obsessive worrying mother.' I rolled my eyes. "Fine. Morning sickness is normal. Don't stress yourself out so much!" I cradled his cheek. He sighed. "Sorry." I shook my head and smiled. Overprotective fool. We watched Aunt Alice for a little while longer, dancing around and painting. In a few minutes the green walls were decorated with life-like bears. She was a very talented painter and had used delicate brush strokes to make them look furry and used different color paints to make patches on some of them. I hugged her. "Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you!" I squealed. "This so perfect!" She looked at me, all smiles. "Just wait until the furniture comes in!" she said.
Jake and her lifted the heavy furniture (they both insisted that it was too heavy for me to carry) upstairs and I directed them where to put it. Since each end wall had a window, one crib went in front of each. I liked the idea of my babies being able to look at the stars at night. The changing table went on the south wall (the wall across from the door was the north) below one of the teddy bears to the left of the door. The rocking chairs went next to each other in the corner on the right of the door, separated by a white stand with a white lamp on it, that Aunt Alice had picked out without me knowing. The lamp was very pretty; it had brown, green, and white buttons in the clear glass stand. The shade was white with small green polka dots on it and green lace edged around the bottom. She had also picked out thin white lace curtains and a white oak dresser, in which she neatly folded all of the clothes; both of our choices. She even had to hang up a few outfits in the white-painted closet on the north wall.
The three of us stood in the doorway, looking at our hard work. The nursery was as pretty as a picture out of a magazine. I kissed Jacob and hugged Aunt Alice. "Thank-you," I whispered to them both. "This is the perfect spot for our children." We admired it for a while longer.
Aunt Alice left in a little while which left the house to just Jacob and I. For once in my pregnancy, I wasn't tired. I hated to feel so run-down all the time. Jacob and I finally had time to ourselves, sitting on the brown couch.
"Hello, Mrs. Black," he said, smiling at me.
"Hi," I replied like a moron. It was all I could say when he was staring at me with those irresistable dark, dark eyes.
"So how are Jennifer and Jeth?" he asked, smiling. He put his hand on my stomach.
I smiled. "They're good. A little crowded. And they love you."
We stared into each other's eyes for a while. I knew that neither one of us could wait to hold these babies in our arms.
"So I've been thinking," I said, taking his warm hand in mine. "What about Jennifer Alice? Aunt Alice has been so good to us and very helpful..."
"It's perfect," he answered immediately. "Jennifer Alice Black. Alice will be honored." he rolled his eyes, probably thinking of Aunt Alice's overwhelming joy at the baby's full name. She might crush us with her hugs in her excitement.
"What about Jeth?" he asked. His eyes brightened in a minute. "Oh! How about Emmett?" I grinned. Uncle Emmett was definetly Jacob's favorite 'brother.' "I like that," I said. "It has a nice ring to it. Jeth Emmett Black. I love it!"
"Who are the godparents?" he asked.
"Why have only one for each baby?" I asked. "Aunt Alice can definetly be a godparent for Jennifer but I think Leah and Rose could also be her godparents. And for Jeth, definetly Seth, Uncle Emmett, and Uncle Jasper, too. Anyone else you want to add to that?"
Jacob made a face. "Does Rose have to?" He whined. "Aw, c'mon!" I said, punching his shoulder. "You know you love her!" "Not in a million years," he muttered. He sighed. "Okay, though. Sam should be the godfather, too." I nodded. "Sounds great!"
"So it's all set," Jacob said. "We have the names, we have the godparents. Now we have to wait."
"Wait." I sighed.
Jacob put his hand back on my stomach and the babies kicked a while. In the darkness I heard his breathing speed up, his heart race.
"Jake?!" I put my hands on his face. "What's wrong?"
He took a deep breath. "I just realized that we're going to be taking care of these guys! They're alive! They have needs, wants, and it's our job to provide them with those needs! Aren't you scared at all?" He asked. "You seem so calm about bringing these two into the world. But I'm absolutely terrified. Think back as far as you can remember me. I was never a good caretaker for you. I played with you, sure, but I was never left alone with you. And now I'm going to be a dad. I know I'll mess up somehow, screw up their lives in someway. I'm not...not good at this! But you'll be the perfect mother, just like Bella is. I already love these kids, but I know I'm not good for them. I'm just glad they have you."
I was angry. How could Jacob think like this? He was all wrong.
