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All Grown Up: The Story of Jacob and Renesmee	By : VanessaWolfe Category: Twilight Series > Het > Jacob/Renesmee Views: 19932 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Jacob
"It's too early. I don't want to go to work," I said as I nuzzled my face into Nessie's neck. We were in our bed, I was already dressed for the day but I'd gotten back in just to hold her for a minute and now I didn't want to get out. It wasn't for the usual reason, I was worried.
"I know, but its only a half day, besides Rachel and Daddy are here."
"I just hate leaving you."
"You can call every hour, okay?"
"I will." I heaved a sigh. "Okay I'm going, I love you." I kissed her lips, and her tummy, then rolled out of bed. It was killing me to leave her, as I left the house I wondered how I would make it through the day.

Renesmee
Once Jacob was out of the room I let the mask drop and my face twisted in pain. My stomach started hurting the day after my baby shower. It wasn't cramps or nausea, I was still able to eat. It wasn't any kind of pain I'd ever felt, it felt tight. Grandpa said the most reasonable explanation was that my body was having trouble expanding, that it had gone as far as it could without causing me pain. It started as I was preparing dinner, I was making tacos and I was pretty excited about it too. It started off slow, but then suddenly the pain doubled, then doubled again. And it stayed right at that level, it never let up, never got any worse. If it did get worse, there was no way I was ever getting out of bed. I didn't get out of it much now as it was. The really torturous part was that even though I was always in bed, I couldn't sleep. I hadn't slept for more then about 2 hours in a row since the pain started. But I would never let Jake know how bad it was, it would kill him. It would do no good for both of us to be miserable.
The hovering had started again, even if Jacob was here, there was always another family member or two around. It was usually one of my parents, or Grandpa. He had written down his hospital schedule on the memo board in the kitchen so we'd know where he was if I needed anything. Like before, I mostly wanted to be left alone. I only wanted to be around Jacob, but when he was gone, I had to admit it was a relief to stop pretending I was fine. Sometimes I wondered though, maybe they were right. Maybe it wasn't good for me to be left alone.
There was a light rapping on my bedroom door. I sniffed the air and thought, come in Daddy.
"Still the same?" He asked as he came through the doorway with a glass of blood. I nodded.
Join me for breakfast?
"Of course," Daddy said with a smile. "You know, without mentioning any names, certain family members are envious of you that you have a reason to cheat," he said gesturing to my glass of human blood as he sat up beside me in bed.
Haha, I thought as I gulped down my breakfast, you aren't going to tell me though are you, because they only thought it they didn't say it.
"You are correct."
Lame, Dad.
He chuckled and put his arm around my shoulders. I set my finished glass on my night table and curled into his side. Now that Jacob was gone, it was safe to let my tears out.
Daddy it hurts so much.
"I know it does," he said in a soothing voice.
It's going to get worse I just know it is. If the baby is still growing, it's going to get so much worse. She has no more room, I thought.
Flutter flutter.
"Ow! Honey I know you are cramped. I hope you are just a little uncomfortable and not hurting. Mommy's sorry," I sobbed.
"Ness do you want me to try and listen to the baby?"
Oh yes! I thought as I sat up.
"You and I couldn't really communicate before you were born, but I could sense how you felt. Your child may not be as far developed as you were, but I'll see what I can get."
I was quiet and tried to clear my mind so he could concentrate on hearing the baby's thoughts and not mine. The room was silent for a few moments as he listened.
"She isn't in any pain," he finally concluded. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. "You were right, the baby is feeling a little constricted, but she's not in any pain."
Is it a girl?
"I can't tell, I couldn't with you either. I doubt the baby has the mental capacity to know the difference at this point."
I don't think I can do this for three more weeks.
"You can, I have no doubt. You are every bit as strong as your mother."
Hardly, but if I'm going to be strong, I might as well actually get dressed today.
"Sounds like a plan, would you like me to send Rachel up to help you?"
Yeah.
He gave me a gentle squeeze and went to go find Rachel. A moment later she came through my opened door holding the book she'd been reading. As she set it on my dresser she said, "So your Dad says you are pretty much the same?"
