JACOB'S P.O.V
The plane journey home was stiff, all the way back I tried to find something to say, anything; but nothing wanted to come out of my mouth.
It's like my mind doesn't want to process the fact that Renesmee is pregnant, that I got her pregnant. I have sent her to inevitable pain and illness, what if she wants to keep this baby?
I know Edward said for us to try for a child, and I agreed, but I was too caught up in the moment to come up with the responsible answer of no. Of course, I want to be a father, to have children of my own- especially with my wife. But not like this. Not with the risk of Ness becoming ill, terminally or not.
What has mainly put me off is the dream I had, not to mention the nightmare I had on the plane home.
FLASHBACK
"Jacob, whatever you do, don't give up. Keep on living, for me and our child. Don't mourn but look after our baby, teach them, love them, make them laugh and make them smile when I cannot. I love you, don't forget that." My weak Renesmee whispers.
The child has been born, but it has done exactly what Ness had did to her mother; the pregnancy was tough, heartbreaking to watch as it went just like Bella's. Broken ribs, lack of food, sunken skin. And now she is too weak to carry on. I told her, I told Renesmee to get rid if the babies before they could hurt her, to save her life instead of barely fertilised eggs that can't feel any neglect or sadness if we abort it. But she didn't listen.
"No baby, Renesmee please, keep your eyes open. Fight honey, don't leave me Ness." I beg and plead with all my heart. She can't leave me, not after all we've been through. Together our lives have been good, but here and now our time with each other doesn't feel like enough. Renesmee keeps my heart beating, my heart cannot beat if she isn't around. Ness is my air, my oxygen. She makes me feel like life is worth living,
But here she is, literally on her death bed with the breaking beep of her heartbeat slowing on a machine attached to her pale and clammy skin in Carlisle's office.
I am literally on my hands and knees, by the hospital bed the limp body I love is laying at.
Renesmee shakily reaches a hand out to my cheek and rubs my cheekbone with her freezing cold thumb.
"Stay... Strong. I.... love..."
The beeping stops, and the line goes straight.
I wake with a gasp to find myself flying on the plane, it was just a dream. Thank god it was just a dream.
"Jake, are you ok?" Renesmee speaks from my left. I stare into her eyes, feeling like one day they won't be around for me to look at , to adore.
My grip around her shoulders tighten and I hold onto her beautiful body for dear life. Ness sighs and sinks into my embrace, probably disappointed I didn't reply.
I know Renesmee wants to keep the... thing inside of her, but one thing I know for sure, I need to get it out of her before anything happens.
END FLASHBACK
I am keeping to my word, Renesmee cannot keep the... baby or else it will hurt her. Deep down I know something wrong will happen, it feels like the sinking feeling you get when you accidentally swallow your gum and you think it's going to get stuck in your throat and suffocate you.
I am currently speeding down the cold and slippery roads of Washington in a hurry to get my wife home, then Carlisle can dispose of the fetus and we can act like nothing ever happened. Simple.
"Don't worry Ness, soon we will be home and Carlisle can get rid of the thing inside of you before it can harm you." I stiffly tell her as I keep my eyes on the road, my knuckles go white from gripping to hard on the steering wheel.
"What?!" She almost shouts which causes me to swerve on the road but I compose myself quickly.
"I'm not getting rid of our baby Jacob, how could you think of such a thing?" Ness exclaims. How could I think such a thing? How could she ever even think of keeping an evil baby in her?