I took his warm face firmly in my hands. "No! I'm equally as terrified! Probably more because I'm the one who actually gives birth? And you were the perfect caretaker! You were the only one I liked to take care of me! All I remember of you is that you fed me, rocked me to sleep, and read me stories, just like you will with these two. You were never left alone with me because everyone refused to leave me alone! Especially Aunt Rose. True, she questioned your ability to take care of me, but I never doubted that you would be a great dad someday. And, hey, we'll screw up together! We have to do this together; we have to take care of them. I'm scared, too. Thinking about being a mom, especially to twins, is very scary and mindblowing to me. But we have each other. And Aunt Alice and all of the other godparents. We have Billy and mom and dad and grandpa and grandma. But you have to stop thinking like this! It's wrong!" I was practically yelling now, and tears were rolling down my cheeks.
"Hey, hey, shhh!" Jacob murmured, catching the tears and wiping them away. "I'm sorry I made you so upset!"
"You can't have these feelings, Jake."
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. But you're right, we do have each other and our families. That's comforting at least."
I was still bothered by his remarks. I was biting my lip, thinking of what else I could say to him. Suddenly I gasped. "Oh!"
"What's wrong?"
I was holding my stomach. "I think...I don't know...ah!" I gasped again as that strange pain twisted in my stomach.
"Nessie!? What's going on?" Jacob flicked on the light and rushed back to my side when he saw my position. "Hey! Talk to me! What happened?"
I just shook my head at him, unable to talk through the pain.
Jacob dashed to the door, nearly taking it off its hinges. "Carlisle!" he yelled into the cold forest. "Carlisle, come quick!"
The next morning I had my first morning sickness.
About noon, when I was feeling a little better, we checked in with Grandpa. He was expecting us. "What took so long?" he wondered. "Morning sickness," I groaned. I couldn't get the taste out of my mouth. He frowned. "Really? I would have thought you'd skip right over that..." He took my measurments for today and took an ultrasound. "You are about the size of an ordinary, healthy seven-months-pregnant woman, and the twins are healthy and developing perfectly. And the morning sickness shouldn't last long at all. In fact, I'd say you'll never have it again, or at least once more during the rest of your four-month pregnancy." he smiled at me reassuringly. I smiled back. "Good," I said in relief. "However," he continued. "I think I'll have to lower your pregnancy by another two months. The twins' heartbeats are relatively strong and their fingers and toes are completely developed. So I'd give you another few weeks, maybe less, until the twins are born." "Wow." I gulped. "Um...that soon?" "It's the records," Grandpa shrugged, smiling encouragingly at me. "But I know you two will make great parents." "Thanks, Grandpa." I was touched that he would say that. "We're going to be parents in a few weeks," I told Jacob. I just couldn't believe it. "I know," he agreed. Aunt Alice practically shoved us out of there, then, when we were done talking to Grandpa.
The three of us stared at the empty nursery room, dressed in tattered clothes, unsure where to begin. Aunt Alice walked around the room. "What are you guys thinking?" she asked, spinning to face us. Jacob hung back, unsure, while I boldly stepped up to face Aunt Alice. "Well, they're opostite genders, so no plain pink or blue. Maybe green with teddy bears going around the walls?" I looked at her. She grinned and her golden eyes sparkled. "Perfect! Brown teddy bears going around the walls..." She began to sketch the bear design on a piece of paper and showed it to us. "This good?" It was the perfect picture of a teddy bear, looking so soft and cuddly and life-like that I could only nod. She grinned and ordered Jake and I to start painting.
Jacob could easily reach the part of the wall where the ceiling meets the wall, and between the two of us, we finished painting the room moss green. We had lunch, which Aunt Alice made for us, while we waited for the paint to dry. It did in a few hours (with the help of the open windows) and we went back in to watch Aunt Alice make her teddy-bear masterpieces on the wall.
"How do you feel?" Jacob asked worriedly. The morning sickness had really freaked him out and he was now beyond the caring and helpful husband; it was more like 'obsessive worrying mother.' I rolled my eyes. "Fine. Morning sickness is normal. Don't stress yourself out so much!" I cradled his cheek. He sighed. "Sorry." I shook my head and smiled. Overprotective fool. We watched Aunt Alice for a little while longer, dancing around and painting. In a few minutes the green walls were decorated with life-like bears. She was a very talented painter and had used delicate brush strokes to make them look furry and used different color paints to make patches on some of them. I hugged her. "Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you!" I squealed. "This so perfect!" She looked at me, all smiles. "Just wait until the furniture comes in!" she said.