"Exactly the same."
"Being a mom isn't easy, hun."
"Yeah, I'm seeing that." I said as a cautiously got out of bed.
"I'm thinking a dress today, I can hardly stand the thought of stepping into a pair of pants. I'm not really feeling the need for underwear today either." I chose a light, pale blue sundress with spaghetti straps. Rachel helped me out of my nightshirt and into my dress.
"I want to do something, at least try to distract myself. Wanna come into the music room and listen to me play the piano?"
"Sure, I don't think I've heard you play since you were little."

Edward
From upstairs I heard my daughter begin to play one of her own compositions on the piano. She was making it up as she went along. That always made me want to burst with pride, she was so very creative. As she played she was thinking about her child and trying to remind herself that it will all be worth it in the end. I wanted to tell her she was right, but I tried not to answer other peoples thoughts unless they were intentionally speaking to me through them. Usually.
The song was bright and cheerful, Nessie was such a talented pianist. I heard the notes in her head a few beats before I heard them out loud. It made for an interesting effect, sort of like a round. As I listened, the notes in her head abruptly stopped, then so did the ones she was playing. Her thoughts became incoherent, a jumble of panic and fear. Then, I heard her voice in my head as loud as if she had screamed it in my ear.
DADDY!
I flew up the stairs and burst through the door to find her sitting at the piano bench with Rachel, staring in disbelief at the puddle between her parted legs. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with horror and her mouth in an O of shock. No no no no no, she was thinking. It's too soon.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed my father. I held the phone with my shoulder as I scooped Ness up and took her down the hall to the room that was set up for her to give birth in.
"Yes?" he answered.
"Nessie's water broke." I heard the wind rushing and I knew he was on his way. "Rachel is here." I added as I gently set Ness on the hospital bed.
"I'll be right there." His phone snapped shut.
"Jacob!" Nessie cried out. I need Jacob! she thought. Her breath was coming in short gasps, her hand was on her stomach and her mind was filled with flickering images of his face as I dialed.
"Edward?" he said with part surprise, part concern.
"Come home, Nessie's going into labor." I heard what sounded like something metal clatter to the floor.
"What? It's too early!" he shouted.
"I know."
"FUCK!" I heard him tell somebody that his wife was in labor, and he was leaving. "Let me talk to her." I handed Ness the phone as Rachel was in the background snapping on gloves.
"Jake, come home!" she moaned.
"Baby, I'm coming, you are just fine okay? You are both fine." I heard him assure her.
"No we aren't, it's not time yet!" she insisted. I averted my eyes as Rachel pushed up Nessie's dress and hastily threw a hospital sheet over her lower half.
"Rachel and Doc are gonna help you."
"Jacob, I need you here," she sobbed. "He can't come now, he cant!"
"I'm coming, I'm not even taking the car I'm running. I'm gonna phase now so I can get there faster, okay?"
Nessie just cried.
"Do not try to wait for me, if he's coming just let him. I'll be right there, I love you both." After he hung up Nessie still had the phone pressed to her ear. I gently pried it out of her hand as she was trying to do math in her head.
Three weeks, about twice as fast, so that's six weeks. Well over one month, maybe two. What if it's two?
"Ness, babies who are born two months early can be just fine, remember this baby is not human it might be more developed." Her eyes widened and her mind went blank, she was in a kind of pain no father wants to see their child in.

Renesmee
Over my scream I heard Rachel telling me I am having a contraction, that this is what's supposed to happen and it's okay.
No, not yet.
"I take it back, I can do three more weeks, I take it back! He can't come now he isn't ready yet!" There were hands all over me sticking on pads, attached to wires, attached to things that were beeping incessantly.
"Ness he's coming, you need to stop hyper ventilating and breath." But I couldn't. Jacob, I need Jacob.
"I need to see how much you are dilated okay?" Rachel said lifting up the sheet, I felt two of her gloved fingers go inside of me and I squirmed at the pressure. Grandpa came in then, he and Rachel were all business. She told him how far I was dilated, he nodded and said to me,
"Don't push until we tell you to alright? Even if you feel the urge just wait."0
Good, I thought, I don't want to push. It was then Momma came in, her face full of worry.
