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Neighbours	By : That-Girl-Han Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 2455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“There it is,” Heather pointed to the screen, “your baby. And that noise is your baby’s heart beat.”
I squinted at the black and white screen, trying to make out the various shapes. Then, like with any optical illusion, it finally clicked. There it was. Our baby. I squeezed Jacob’s hand tightly. He was standing beside me, leaning over looking at the monitor with the biggest grin he could muster.
“As I said,” Heather said, pulling away and dropping my t-shirt back down. “If you’ll look here, you can see that it’s dated you at 11 weeks and 1 day.” Heather tapped the screen. “Everything looks good. The baby’s heart rate is healthy. No signs of abnormalities or problems. Do you have any questions?” She turned to us.
I peered up at Jacob who nodded. “Uh, yes. When is it that you can see the gender?”
Heather nodded as switched off the ultra-sound and pressed a few buttons on the machine. “Usually, that’s at twenty weeks. If that’s something you want to find that then you could either make an appointment to see me when you’re twenty weeks or we could find out at a later scan.” She bent down and snatched something from the machine. It was a picture.
“Here you are.” She handed it to me. “I’m just gonna go fetch your files. I’ll be right back.”
I stared at the picture in my hands. That’s my baby! Even though it looks a little like a squishy potato and a bit alien like.
“It’s amazing,” Jake said, taking the picture from my hands and bringing it closer to his face. “That’s our baby!”
“I know!” I snatched the picture from his hand, and began to look at it intently. “It’s unbelievable! It’s weird to think that it’s like…inside my belly.”
Jacob grinned down at me as Heather walked back in with an arm full of folders and paper. She set the load down on her desk with a clank and dropped in her seat.
“Righto!” She chimed as she pulled a pen from her ear and began to write on a folder. “The folder here is entirely about your pregnancy, development and so on. You’ll get a few bits and pieces to take back home with you, so you know what’s happening. It’s mainly here to help us track your pregnancy. We’ll see each other when you’re sixteen weeks, twenty five weeks, twenty eight weeks, thirty one weeks, thirty four weeks, thirty six weeks then thirty eight and finally forty. So, if you look here…”
As exciting as this was, I soon found myself bored and not even remotely paying attention to Heather when she showed me how to write my name on the document. I mean. yay for having a baby and all. But must there be a billion papers to sign and fill out? I had to admit, I mostly just sat there day dreaming about lying at a beach in sunny Spain with Jacob at my side along with our baby. Ah bliss.
“Ready?”
I jumped a little and blinked a Jake. “Pardon?”
“Ready to go?” He raised his eyebrow at me like I was crazy person. “Heather’s finished….”
“Oh.” I cleared my throat and looked over to where she was sitting. Her chair was empty. Ooh. Ooops. “Yes.” I nodded, feeling a little naughty. I had better stop doing that.
On our drive home we had decided two things. One: Jacob would cook the dinner while I tided up the house and made it acceptable for proper company. Two: I needed to cut down on baked beans because I had more gas than humanly possible. The second is something every woman wants to hear from their loving boyfriend. ‘Jesus Christ, Ness! Phwoarrr!’ I, personally, don’t see what the big fuss was about. I opened the window, apologized and everything. It isn’t like when he passes wind, he starts howling with laughter to himself.
When we got home, I went straight for a wee while Jake headed for the kitchen to crack on with dinner preparations as our parents would be coming over at two. And it was half-eleven now. When I had finished in the bathroom, I came downstairs and in to the kitchen where Jacob had the radio on and was chopping vegetables. I headed over to the table in the middle of the room, where a bag with all the stuff from Heather was sitting. I pulled it open eagerly and pinched the baby picture from the top where I dropped it in when we got in the car. I spun around to the fridge and placed the picture on the metical skin.
“There,” I stepped back and folded my arms. It looked good, I had to admit. Our little baby’s picture was stuck on our fridge. Granted, it was a being held up by an old Disney princess magnet but that’s neither here or there. It was so weird actually seeing our baby. “What should we call it?” I casually asked Jacob who was still engrossed with chopping vegetables.