Jake and her lifted the heavy furniture (they both insisted that it was too heavy for me to carry) upstairs and I directed them where to put it. Since each end wall had a window, one crib went in front of each. I liked the idea of my babies being able to look at the stars at night. The changing table went on the south wall (the wall across from the door was the north) below one of the teddy bears to the left of the door. The rocking chairs went next to each other in the corner on the right of the door, separated by a white stand with a white lamp on it, that Aunt Alice had picked out without me knowing. The lamp was very pretty; it had brown, green, and white buttons in the clear glass stand. The shade was white with small green polka dots on it and green lace edged around the bottom. She had also picked out thin white lace curtains and a white oak dresser, in which she neatly folded all of the clothes; both of our choices. She even had to hang up a few outfits in the white-painted closet on the north wall.
The three of us stood in the doorway, looking at our hard work. The nursery was as pretty as a picture out of a magazine. I kissed Jacob and hugged Aunt Alice. "Thank-you," I whispered to them both. "This is the perfect spot for our children." We admired it for a while longer.
Aunt Alice left in a little while which left the house to just Jacob and I. For once in my pregnancy, I wasn't tired. I hated to feel so run-down all the time. Jacob and I finally had time to ourselves, sitting on the brown couch.
"Hello, Mrs. Black," he said, smiling at me.
"Hi," I replied like a moron. It was all I could say when he was staring at me with those irresistable dark, dark eyes.
"So how are Jennifer and Jeth?" he asked, smiling. He put his hand on my stomach.
I smiled. "They're good. A little crowded. And they love you."
We stared into each other's eyes for a while. I knew that neither one of us could wait to hold these babies in our arms.
"So I've been thinking," I said, taking his warm hand in mine. "What about Jennifer Alice? Aunt Alice has been so good to us and very helpful..."
"It's perfect," he answered immediately. "Jennifer Alice Black. Alice will be honored." he rolled his eyes, probably thinking of Aunt Alice's overwhelming joy at the baby's full name. She might crush us with her hugs in her excitement.
"What about Jeth?" he asked. His eyes brightened in a minute. "Oh! How about Emmett?" I grinned. Uncle Emmett was definetly Jacob's favorite 'brother.' "I like that," I said. "It has a nice ring to it. Jeth Emmett Black. I love it!"
"Who are the godparents?" he asked.
"Why have only one for each baby?" I asked. "Aunt Alice can definetly be a godparent for Jennifer but I think Leah and Rose could also be her godparents. And for Jeth, definetly Seth, Uncle Emmett, and Uncle Jasper, too. Anyone else you want to add to that?"
Jacob made a face. "Does Rose have to?" He whined. "Aw, c'mon!" I said, punching his shoulder. "You know you love her!" "Not in a million years," he muttered. He sighed. "Okay, though. Sam should be the godfather, too." I nodded. "Sounds great!"
"So it's all set," Jacob said. "We have the names, we have the godparents. Now we have to wait."
"Wait." I sighed.
Jacob put his hand back on my stomach and the babies kicked a while. In the darkness I heard his breathing speed up, his heart race.
"Jake?!" I put my hands on his face. "What's wrong?"
He took a deep breath. "I just realized that we're going to be taking care of these guys! They're alive! They have needs, wants, and it's our job to provide them with those needs! Aren't you scared at all?" He asked. "You seem so calm about bringing these two into the world. But I'm absolutely terrified. Think back as far as you can remember me. I was never a good caretaker for you. I played with you, sure, but I was never left alone with you. And now I'm going to be a dad. I know I'll mess up somehow, screw up their lives in someway. I'm not...not good at this! But you'll be the perfect mother, just like Bella is. I already love these kids, but I know I'm not good for them. I'm just glad they have you."
I was angry. How could Jacob think like this? He was all wrong.
I took his warm face firmly in my hands. "No! I'm equally as terrified! Probably more because I'm the one who actually gives birth? And you were the perfect caretaker! You were the only one I liked to take care of me! All I remember of you is that you fed me, rocked me to sleep, and read me stories, just like you will with these two. You were never left alone with me because everyone refused to leave me alone! Especially Aunt Rose. True, she questioned your ability to take care of me, but I never doubted that you would be a great dad someday. And, hey, we'll screw up together! We have to do this together; we have to take care of them. I'm scared, too. Thinking about being a mom, especially to twins, is very scary and mindblowing to me. But we have each other. And Aunt Alice and all of the other godparents. We have Billy and mom and dad and grandpa and grandma. But you have to stop thinking like this! It's wrong!" I was practically yelling now, and tears were rolling down my cheeks.