"Mom!"
"Oh sweetie, its all right." she said rushing to my side.
"No it isn't! Mom it isn't time yet."
"It must be, when the baby says its time, it's time." I just kept shaking my head.
Grandpa put his hand on my shoulder. "Nessie, if you want me to, I can attempt to give you an epidural. There should still be enough time for it to take effect. With humans it takes anywhere from thirty to sixty minutes." I struggled to remember the conversation we'd had about it before. With many medications, my high body temperature burned them off before they could work, just like always happened with Jacob. But with the epidural, there would be a constant stream of the medication going into my body.
I agreed to the epidural, and Grandpa moved around at vampire speed to prepare it. The contraction plus the tight pain was too much. I didn't want one, but I didn't see how I could get through this without it. I felt week for accepting it. I knew giving birth was going to hurt, and hurt badly, I'm not an idiot. But I didn't think the pain of childbirth would be coupled with this other pain I'd been having the past few days that had now intensified. I had planned on no pain meds, I wanted to be brave like my mom. When I came too soon my mother refused relief from her agony and told my father to just get me out. And my birth had been far more violent then this, well so far anyway. I wanted to be brave and strong for my child, like she had been for me.
This was not what I wanted. I wanted a joyful birth, with my husband holding my hand, but right now he was running through the fucking woods on all fours with his pants in his mouth.
I saw Daddy's lips move, a human wouldn't have heard anything at all, but I knew he was saying something. I just couldn't make it out, it sounded like a low hum.
Rachel slid her hands under my back and pulled me up. "You gotta sit up for the epidural hun." I sat on the edge of the bed, closed my eyes and braced myself. "Not yet Ness," she said when she saw my tense up. I let my body relax, well as much as it was going to. Rachel's voice came from behind me, "We'll warn you, don't worry." I was so angry at myself and my body. I hated myself for not being able to hold on to my baby for just another week. If I could have, that would be like having at least another 2 weeks to cook, because my pregnancy was just slightly over twice as fast. If I could have just hung on for a few more days, it might have really made a difference. What if her eyes were not ready and she couldn't see or something, can that happen?
I heard Daddy humming again and then a cool pair of arms wrapped around my shoulders and upper back, my mothers scent enveloped me.
"Ness, you can't control when the baby comes. There is nothing you could have done and this is not your fault. Not even a little bit. You ARE strong and brave." I buried my face in her shoulder, I just wanted Jacob here, for this to all be over and to have my baby safe and healthy in my arms.
"Ness, even though I doubt any kind of infection would hurt you, I'm going to disinfect the area before I put insert the epidural just to be safe," Grandpa told me. I jumped at the cold wetness I felt on my back. I did as he instructed and hunched over, rounding my back.
"I'm going to insert the epidural now." I braced myself and held my breath, wrapping my arms around my mothers waist. I was glad I hadn't looked at the needle. It was a tiny pinch compared to what was going on in the rest of my body. "I put in more then I would for a human, we'll just have to see how it works. You can lie back down now."
But before I could, another contraction hit me hard. My body tensed up and I dug my nails into my mothers back. She gripped my shoulders and told me, "Just squeeze me as hard as it hurts, it's okay you know you won't hurt me." I knew she was right, I gritted my teeth as I clawed her stone back. I felt the fabric of her shirt rip under my fingers.
"Nessie, you have to breath," Rachel told me. I could hold my breath a little longer then the average human, I was still holding it from the epidural. I sucked in quick, sharp breaths through my teeth as I tried not to scream.
"Ness, just let it out, you will feel better," my Dad told me.
No, I don't want the baby to hear how much this hurts.
"Ness." My Dad said my name, almost sternly. They said I should let it out, so I did. When it passed I saw Rachel write something down on a notepad and my mom helped ease me back into the bed. I was quiet for a while, the epidural started to ease the pain I'd been feeling the past few days, it remained to be seen if it would do anything about the contractions.
