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For the Love of Renesmee

Teenage Nessie Bella and Edward return to Isle Esme for their second honeymoon, leaving Renesmee back in Forks all alone with Jacob. Bella wants to tell Charlie and Renee what she, the Cullens, and Renesmee are, but Edward is dead set against it. Will Bella go against Edward's wishes about keeping quiet at the cost of changing her parents? And can Edward control himself around Jacob? Slightly OOC. Not much though. Slightly AU. Some Lemons. A little graphic in later chapters. I made the banner. So, I've been thinking about writing a series out of this story, so I need your opinion. Tell me in a review if you think that I should continue with it or not.


17. Only Time Will Tell

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Renesmee’s POV

I didn’t know how long I was asleep, but by the time I awoke, faint light was pouring through the windows of the delivery room. I wasn’t sure if it was sunrise or sunset. And the clock on the wall didn’t help any – 5:54.

No one else was in the room. Not even the twins. I was starting to get frantic. I saw that there was a nurse button on the side of the bed so I pushed it three times.

Carlisle came rushing into the room (AN: Carlisle seems to rush into rooms frequently, doesn’t he?) looking around for some sort of obvious emergency. When he saw that there was nothing apparently wrong, relief spread over his face.

“Sorry to worry you,” I said to him. “But I got scared.”

“I understand,” Carlisle said, looking around the empty room. “I’ll go and get Jake for you. He’s been waiting for you to wake up.”

Carlisle turned to leave, but I stopped him.

“Wait, Grandpa,” I said, reaching a hand out to him. “How long have I been asleep?”

“About three hours,” he said, looking at the clock. “I can see where you got confused.” He chuckled lightly and turned to leave again, but yet again, I stopped him.

“Are the babies okay?” I asked him, a little worried that they weren’t in the room with me.

“They’re fine,” he reassured me. “Which reminds me, you still need to name them.”

“Can I see them?” I asked, anxiousness written on my face.

“Certainly,” he said, and walked out the door.

Five minutes later, Carlisle returned with Jake. And there, occupying both of Jake’s arms were – the twins. They were like nothing that I had ever seen. I could tell which one was a boy and which one was a girl, owing to the fact that the girl’s hair was already shoulder length, the boy’s shaggy, but perfect. Their hair was the exact same in color and texture – brown when in shadow, bronze in the light. The girl looked almost exactly like me, while the boy looked exactly like Jake. It was almost eerie. And the best part of this wonderful sight was that both of their eyes were open, smiles plastered upon their faces upon seeing me. It was like they knew who I was without actually ever seeing me. Their eyes were the same color as well: the honey color of butterscotch. Silent tears of joy were streaming down my face at the sight of them.

Jake walked slowly over to my bed, one of the biggest smiles upon his face that I had ever seen. My eyes wandered back to the twins, and I noticed something that I hadn’t before. My daughter’s hands were wrapped loosely in cloth.

“Now,” Jake said, noticing my gaze upon her hands, “don’t get worried. It’s just a precaution. They both have already started showing signs of other worldly powers. She can drain the power and strength out of someone if the skin of her hands touches the skin of another. And the weird part is is that it’s only her hands that do it. He on the other hand can mimick other people's powers. But the cool thing about this is that the powers he mimicks are about a thousand times stronger than the power's originator's.”

“So they’re both vampires?” I asked, curious to know what the babies were.

“Kinda,” Jake said, looking at his children. “Well, half. They’re also werewolves.”

“How’s that possible?” I asked Carlisle.

“Well,” Carlisle said, “they have the eyes of a ‘good’ vampire and show signs of powers that a vampire sometimes has. But your son can change into a wolf at will. He's already done it twice. I’ve had to keep him away from everyone else in the hospital because no one here is supposed to know that there are vampires and werewolves running around the place.”

“Will they be babies forever if they’re vampires?” I asked Carlisle.

“I don’t think so,” Carlisle said. “Since they’re only half vampire, they should age normally. Well, at about the same rate you did. But they are immortal, just like you and Jake. Of course, Jake doesn’t age if he keeps changing into a wolf. I think the same thing may apply here, but I don’t know of anyone who has given birth to a wolf / vampire mix before. Only time will tell.”

Jake just stood there smiling, looking down into the faces of his son and daughter. I cleared my throat, and Jake looked at me. He understood what I wanted just by looking at me. He gently handed me my children, one at a time. More tears of joy slid down my already tear stained face. I couldn’t begin to comprehend the fact that I was a mother. It was one of the most wonderful feelings in the world knowing that I could show someone the way through life and help them through the mistakes that they may make.

“Have you thought of any names?” Jake asked me, pulling up a chair beside the bed.

“I’m trying to think,” I said to Jake, looking down into the tiny faces. They both looked at me, eyes bright, small smiles playing across their perfect faces.

“What about Andrew Michael Black for the boy?” Jake suggested.

“That’s perfect,” I said, leaning in to kiss Jake. “I’ve got it! Carter Isabella Black!”

“That’s perfect,” he said, this time leaning in to kiss me. “There’s just one more thing that could add to this happiness.”