“What?” He gave me an odd stare. “We can’t call it anything until we know what it is.” He explained like he was talking to a five year old.
“No, I know that.” I rubbed my nose. “I meant for now. So we won’t have to keep calling it ‘it’ or ‘the baby’.”
“Riiiight.” He raised his eyebrow at me before turning back to the carrots. “I suppose we could name it something for now.”
“Exactly.” I nodded. “How about…Squishy head?”
Jacob let out a guttural laugh. “Squishy head? You’re not series, are you?”
“Might be. It’s catchy. This is Squishy.” I grinned at him. “I like it! Squishy Black.”
Jacob paused. Then I realized what I said. Black. His last name. I hadn’t discussed that yet with Jacob. In fact, the thought hadn’t even really crossed my mind. It just came out. Like projectile vomit.
“Black?” He asked, setting the knife on the chopping board and turning around to face me. I didn’t know what he was feeling, his face was completely blank.
“Uhh,” I pursed my lips. “Yeah. That’s your last name, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is.” His voice was controlled as was his face.
I was stumped on what to say next, so I just simply shrugged and made a weird noise in the back of my throat. It sounded like I was choking or something. “Is there, er, a problem?” I asked raising an eyebrow at him, trying to play it cool like he was.
“No.” He tilted his head to the side. “Is that what it’s – Squishy’s- last name is going to be?”
I pulled my mouth in to a tight line. “Uh, I suppose? I didn’t think it’d be an issue.”
“It isn’t.” His mouth twitched at the side. “I just assumed it’d,” I gave him a hard look “Squishy, sorry, would take your last name.”
I shook my head. “Oh. Well, we could double barrel it. Black-Cullen or Cullen-Black.” I bit my lip. “But, so you know, I’m happy with just Black.”
“Really?” He asked, slowly cracking a smile.
“Yeah.”
Jacob turned back around and picked up the knife and begun on a new carrot. “And I suppose it’ll be easier when we get married.”
What?! Married?! Was I day dreaming again when he asked me to marry him or something?! I reeeaally need to stop doing that. I leaned my elbow on the counter and looked up at him. “Married?”
“Yeah.” Jake casually nodded as if I asked him if he wanted tea. “Later on, I mean. You know, it’s not like we have to rush out now and get hitched. We’re still only young.” He looked at me, waggling the knife in the air. “Is that something you’d want? To marry me?”
I mouth suddenly felt dry. “I, er, ngggh.” I coughed. Oh god. This talk of marriage made me nervous. Was it something I wanted? YES. Did I sometimes –a lot- dream about our wedding and what dress I’d wear? YES. And have I already planned our honeymoon trip? Damn right!
“Of course.” I smiled at him before leaning in and brushing my lips against his. He dropped the knife from his hand and reached for my hips, pulling me closer. Instinctively, my own arms wrapped around his neck. His tongue entered my mouth. I let out a heavy sigh as the kiss really kicked itself up a notch. We continued to kiss like this for what seemed like forever. But suddenly, Jacob had me pinned against the counter, his groin grinding my own.
“Jake,” I breathed heavily between kisses. “We…uhg…can’t.”
Kiss. “Why not?” Kiss.
Shoving his shoulders away, he pulled back with his lips still pursed. I let out a giggle. “Heh, stop it. I need to sort out the house. Our parents, remember?”
Jacob dropped his arms around my waist. “Fiiiine.”
I ducked under his arm and moved away. As I pulled my t-shirt back in to place, I noticed Jacob giving me a funny look. “What?” I asked.
“You aren’t making an excuse because of last night, are you? Because I didn’t mean to do that.”
I gave a slight shake of my head. “You mean when we were in the shower and you dropped me then I banged my head on the wall?” I teased. “You talking about that? Or when you accidently elbowed me in the face when we were in bed?”
“Right,” Jacob raised his index finger. “I slipped in the shower. And I didn’t ‘drop’ you. Only your head actually fell. And I’ve already said sorry about the elbow thing but you really shouldn’t be so fidgety.”