I heard a loud crack downstairs and I jumped. "Jake?" I called hopefully. I heard feet pounding up the stairs. Daddy ran into the hallway and spoke quickly and quietly.
"Okay, okay!" Jake shouted in irritation. When I saw his face I felt so much better, for a second. His eyes were wide with panic, I could hear my own panic in my voice.
"Oh, Jacob!"
He ran to me, wearing only his work jeans, he grabbed my face and covered it in kisses.
"You are okay, you are both okay." I wasn't sure which one of us he was trying to convince.
"No we aren't! It's too early!" I argued with him.
"Ness, my sisters were born seven weeks early, didn't I ever tell you that?" I shook my head. "And is anything wrong with them now?" I shook my head. That was kind of hard to argue with, but it still didn't make me feel any better.
"What if he's sick?"
"Then Doc will take care of him, you know that there's literally nobody else in the world who can take better care of our baby then him."
"I know."
He seemed to have himself well enough convinced, but he couldn't truthfully say that the baby wouldn't be sick. Since Jake was here now, my parents both kissed me then left the room, promising they would be right outside. Things were quiet and with Jake's arm around me, I managed to calm down. The house was silent, I heard quiet sobbing coming from the hallway.
I mouthed to Jacob, who is that? He shrugged. "Everybody is out there."
"Everybody?"
"Yup." Even though somebody was crying, probably Mom, the thought of everybody being here was comforting. I strained to hear the whispering, it was only once voice. I looked at Jacob questioningly.
"Jasper is praying, he's been doing it since I got here," he told me. I smiled.
"Thanks Uncle Jasper," I whispered.
"Welcome," came his quiet voice from the hallway, then the whispering started up again.
The next contraction was worse, again I screamed, as I squeezed Jacob's hand so hard I heard a bone crack. He claimed I didn't break anything, but when the next contraction hit, he offered me his other hand. At the end of that one Rachel checked to see how far I was dilated, I was at six centimeters. When I got to ten, I could start to push. The hours passed and Rachel continued to check me. The epidural had taken away the lesser pain of the tightness, but it wasn't effective enough for the contractions. Grandpa said I was burning the medication off too quickly, and it just was not possible to get it in me any faster. After the longest, most intense contraction yet I fell back on the bed and tears streamed down my face.
"I can't do this!" I cried to the ceiling.
"Ness-"
"Jacob I'm scared, I can't!" I sobbed. He grabbed my face and forced me to look at him.
"Renesmee. Yes. You. Can. There is NOTHING you cannot do."
He was as sure of this as he was that the sun would rise tomorrow morning, that fall would come after summer, and there are seven days in a week. He'd said it with such conviction. His faith in me was so unbreakable. I found the strength I needed in his eyes.
Rachel put her hands under the sheet to check me one more time with her gloved hands. She told grandpa that I was now at ten centimeters. "It's go time girl, next contraction we are pushing." She informed me. "Are you ready?"
I took a deep breath. "Rachel that's a very loaded question," I told her.
"I was only being polite you know. I hate to tell you, you don't have a choice hun," she laughed as she pulled the stirrups out of the bed and helped me put my feet in them.
"Yeah, I know."
"Have you been feeling like you want to push yet?" Grandpa asked from somewhere behind me, where he was busy doing something I couldn't see but I could hear.
"Only on that last one."
"Perfect, just listen to your body and do what it's telling you to do." I was tense as I waited for the next one to hit. When it came, Rachel told me to bear down and push hard. I could see out of the corner of my eye Grandpa was wheeling in scary looking equipment. I told myself it was a good thing that it was here, and if we needed it, we would use it, and it would help the baby. I tried to push it out of my mind and focus.
The pain was growing, but at the same time it felt good to be able to push. Through each contraction Rachel had me push for 10 seconds, then take a break for 10 more. I could feel the baby getting lower, I knew I was making progress. I held Jacob's hand and he stroked my hair to sooth me as I pushed. He whispered in my ear telling me how much he loved me, that I'm doing so well. Even though I was in agony, I now knew that I could do it. I will do anything for my child, and it starts now. Rachel's head was under the sheet that had been pushed up to my knees.
