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A Light in the Storm

Summary:
IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED BREAKING DAWN, READ NO FURTHER!!!!!!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!!!! ***** **** *** ** * The Volturi are gone, Bella and Edward are together, Bella has been changed, everything is perfect, right? Wrong. When Alice has a vision and sees that Nessie is pregnant, things take a turn for the worst once more. No one knows what the baby will be like, because this time, Alice can't just disappear and find half shape shifter, half vampire people again. Or can she?


Notes:
I got the idea for this story from one of my best friends. So I just wanted to thank her! Thank you Keleigh! I love you girl!


1. Chapter 1

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Nessie's P.O.V.

"What?" Jacob spluttered, his breath coming in rasps. "You're, you're what? But, but, how? I didn't think it was possible."

"No one thought it was possible for me to even be here right now, I'm beginning to believe anything is possible." I said impatiently, I had more I wanted to say, but I didn't know if I could do it. My lower lip began quivering as I tried to continue. "I, I... Jake," I whispered as shimmering tears began to slide silently down my rosy cheeks. "I just, I don't know what to do." A sob escaped my wet lips. Jake pulled me toward him and gently caressed my back. I buried my tear-streaked face into his chest and listened to slow, steady beat of his heart.

I didn't even try to hold it in. For the first time since I had found out this morning, I just let myself cry. I let myself fall apart. I knew Jake wouldn't judge me. He understood what it felt like. That ominous feeling, having no idea what you can do, then the horror of realizing, there's nothing that you can do. Feeling powerless, having to watch the people you love being hurt or killed, and you can't do anything to stop it. Wishing you were dead because you know it is your fault, no matter what other people may tell you.

I don't know how long I sat there with Jake. I stopped sobbing eventually, but the tears continued to flow down my face. I was being childish. I couldn't just sit here and cry. I had to get out there and fix this, or at least try to fix it. Jake held my hand as I stood up. He understood, I knew he must have. Grieving wouldn't fix this. It wouldn't undo what had happened today. It wouldn't stop what was coming. There was nothing that could stop the future from coming, and I, of all people, would know that. Time could never be stopped, no matter how much you wish it would. It just chugged on like a train. Never stopping, never slowing. Hurrying along without a care in the world.

We walked out of Jake's house in silence. I could tell he was upset. Not so much sad as angry. I knew he wasn't angry at me, I looked into his eyes and it was as if I could see all the way into his soul. He was angry at himself. He couldn't believe what he had done. But it wasn't his fault; it wasn't anymore his fault than it was Alice's, or my parents. I knew he would never be able to understand that, though.

"It's not your fault," I whispered, knowing it was worthless before I even said it. The look in his eyes was alarming. His eyes were watering and his face was pale. Yes it is, his eyes seemed to say, don't be so oblivious, how could it even be remotely your fault? We spoke no more, only communicating with our eyes.

It began to rain a little while later. It was still a long walk to my parents' house. Jacob phased and I jumped on his back. He took off running as though my 19 year old body weighed nothing at all. I began to cry again, how was I ever going to tell my parents? They would be so upset. I thought the worry I felt was bad, it might kill my parents, figuratively speaking. We reached the Cullen's home and saw Alice waiting for us. I slid off Jake's back. Alice held out a pair of Jasper's jeans and a t-shirt to Jake. He pulled them out of her hand with his teeth and ran off to phase. Alice pulled me into her arms and I cried even harder. She squeezed me tight and led me off toward the house. We hadn't taken more than one step when my parents raced out of the house, both looking horrified. I took a deep breath; this wasn't going to go well.