I let out a laugh. “Sorry my head got in the way of your elbow. But, just so you know, pillows are actually made for heads. Not elbows.”
“Ha-ha-ha.” Jacob said sarcastically and it made me laugh. “I’ll remember that when you want one of my pillows for your back.”
“I wouldn’t need one of your pillows if you didn’t try and bend me in ways that a person shouldn’t go.”
Jacob snorted. “That isn’t what you said the other night.” He poked his tongue out at me.
“Hah. You’re funny.” I joked back.
“Yeah,” He turned back around to the vegetables. “All the other ladies seem to think so.”
“Is that so?” I raised an eyebrow. “Sure it’s you they find funny and not your willy?”
Jake dropped the knife and practically ran over to me with a sly grin. I let out something between a scream and a laugh as I pegged it to the hallway. I didn’t get far before I felt Jake’s arms wrap around me and pull me back, against his chest.
His hot breath blew my ear. “What’s funny?” He said as he begun to tickle me.
“Hah, urggnn..Noothing..gnn” I managed to get out through fits of laughter. Me and tickles never went well together. I’d always end up like donkey having a seizure with the whole snorting and flapping my limbs around like I’d been set on fire.
“Nothing, huh?” He laughed in my ear while he kept up with the tickling.
I gasped for breath. “Arhh…ngng…stop….urrng…it.”
Slowly, Jake eased up until he was just leaning over me, his front pressed against my back and his arms wrapped around my waist. “Alright, I’ll let you off.” He said before kissing me on the cheek and letting me go.
I pushed some hair out of my face and spun around to look at me. “Good.” I huffed, rubbing my hot cheek. “Because if you didn’t I’d had no other choice but to give you the karate chop of death.”
Jacob let out a throaty laugh. “Karate chop of death? Scary.”
“Damn straight.” I nodded. “I am Master Sensei.”
Jacob chuckled while turning back to the kitchen. “Alright, Sensei. Go karate chop the dirt and mess. It aint gonna do itself.” He called over his shoulder before disappearing in to the kitchen.
Cheeky bugger. But he’s right. Since I don’t have magic powers like Marry Poppins or have willing creatures like Cinderella to clean the house up for me, I had better get cracking. I grabbed the hoover from the little cupboard under the stairs and began my quest to get this house sorted.
Once I finished doing all the hovering downstairs, I was nearly convinced that if the floor was clean, people wouldn’t notice the state of the actual room. Of course that’s not true but I just couldn’t be arsed to carry on. But I kept at it, thinking of the calories I’d be losing by busting my butt around the house. Then the thought of calories made me hungry so I had to go have a packet of Monster Munch, regardless of Jacob’s moans about how I’d better finish my all my dinner if I’m gonna pig out…blah blah. So, I gave him a look and said. ‘Jake, this is me we’re talking about. I’ll finish my own dinner and probably yours, so chill!’.
After my little snack, I continued to tidy up the house until every room in the house was completely spotless. Just as I was finishing scrubbing the loo, the doorbell went.
“I’LL GET IT!” I cried, quickly shoving all the cleaning supplies under the sink. As I ran out in to the hall way and was about to climb down the stairs, I saw Jacob head towards the door. “I’ve got it!!!” I shouted as I ran down the stairs and grabbed a hold of the door handle just moments before him. I didn’t miss the strange look he gave me, either.
I swung the door open and grinned. “HI!” My grin slightly dropped when I realised it was my Mum. Holding a very large white plastic bag.
“Hello!” My Mum sang before pushing past me. “Ohh, it is nice. Lovely colour you’ve painted this.” She walked in and examined the paint work.
“Hello sweets.” My Dad kissed me on the cheek as he entered the house. “Hello Jacob.” Dad extended his hand and firmly shook Jakes, while he was holding on to a bunch of flowers with his other. “Cracking house.”
“Uh, thanks.” I pushed the door shut and turned around to face them. They were both looking at the hallway like they’ve never seen one before. “Can I get you a tea or something?”