“What?” I asked, not completely sure of what he was going to do.

“Renesmee Carlie Cullen, will you marry me?” Jake asked, pulling a box out of his pocket and bending on one knee.

“Yes, Jake! Yes!” I couldn’t believe this. This day just keeps getting better and better.

Jake took the ring out of its velvet lining. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. It had so many facets that I couldn’t even count them all. It sparkled just like my skin in the light. The ring was breathtaking. Jake slid the ring onto my finger with a little difficulty owing to the fact that I was still holding Andrew and Carter.

“How does it feel to be a dad?” I asked Jake, rocking the twins lightly in my arms.

“It’s the best feeling in the world. I didn’t think that my life could get any better than this, but I proved myself wrong. These two little ones made my life all the better. So, how does it feel to be a mom?”

“Indescribable,” I said, handing Andrew to Jake. Jake took over rocking Andrew to sleep, but I continued to rock Carter back and forth in my arms. Her tiny eyes started to droop slowly, and eventually the closed, sleeping over – coming her. I put my finger up to her hand, and to my surprise, her tiny fingers wrapped themselves around my finger. My whole finger was bigger than her hand, but it was a beautiful sight. Her other hand clenched tightly and then released itself. Then she stuck her thumb in her mouth and was still.

“Aww,” said a voice from the door. It was my mom. She closed the door as quietly as she could behind her and tip toed across the room. “They are so adorable!!!”

“Do you want to hold your granddaughter?” I asked her.

“Of course!” my mom whispered excitedly, holding out her hands. Carter never moved an inch, but when my mom took her in her arms, her tiny eyes opened slightly.

“Hi!” my mom whispered. “What’s her name?”

“Carter Isabella Black,” Jake said, looking at my mom. “Now I know where she got her middle name from.”

My mom was absolutely beaming at the prospect that my daughter’s middle name came from her.

“And who’s this?” my mom asked, peering down at Andrew.

“Andrew Michael Mason Black,” I said, adding in the Mason. I figured that if my daughter was going to have my mother’s name as her middle name, then my son was going to have a part of my father’s name.

“Those names are beautiful,” my mom said, looking down into the tiny faces of her grandchildren. “I can’t believe that I’m a grandmother! It’s just too weird!”

As my mom finished this sentence, my father walked in.

“How are you feeling, Renesmee?” he asked me.

“I’m great. In fact, I’m getting married!” I showed them my ring.

“Wait till Alice hears,” my dad said to my mom in an undertone.

“I already know!” Alice’s sing – song voice came from the door. She gracefully skipped into the room. She took one look at the babies and squealed. “They are so adorable!!!”

My mom handed Carter to Alice, and at the same time, Jake handed Andrew to my dad. Alice didn’t keep hold of Carter for long – soon after she handed Carter to Emmett as he walked into the room.

Everything was quiet for a long time afterward. I didn’t think that anyone would talk again. Everyone just stood there and stared at the new wonders to the world. I couldn’t remember falling asleep, but when I awoke the next day, blazing sunlight was filtering in through the windows.

I looked dazed around the room. Jake was lying beside me, staring intently at me. Just on the other side of him I saw my mother and father in chairs by the door, feeding their grandchildren from bottles. Andrew's bottle was clear and almost completely empty of its contents. On the other hand, Carter didn't seem to want to drink hers. Carlisle came into the room with a bottle that was completely white. He replaced Carter's bottle with the new one, and she began drinking happily out of it. And then I knew what was in the new bottle - blood. So Carter didn't like human food, huh?

“Morning, sleepy – head,” Jake said, caressing the side of my face with his hand.

“You would be sleepy too if you pushed not one but two human beings out of your vagina in a row,” I said, looking at him seriously for a few seconds before we all burst out laughing. And in that laughter filled moment, I knew that everything was going to be just fine.

Later that day, I was wheeled out of the hospital by Jake. I held on tight to my bundles of joy as I got up slowly out of the wheel chair and into the back of my dad’s shiny Volvo. The ride home seemed longer than usual. I looked up at Jake, who was in the driver’s seat, and then down at the speedometer. 10 MPH. I started laughing when I saw this, and then turned around to peer out of the back glass. There was a line of cars, but no one seemed to mind that we were going 10 miles per hour. But that was when I noticed a sign on the back of the car. Caution – New Born Babies On Board! I laughed again, and turned around to see Jake sneaking glances at me in the rear view mirror.

“Seriously, Jake?” I asked, trying to suppress a laugh, but I couldn’t manage to do it.

“I’m not taking any chances, Nessie,” he said, looking at me in the rear view mirror again.

“Could you at least go the speed limit?” I asked him, noticing that the line of cars behind us was gradually getting longer.

Jake speeded up to the speed limit, but no one tried to pass us. I guess everyone in town heard that I was having the babies. But I was only six months into the pregnancy when I had the twins, so I just told everyone that I was three months pregnant before I even knew the news. Most people believed what I said, but some got a little suspicious.

At long last we pulled onto the almost invisible lane leading up to the bright white mansion. I didn’t know where the twins would be staying because there just simply wasn’t enough room in the cottage for me, Jake, and the twins. But little did I know that I was just about to get another surprise.