"She's crowning," Rachel announced to Grandpa, who nodded.
"I can see the head," she told us. "Jacob do you want to see?"
"No, no. I don't want to see until Ness does."
"Well one more push and the baby will be here."
Wow.
"Really?" I asked.
"It's a big push, but yeah." I started getting a little nervous. Jacob kissed my hair and put a towel Grandpa had just handed him onto my chest.
"Almost there babe." he said into my ear.
When the next one started I thought to myself, okay here we go. I put my chin to my chest and grabbed my knees, Jacobs arm was around my shoulders. I pushed as hard as I could, I felt like I was surely being ripped in half. I was vaguely aware of Jacob's hand rubbing my back. I needed to hear my baby cry, I knew if they didn't this could be a sign of a problem. Lung issues, lack of oxygen...
"The head is out! No more breaks, push push push!"
The worst pain out of the whole birth, was without question pushing the baby's shoulders out. If I found myself still intact later it would be a shock.
"Worst part is over," Rachel said once the shoulders were out, "keep going, keep going!" she urged me.
"Almost, almost!" Then I could feel that the baby was out. I opened my eyes and it was like time had stopped, it was going to slow it was barely moving, I swear my heart stopped as well. Rachel was saying something as she held my baby up for me to see for the first time, my son, but I couldn't hear her. I couldn't hear anything at all because I was waiting for him to cry. His skin tone was the perfect mix of ours, his eyes were closed and he had a beautiful head full of his fathers hair. Jacob's hair...I'd gotten my wish, now my only wish was to hear him cry. I was unable to take a breath as I waited for my child to take his very first one. Please God, let him cry. I reached out my arms for him, and after what felt like weeks of deafening silence, he opened his tiny mouth and let out a wail that would have made Janis Joplin herself proud.
"Oh, thank you!" I cried with the greatest relief I had ever felt in my life.
Rach set my son, Anthony Jacob, on my chest and started rubbing him with the towel to clean him off.
"Jake look at him, he's a tiny you!" I managed to tear my eyes away from the baby to look at Jacob, who was smiling with tears running down his cheeks.
"I know."
Grandpa handed Jake a pair of scissors.
"Congratulations Mom and Dad. Jacob, would you like to cut the umbilical cord?"
Jake nodded and wiped his eyes. Grandpa saw me wince and assured me, "There are no nerves in the cord Nessie, neither of you will feel a thing."
Whew! Jake cut the cord where Grandpa showed him. Rachel bundled my son up in the towel and took him from my chest.
"We just have to check him hun." she told me. I watched like a hawk while my arms ached for him.
"That doesn't look like checking," I said in an accusatory voice, my eyes focused on the two pronged tube that was stuck in Anthony's nose.
"He's breathing on his own right?" Jake asked
"He is, this doesn't breath for him, it's a CPAP machine," Grandpa said. He could tell by the look on my face that I was not satisfied with that answer, so he went on. "It stands for continuous positive airway pressure. It keeps air flowing just to remind him to breath, premature infants tend to forget. He doesn't seem to be having any problems, but I want to have him on it now just to get him going. I'd like for him to wear it while he sleeps for now."
"We can deal with that. Can I have him back now?"
"Yes, just one moment Ness."
Grandpa quickly taped the tube in place and Rachel pushed my bed towards the wall so I could hold Anthony and he could stay hooked up to the machine. Grandpa handed the tiny wrapped up bundle to me, my little bundle. Ours.
"Come here my little boy," I said.
His eyes were opened now. As I looked into my child's eyes for the first time, I was shocked to see they were a brilliant green. The eyes my father had as a human.
"Woah, I thought all babies had blue eyes?"
"Once in a while one doesn't, its not very often," Rachel said.
"He's one of a kind," Jake said lovingly. As I had dreamed of seeing, Jacob leaned down and pressed his lips to our child's forehead. I held Anthony close to my chest, then I held him out to Jacob.
"Here," I said. Seeing Jake hold our son for the first time made everything worth it.