“Oh,” Dad said pulling his coat off. “I’ll have a larger, if you got one.”
“Yep, no problem. “Jacob nodded. “You, Bella?”
“Oooh. You don’t have any wine, do you?” Then she gave me a look. “I’ll have a glass if you’re having one.”
“Mum,” I sighed. “I’m not drinking, remember?”
“Oh, of course not!” A hand flew to her chest. “More for me!” She chuckled before slipping of her coat and hanging it up. “I brought you a few things.”
“And some flowers.” Dad piped in, trailing down the hallway and poking his head in to the front room. “In here?” He asked, already walking in.
“Yes, Dad.” I called before my Mum shoved the bag under my nose. “Thanks?”
Jacob had already vanished to the kitchen, no doubt making their drinks. So I followed Mum to the front room. “Is Jacob’s parents not here?” She asked, her voice sounding innocent.
“No, Mum. Not yet.”
“Oh right,” She nodded at me as we entered the front room. Dad had already found the sofa and the newspaper. “You want to put those in water.” She added, wagging her finger at the bunch of flowers lying on the coffee table.
“OK.” I snatched the bunch up and headed to the kitchen. Jacob was standing there running a hand through his hair, staring to in the glass cupboard.
“Ness,” He frowned. “What is that doing in here?”
I peeked over his shoulder and let out a snort of laughter. It was my tampax box. “I have no idea.” I said before leaning over and picking it up and setting it down on the counter. “Although, I did wonder where these had got too.”
“Well next time, let’s try to keep them out of the kitchen.” He told me with a little smile as he picked up a wine glass and begun to fill it.
“What time is you parent’s getting here?” I asked sorting out the flowers and putting them in a vase.
Jacob picked up both the beer glass and wine glass and ventured for the front room. “Any minute really.”
I followed behind Jake with the vase of flowers. They were quite lovely. Lilly’s, I think. I gently put them down in the middle of the coffee table.
“Thank you, my darling.” Mum purred as she took the wine glass out of Jake’s hand. Dad didn’t even notice Jake with his drink since he’s head was so far in the newspaper, it was likely we’d lose him. “This is a lovely house.” Mum noted as she glanced around the room. “Very comfy.”
“Thanks. I only finished the painting yesterday.” Jacob was now sitting beside her on the sofa, admiring his work while I was sat on the other sofa beside Dad.
“Well it looks very nice.” Mum then looked at me. “Will we be getting a tour?”
“Mum,” I crossed my legs. “If you want to have a look around then by all means-“
Mum shot up, placed her glass on the table and was already leaving the room before I finished my sentence. “OH, LOVELY DINING ROOM!”
I chuckled to myself and I laid back against the sofa. This was typical of my mother. I looked over to my Dad who was studying the newspaper so hard it looked like his eyeballs would pop out.
“Do you not wanna have a look around, Dad?” I asked lazily.
“No thanks, sweets.” The newspaper rustled as he changed page. “Maybe in a bit.”
I shrugged and rested my hands in my lap. I hoped to god that our parents got along. I don’t think I could handle it if my Mum and Sue clashed. They were the two I was most worried about. Billy and my Dad seemed more laid back and chilled out, so they wouldn’t be an issue.
“NESS!” My Mum’s voice thundered. “WERE YOU NOT GOING TO SHOW THIS TO US?!”
In the time that I had pushed myself up, so I was sitting up properly, my Mum had stormed in with the baby picture in her hand, wafting it around. “Oh god. Yeah!” I smacked my forehead. “Completely forgot.”
Mum narrowed her eyes at me before looking at the picture. “Where is it? I can’t see it.”
Jacob got up and stood next to her. “There’s the head….and that’s the body.” He said, running his finger along the picture.
“Oh…” She squinted as she pulled it away then back close again. “Ah! I see it. Oh my, isn’t it precious? It’s so tiny! Edward, look at this.”
Dad rested the paper on his lap as he extended his hand for the photo. Mum passed it to me and I handed it to him. He took it carefully. “Mm, is this it?” He asked pointing to the picture and showing me.