When we pulled up to the house, I noticed Rosalie, Emmett, Esme, and Carlisle standing there waiting for us. All of them had smiles on their faces; even Rosalie did. Or maybe it was a grimace. But any emotion from Rosalie was a good thing. I think.

“Welcome home,” Esme said, opening my door so I could step out with the twins. “Now, we have a surprise for you, Esme said, eyes glancing towards the other side of the house, in the other direction away from the cottage. I knew what it was before anyone said anything.

“Follow me,” Carlisle said, waving us forward.

I fell into step behind Carlisle, Jake right behind me. Esme was beside Carlisle, and she could barely contain her excitement. Rosalie and Emmett were right behind us, whispering quietly to one another. I didn’t want to know what they were saying so I just tuned them out.

After a short walk at a human’s pace, we rounded a corner in a newly constructed path. And there stood a stone house. And even though it was brand new, I knew that Esme went to great lengths to make it look like it had been there for a hundred years.

“I know it’s not much,” Esme said, hurrying forward to unlock the door, “but at least you guys have somewhere to live that’s close by.”

At her last words, the front door swung open. I walked inside to find a tiny sitting room, complete with couch, loveseat, and a big screen TV. There were pictures on the walls that I hadn’t been aware of that had been taken. Some of them were of me when I was a baby with my mom and dad. But there were a few on either side of the fire place that intrigued me. Some of them were of me and Jake lying on the living room floor of my grandparent’s house, laughing with one another. But all of the pictures had something in common. In every picture, no one is looking at the camera. It appeared as if we were oblivious to the fact that there was a camera present, but the pictures were… perfect.

We moved on to the kitchen. Every appliance was stainless steel, the walls a deep royal blue. The cabinets were white with royal blue handles. Everything was color – coordinated right down to the curtains.

“Wow,” I said, handing Carter to Jake. I kept a hold of Andrew as I walked over to the fridge and opened the door. Inside the fully stocked refrigerator was one of my favorite things – a case of Oreos. Not a package, but a case.

I moved on to the rest of the kitchen, pulling open random cabinets as I went. In one there was nothing but baby food stuffed to the bursting inside the large, spacious cabinet. In another there was canned food.

I left the kitchen with Jake to explore the rest of the house. There were a total of four small bed rooms, three bathrooms, an attic, and a small basement. In the very last room that I looked in was a fully stocked library. Every book that I’d ever read, every book that I had wanted to read, was conveniently located upon the many shelves that ran along the walls. There were couches, loveseats, and recliners to relax in while immersing in one of the books. This was definitely my favorite room.

I went back into the kitchen to find Rose, Emmett, Carlisle, and Esme wrapped up in conversation. I decided to let them talk, and took Jake back to Carter’s and Andrew’s rooms. Carter and Andrew seemed like they had a long day, so I put Carter down in a crib in her bright purple room while Jake put Andrew down in his lime green room. Once we were sure that they were asleep, we both went back down into the kitchen. Everyone heard us enter the room this time and turned around to look at us.

“So,” Esme said, looking around the room, “do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful!” I gushed out. I couldn’t believe that Jake and I had our very own house. “Where are my mom and dad?”

“They said that they were going to the movies,” Emmett said. “They called and said that if you guys wanted to come that they’d wait for you to call. And find something to do in the mean time.” He added in an undertone.

I knew what he was talking about, and I tried to stop the picture of my mom and dad in the meadow from crossing my mind, but I didn’t have any luck. I guess that was another embarrassing image burned into my mind for all eternity, but hey, it happens right?

I guess that Jake was thinking the same exact thing because he shook his head frantically, clearly trying to get something out of his head. I laughed quietly at him and turned to Carlisle.

“What about the twins?” I asked him, nervously glancing upward towards their bedrooms.

“They’ll be fine,” Carlisle reassured me. “Esme and I will stay here and watch them. You guys look like you need to take a break for a while. Oh and there’s a few more presents around back for you.

At that moment, I noticed a door leading outside. I opened the door slowly and found a garage and – an in ground pool complete with hot tub and diving board. There was even a shallow end.

I walked swiftly over to the garage and opened the side door. And there sat two new cars, both with big red ribbons on the roofs.

“Oh, my GOD!” I screamed as I ran over to the bright green antique Volkswagen Beetle Convertible. Jake’s new car was a ’65 Mustang in cherry red. Jake’s jaw dropped when he saw the Mustang. Carlisle knew that Jake had always wanted a ‘Stang, but could just never afford to buy one.

I jumped into the Beetle and motioned for Jake. He opened the passenger side door and climbed in. I hit the button for the garage door, which slowly opened. I looked at my grandmother and grandfather and smiled. They came over to the open window and kissed me.

“Be careful, you two,” Esme said in her motherly voice. “I’ll call your mom and dad and tell them that you’re on your way.”

I started the engine and pulled slowly out of the garage. My grandparents, Rose, and Emmett were standing there, waving at us. I drove down the driveway and out of sight.