"Scoot over so we can sit with you," Jake said. I looked at him like he'd lost his mind.
"Jacob, I can hardly feel my legs and I just pushed a person out of me."
"Oh crap, sorry. Want me to help you?"
"Yeah, but be very very careful."
"I will," he promised. He handed Anthony back to me, then very gently placed a hand under my knees and wrapped his other arm around me.
"Oh crap," I moaned.
"Sorry, sorry! Are you okay?"
"It's not your fault, that just hurt more then I thought it would." I held Anthony close to my chest and gave Jacob my best pouty face. He laughed.
"Fine you keep him for now." I snuggled him to my chest and felt his little cheek against my skin, his face was turned towards Jake. Jake sank down and put his head on my shoulder, his hand over mine which was on Anthony's back.
"We've been calling him "the baby" for so long, it's kind of crazy that he has a name now. Or we said "he" or "she" without really meaning it. Before we weren't sure who he was, but he's Anthony, and he's here now."
That didn't seem to make a ton of sense, but Jake agreed. We counted his fingers and his toes. Ten and ten, he was perfect. And he smelled so good.
"Hey, I'm your Daddy. I love you my little man."
"Hey, Ness," Rachel said. "Do you want to try and nurse him? He's probably hungry. If you're too tired I can make him a bottle."
"No, I want to nurse him, I'm not too tired."
"We'll leave you alone then. Call if you have any trouble and want me to come help you."
"I will."
She and Grandpa left the room after he told me he'd be right outside if we needed anything.
"Do you want me to go too?" Jake asked hesitantly.
"No silly, you've seen these before."
"Just checking." I moved Anthony so he was cradled in my right arm. I tried to wiggle my left arm out of the strap of my dress.
"Give me a hand hun?" Jacob helped me get my arm through the strap and I pulled the left side of my dress down. I carefully switched Anthony back to my left arm and brought him to my breast. "Are you hungry buddy?" I'd heard stories about babies who just wouldn't nurse and had to be bottle fed. So I'd been a little worried about it, I really wanted to do this. It was important to me. I pushed on my breast like Rachel had told me to, to get the milk going. It took him a minute, but he latched on and started sucking.
"He's doing it!" I said excitedly. "Good job!"
"That's awesome. He's a smart one, I can tell already." Jake rested his head on my shoulder as we watched Anthony have his first meal. Jacob smoothed out Anthony's hair.
"He has my hair, that is so awesome," he said softly.
"I know, I was hoping he would."
"Were you?"
"Yup," I answered. "Do you know who's eyes those are?"
"Well they aren't yours, and they aren't mine. Is there something you'd like to tell me?" He teased. I laughed.
"Shut up, they are my Dad's eyes."
"Oh man, my kid has his eyes. He's gonna love rubbing that in." He said smiling and shaking his head.
"Knowing him you are probably right."
"He has your ears though," Jake said, running a finger along the rim of Anthony's ear.
"Really?"
"Yeah look at it, at his earlobe."
"Oh, I guess he does. I never looked at my ears that close, I didn't realize you had. You are weird."
"You love me," he said.
"I do, so so much." I told him getting choked up.
"I love you," he told me. He sat up and nuzzled my neck as he had this morning in bed, before we became parents. "Thank you for...for giving me a son, for going through all that."
"I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been here."
"I knew I should have stayed home today. I was afraid I wasn't gonna even make it."
"So was I!" I said.
"Hey, you were the one who told me to go to work today."
"Yeah, yeah," I said and stuck my tongue out at him.
"Don't tease me like that," he whispered. I craned my neck towards him, being careful not to move the rest of my body and disturb Anthony.
"Come here then," I said. Jake kissed me tenderly.
"I love you, thank you." He said again.
Soon Anthony's sucking started to slow, until it stopped and his eyes got droopy.
"All done for now my angel?" I got my answer when his tiny eyelids closed.
"I love you, take a little nap now," I told him as I took him from my breast and pulled my dress back up.
I suddenly remembered that my whole family was here. I pictured them lined up straight in the hallway, waiting. I knew who'd be first in line.
"You guys can come in now Daddy."
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