“No, Dad.” I leaned over. “That’s its foot. That’s it there.”
“Ah,” he nodded, “I see. It is very small.”
“It’s only eleven weeks old.” I protested as Dad handed me the picture. “It’s going to look small.”
“Mm, alright.” Dad shrugged and went back to the paper.
“Sometimes Edward, you-“ DINGDONG. “Was that the doorbell?” Mum asked me, but for reason she felt the need to whisper.
“Yeah,” Jacob laughed. “Sit down, Bella. I’ll go get it.” Jacob left the room and my Mum said down like an obediently puppy, her eyes strained on the door. We heard them talking in the hallway before Mum snapped her eyes at Dad and clicked her fingers. “Edward,” she hissed, “put that down! Put it down!” Dad pulled a face and reluctantly set the newspaper beside him with a huff.
Jacob entered the room with Sue behind him followed by Billy. “Sue, Dad this is Bella and Edward. Bella, Edward, this is Sue and my Dad.” He inclined his head.
Everyone exchanged their ‘Hello’s’ and ‘pleasure to meet you’, before Jacob asked what they wanted to drink.
“Oh, look at me. Like lady muck hogging the whole sofa.” Mum cooed in her posh voice as she scooted up to one end. “So sorry.”
Sue laughed and sat beside her while Billy wheeled himself next to the sofa. “How have you been?” Billy asked me.
I gave a nod. “Good thanks. We went-“
“They’ve got a picture of the baby!” Mum cut in. “Show them, Ness.”
I felt a little speechless. I was actually getting there. Sighing, I reached over and handed the picture to Billy, who took it eagerly. Sue leaned over and peaked at it over his shoulder.
“It looks….well, it’s….I can’t see it.” Billy admitted peering at the photo intently.
“Don’t worry,” I giggled. “Seems no one can.”
“Ohh look!” Sue pointed her finger at it. “That thing is the head.”
“What thing?” Billy scanned the picture. “I can’t see anything.”
“There,” she jagged the photo. “That round thing. That is the head. If you follow that little white line you’ll see the body. See it?”
“What, that funny shaped thing?”
“Yes.” Sue looked up at me. “It isn’t a funny shape, love. Billy’s just being…Billy.”
“Oh right. Got it.” Billy nodded.
Jacob came back in with the drinks for Billy and Sue. As he set them down on the table and turned to the rest of us. “Right. I just checked dinner and it’s ready whenever you guys are.”
“Oh, lovely.” Mum looked up at him.
Jacob looked at me with a little smile. “You hungry now or do you want to wait a while?”
“Um,” I pursed my lips. “Well, I am a little peckish but I’m toooootally fine with waiting with everyone else.” I dragged out the last part.
“Nonesene!” Sue said. “If you’re hungry now then we’ll eat now.”
“Absolutely.” Mum chimed in as well.
Everyone was looking at me. It made me slightly nervous. “Umm…”
“Right, OK.” Jacob cut in. “Now it is then. I’ll go and dish it up.”
“Can I do anything to help?” I asked before Jacob left the room. But Sue stood up and waved at me. “You stay there and relax; I’ll help him, love.”

We all sat around the dining room table. It was the first time that we’d used this table since normally me and Jake either sit in the kitchen or in the front room with our dinner on our lap watching TV. Myself and Jacob were at the head of the table at either end while Sue and Billy sat on one side and Dad and Mum on the other.
At first, no one really spoke; everyone was interested in their meals. And it wasn’t an awkward silence either, which was very good.
“Anyone know any jokes?” I suddenly asked, looking around the table at everyone.
Jacob chimed in with a snicker. “I do.” He coughed and set down his knife and fork before starting the joke. “What’s the sharpest thing in the world?”
Everyone Mumbled their ‘don’t knows’. Jacob let out a short laugh as he readied himself. “A fart! It goes through your pants and doesn’t even leave a hole!”