"Hey, hey, shhh!" Jacob murmured, catching the tears and wiping them away. "I'm sorry I made you so upset!"
"You can't have these feelings, Jake."
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. But you're right, we do have each other and our families. That's comforting at least."
I was still bothered by his remarks. I was biting my lip, thinking of what else I could say to him. Suddenly I gasped. "Oh!"
"What's wrong?"
I was holding my stomach. "I think...I don't know...ah!" I gasped again as that strange pain twisted in my stomach.
"Nessie!? What's going on?" Jacob flicked on the light and rushed back to my side when he saw my position. "Hey! Talk to me! What happened?"
I just shook my head at him, unable to talk through the pain.
Jacob dashed to the door, nearly taking it off its hinges. "Carlisle!" he yelled into the cold forest. "Carlisle, come quick!"
-Renesmee-
By the time we landed for THE LAST TIME, I was really tired, despite sleeping like a rock the entire time.
"Emmett is going to personally ensure your permanent skin tone becomes bright red," Jacob remarked.
I scowled at him; I hated that I blushed so frequently.
"But I like it," he grinned. "It makes you look cute."
"Are you on his side or mine?" I almost growled at him. I was NOT in the mood for this.
"Yours," he said, still grinning.
"Great. Then please be more supportive."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, saluting me.
"Whatever," I mumbled as we stepped into the cab.
* * *
By the time we reached Forks, I was still incredibly tired.
The last thing I remembered was steeping out of the cab, and making it eight steps before my legs folded underneath me and Jacob's warm arms catching me before I fell.
I blinked my eyes closed, too exhausted to move.
By the time we landed for THE LAST TIME, I was really tired, despite sleeping like a rock the entire time.
"Emmett is going to personally ensure your permanent skin tone becomes bright red," Jacob remarked.
I scowled at him; I hated that I blushed so frequently.
"But I like it," he grinned. "It makes you look cute."
"Are you on his side or mine?" I almost growled at him. I was NOT in the mood for this.
"Yours," he said, still grinning.
"Great. Then please be more supportive."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, saluting me.
"Whatever," I mumbled as we stepped into the cab.
* * *
By the time we reached Forks, I was still incredibly tired.
The last thing I remembered was steeping out of the cab, and making it eight steps before my legs folded underneath me and Jacob's warm arms catching me before I fell.
I blinked my eyes closed, too exhausted to move.
10. Tell him only to address you in a cute English accent.
9. Call him Carlisle, but be sure to pronounce the “s”. When he corrects you, give him a weird look and tell him the “q” is silent.
8. Ask if blondes really do have more fun.
7. Inquire as to what he actually does on his night shift on the hospital, with all the pretty nurses in the ER.
6. Instead of telling him to “get lost” in an argument, tell him to swim to France.
5. When he annoys you, respond with “times have changed, old man”.
4. Ask what type of superhuman power compassion is – what does he do in a fight? Love thy enemy to death?
3. Leap out from behind the desk in his study when he isn’t expecting it and spray him with Holy Water.
2. Call him McSteamy or McDreamy.
And the Number One way to annoy Carlisle Cullen?
1. Run around the Emergency Room screaming “I’ve been bitten! I’ve been bitten!”
9. Call him Carlisle, but be sure to pronounce the “s”. When he corrects you, give him a weird look and tell him the “q” is silent.
8. Ask if blondes really do have more fun.
7. Inquire as to what he actually does on his night shift on the hospital, with all the pretty nurses in the ER.
6. Instead of telling him to “get lost” in an argument, tell him to swim to France.
5. When he annoys you, respond with “times have changed, old man”.
4. Ask what type of superhuman power compassion is – what does he do in a fight? Love thy enemy to death?
3. Leap out from behind the desk in his study when he isn’t expecting it and spray him with Holy Water.
2. Call him McSteamy or McDreamy.
And the Number One way to annoy Carlisle Cullen?
1. Run around the Emergency Room screaming “I’ve been bitten! I’ve been bitten!”
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