Jacob, Billy and my Dad all started to howl with laugher while the rest of us just sat there, utterly unfazed. Even after a couple of minutes, their laughing didn’t calm down; it seemed to only get worse when my Dad started to snort like a hyena. Then when it died down, Billy picked up his drink and took a couple of gulps. But Jacob started to giggle like a little girl again, sending my Dad in to his snorts once more and before I knew what was even happening, Billy had choked on his drink and it was now coming from his nose. Which only sent them in to more hysterics.
“I don’t get it….” My Mum said slowly, looking at my Dad like he was alien.
Sue shook her head. “Me neither….Ah, Billy! For Christ sake! It’s running all down your t-shirt.” She shoved a napkin his way.
“Heheheheh….I-I got an-another one. Ahh.” Jacob managed to say, his voice high and squeaky. “What do you call a fart in German?” Jacob didn’t pause long enough for anyone to guess. “Farfrompoopin’!” He wheezed.
Even though it wasn’t the most funniest joke in the world, it was totally hilarious watching all the men completely die with laughter. Before I knew it, I was giggling along with him. I even had to cover my mouth because soon enough, I was full hysterics myself when both my Mum and Sue begun to chuckle.
After what seemed like ten full minutes of pure and utter laughter, it seemed to die down.
“Have you got any more?” My Dad asked with a huge smile.
“No!” Mum said. “No more fart jokes at the dinner table.”
“I agree,” Sue nodded. “Twice was quite enough.”
“Ahhhh,” Jacob huffed as you do when you’re finished from laughing so hard. “That was funny.” He wiped his eyes.
“Yeah…” Billy giggled. “Heheh…Farfrompoopin’!”
“Enough, Billy. You’ll have beer pouring from your ears next.” Sue said before looking back down at her meal. “I must say, Jacob. This is delicious.”
“Cheers.” Jacob picked up his drink. “I’m glad you’re enjoy it.”
For a little while, everyone focused back on eating their dinners until everyone had finished. I pushed my plate away and leaned back in my chair.
“Do you have any other children, Sue?” My Mum asked setting her glass back on the table.
“Hmm,” She nodded. “Two. Although their young adults now.” She smiled.
“And you have more, don’t you, Billy?” Dad asked dropping his used napkin on his plate and sliding it away.
Billy gave a slight nod. “Yes. Two girls. Twins actually.”
“Twins? Really?” Mum leaned forward. “Was that difficult?”
“Not at all, no,” Billy gave a tiny smile. The same smile Jacob has. “Their mother was great with them. It wasn’t until she passed that things became difficult.”
“But we managed.” Jacob cut in, glazing at his beer glass with sudden interest.
Before the topic of conversation could get depressing, Sue suddenly grinned. “Rachel is pregnant, isn’t she, Billy? So that’s another grandchild on the way.”
“Aw,” Mum smiled. “When is she due?”
“Two months. We’re very excited.”
“I bet!” Mum said. “I can’t wait for this one,” she looked at me. “We don’t have any other children so Nessie is only our path to grandchildren. Ooh, that reminds me. Ness, you know that plastic bag I gave you earlier?”
“Yes?”
“Well, it’s got some photos of you when you were younger.” She explained. “For you to keep. There’s one of you when you were taking horse riding lessons.” She chuckled and looked at Sue. “She looks absolutely petrified!”
“I didn’t know you used to take horse riding lessons, Ness.” Jake said, playing with his glass in his hand.
I gave a shrug. “It hardly counts when you only take two.”
“Poor thing.” Mum said. “They used to scare her, you see. She liked the idea of horses but when it came to riding them, she’d throw a right paddy. It was quite embarrassing when all the other mothers would give me funny looks while I tried to get Nessie on the horse when she’s screaming and crying.”
Dad decided to join in. “Mm, yes. In the end we brought her one of those silly toys with the horses head on the end of a stick. She loved it. You know, we even caught her riding her pillow when she was younger!” He chuckled.
While my Dad, Mum and Billy laughed, Jacob gagged and spluttered on his drink. My face flushed bright red.
“You alright, love?” Sue asked, watching him as he wiped his mouth.
He nodded and he cleared his throat. “Yeah. Just went down the wrong hole is all.” He looked at me with his brow raised.
I dropped my face down. Even though, it sounded like a naughty act – it really wasn’t. I was only young! I honestly used to stack my pillows up and pretend I was riding a horse like a cow girl.
“That reminds me of Jake.” Billy exclaimed. “With the water melon –“
“Right!!” Jake abruptly stood up. “Who wants pudding?”

The night ended on a happy note. My family got along well with Jacob’s. After dinner, we all played a trivial pursuit. My Dad won with Sue second. I came last as I always do when I play that game. It isn’t my fault I didn’t know what year Madonna realised Holiday or that I thought Robin Hood was actually based on a fox. Thanks a lot Disney.
After me and Jake cleaned up, it was soon time for bed. I got showered and dressed in to my PJs – which is actually one of Jake’s t-shirts. It so comfy, it fits me like a short nightie. I climbed in to bed and laid my head against Jake’s bare chest while he was reading. His spare arm wrapped around me and he slowly begun to trace his finger along my back. It was soothing.
“That feels nice,” I breathed, letting my eyelids droop.
“Hmm.” I felt his chest vibrate as he spoke.
“Love you,” I mumbled lazily, feeling his body heat against my skin.
Jacob put the book on his bedside table and wrapped his other arm around me. “Not as much as I love you,” he kissed the top of my head.
“Flattery with get you everywhere.” I whispered.
Jacob chuckled as he gently started to run his fingers with through my hair. “Lucky me then, aye. Are you..are you falling asleep on me?”
I gave something like a grunt.
Jake lightly laughed. “Alright, goodnight Ness. Good night Squishy.”
Even though, I wanted to reply, I couldn’t. I was absolutely exhausted and all I wanted to do was sleep and that’s exactly what I did.
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My eyes snapped open as a sharp pain ripped through my stomach. I groaned and sat up. Something was wrong. I pulled back the sheets, half expecting to see something. But all I could see was darkness. My thighs were hot and wet and my stomach was on fire and felt like it was being stabbed at the same time. I leaned over and flicked the lamp on.
The sight of the mess between my legs and on the sheets looked like something that belonged to a horror movie. Blood completely drenched the sheets, the bottom of my t-shirt and my skin.
“Jake….” I whispered, frozen still. This wasn’t happening. It can’t be. “Jake. Jacob….JACOB!” My fist flew at his arm hard enough to leave a mark on my knuckles and his skin. My breathing began to speed up as I looked upon the blood. There was so much. It was everywhere. It wasn’t right.
“JACOB,” I half shouted and half choked on a sob. “I’m bleeding! Oh fuck, I-I-m b-bleeding!” I lowered a hand in to the blood, convinced that I must be dreaming and this wasn’t actually happening. The hot blood soaked my fingers.
“What are you sho—“ Jacob broke off as soon as he spotted it. “Fuck.”
My hand trembled as I brought it closer. Jake’s hand gripped my wrist tightly forcing me to look up at him.
“Don’t panic.” He instructed calmly. “I’m going to call an ambulance, OK?” Jacob tried to ease away as he let go of my shaking bloody hand.
“NO!” I hysterically cried. “Don’t l-l-leave me! I’m scared.” I whispered my voice thick and raspy. “Please. It hurts.” I wrapped my other hand around my stomach and let out a shaky breath.
“I’m not going anyway, baby.” Jacob retook my hand. “But I need to call an ambulance, OK?”
I nodded through my silent tears and slumped over. My breathing soon began erratic and uncontrolled. My lung burned for air but I couldn’t breathe. My throat was quickly closing and I felt like I was drowning. Everything around me seemed to disappear until it was nothing but a distant blur. Jacobs’s barks only seemed like a faint memory as my eyes slid shut
“C’mon…C’mon!! For fuck sake!” He muttered icily. “I need an ambulance immediately! My girlfriend is bleeding. She’s fucking pregnant!”
That’s when the harsh reality hit me – I was losing my baby.
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